Wednesday, April 27, 2005

amen

i had one of those phone calls with my sister today where she fauxed interest and understanding in my life only to doorknob me with some family drama that i'm about 500 miles away from and therefore have no way of really doing anything about.

i, as usual, dispensed my canned psycho-analysis of the family's current situation even though i'm far away. and walking out the door. and trying to hang up the phone.

as i walked across washington square park to meet a friend and head up to a party at spin magazine, i passed a man on a cell phone. he seemed to be echoing my sentiments at that exact moment as i overheard him insisting: "you know what? as much as i love you guys, i prefer to be where i am."

Monday, April 18, 2005

overheard

one man saying to another . . .

"all of our clients are guilty. what are we kidding ourselves for?"

Wednesday, April 13, 2005

question

. . . there were police barricades outside my bank today. blocking the entrance. and a sign on the door saying it was closed and to please visit x, y, or z branch. um. should i be concerned?

reason no. 248

i love that dogs can sense dog people. they just know them.

i'll simply be walking by a dog, trying to mind my own business, and the next thing i know the dog just wants to meet me.
i can be walking about half a block behind a dog and suddenly they will halt in their tracks. stopping their walker. and the dog will turn his or her head around and stare me dead in the eye and start tugging at the leash just begging for a visit.

and thus another reason to remain a dog person. because that's just cool.

Tuesday, April 05, 2005

roads? where we're going we don't need . . . roads

in new york, when the road is blocked by anything from a bicycle to a garbage truck all of the other cars easily and mindlessly maneuver their vehicles onto the sidewalks to get where they need to go.

because, you know, they're so important.

so that's ok. i'm just sitting on my stoop. drinking my morning coffee. in the sunshine of this beautiful early spring day. don't mind me. and the fact that if i was one step down, they'd have caught a whiff of the delicious jack's stirbrew i was sipping on.

Sunday, April 03, 2005

sunday bloody sunday

nothing screams anarchy like the subway conductor announcing "attention: this train's service is suspended until further notice."

Saturday, April 02, 2005

no sleep til brooklyn

a group of us headed out to williamsburg last night to go to a friend's art show.

stacks of books. old and new. big and small. forming giant cubes. some cubes were bound together with bolts to create hollow centers in the cubes. and there was one cube that was a perfectly solid stack of books from floor to ceiling. like a giant version of jenga. but with books. a few of us began to contemplate books within the stack that might be a good choice for jenga-ing and which may create a hole of vulnerability and cause the entire stack to crumble.

after such contemplations, we began to search for food. none of us are terribly familiar with this strange place called "brooklyn." after meandering about, we wound up in a tasty and relatively charming mexican restaurant. we were seated on the tented and space-heated outdoor patio. ok. we're tough. fine. and then. sigh. and then. we started to notice the rats frolicking in the distance. and by "in the distance," i mean on the other side of the clear plastic that was an attempt to shield us from the elements. and apparently by "the elements" this is meant to include rats.

after our meal, we proceeded to the subway because well what else were we supposed to do here? we're feeling like we're not at all hipsters. because we hear that's what williamsburg is full of. and well we're not it. and we're also heading to manhattan because we're ready to go home. and we're realizing that everyone else at the subway platform is there because they're heading to the city to go out.

and on this subway platform there's a slightly heavy set middle-aged black man playing his own original arrangement of Jimmy Buffet's "Margaritaville." who knew that it could receive such a response? he had the entire bedford ave L platform singing and bopping around. particularly one enthusiast who was twirling in the midst of the crowd looking as if she herself had been searchin for her lost shaker of salt.

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