Author Archives: Nik Bronder

Meet The Intern.

Intern

After recieving over 100 applicants for Black Hand Productions’ first Internship Program I would like to annouce our 2006 Summer Intern:
Theodore McCann.
McCann comes to us from Arizona State University and has a wealth of experince in the following areas:
– Martial arts
– boxing
– street fighting
– football
– baseball
– soccer
– snowboarding
– skiing
– horseback riding
– rollerblading
– iceskating
– swimming
– racquetball
– hiking

Other talents inculude: Firearms, lock picking and vehicle opening, big rig, forklift, tractor, and motorcycle driving, carpentry, guitar, bass, piano, saxophone, flute, singing (baritone), cooking.

Needless to say Theodore McCann is the right person for the job.

Murphy's Pub.

Bronder, Julie, Christine

Friday night I headed to Murphy’s Pub with Julie and her friend Christine for a couple drinks. Due to the biblical downpour it took quite a while to get to bar since the subway system in Queens was down and the car service phone was busy for the better part of an hour. Regardless, as the photographs below show we made it.

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Below are the Three Sides of Bronder:

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Confused.

Like most nights, Friday ended with the man down the street who servers meat on a stick. What kind of meat you ask? I have no idea, much like I have no idea what kind of sauce is drenches the meat with. All I know is I probably would never eat such a thing in the light of day but I am drawn to it once the clock strikes midnight.

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Side note:
The meat on the stick industry down the street from me (Steinway and 31st Avenue in Astoria) is a microcosm of Capitalism at work. There are at least three meat on a stick vendors working there at all times of the day. Each vendor has their own corner and does great business. There are lines of people waiting. The photograph above is my meat on a stick guy, he calls me Boss. And yes that is a grocery bag on his head and a trash bag on his back.
A resourceful man.

New Jersey: Pearl Jam 1 of 2.

Pearl JamPearl Jam

Last night I went to the first of two Pearl Jam concerts this summer in New Jersey. The set list was one of the best I’ve heard.

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Our seats for the show were pretty good considering our tickets didn’t arrive in the mail until about 5 hours before we left. We were on the first level of the arena, far side from the stage with isle seats which was a huge plus in times of need.

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To get to the show you took a bus from New York which was driven by possibly the most indecisive man on the planet. Not what I look for in a city bus driver. I want a man willing to risk the lives of his passengers for little more than the inside lane of the Lincoln Tunnel. Last night I didn’t get that. Instead I got a driver who literally watched a street light change over 3 times before actually passing through. You drive a double bus for god sakes, the world is your sand box!. The bottom picture is an abstract expression of my frustration during the hour-long bus ride (or a really cool view from our seats).

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