Sunday, October 28, 2007
2nd Ave
(woah... been a while. sorry about the lapse in posting... certainly not indicative of the lapse in crazys around here...)
Towards the end of the month I always start to notice a rise in the amount of people trying to make an extra buck on the street. Gotta pay the rent somehow.
Like Poem Boy (who, by the way, told me writing poems on the street is his only job and he averages $15 per hour)... or the guy I saw last night who walks around with a cat on his head and when you comment on it he asks you for money (really mad didn't have my camera)... or this lady who stands out on 2nd ave, listens to music, and splatter paints everything... EVERYTHING... and then sells it. Not exactly sure who buys it, but whatever works, you know?
Towards the end of the month I always start to notice a rise in the amount of people trying to make an extra buck on the street. Gotta pay the rent somehow.
Like Poem Boy (who, by the way, told me writing poems on the street is his only job and he averages $15 per hour)... or the guy I saw last night who walks around with a cat on his head and when you comment on it he asks you for money (really mad didn't have my camera)... or this lady who stands out on 2nd ave, listens to music, and splatter paints everything... EVERYTHING... and then sells it. Not exactly sure who buys it, but whatever works, you know?
Monday, September 24, 2007
8.24.07 Midtown
What a day.
First, this morning on my way to work I was walking past the Waldorf and out comes Angelina Jolie, right in front of me. Then come the kiddos with their backpacks on, ready for school. I stopped to see if Brad was going to follow, but no such luck. Still - in the world of celebrity sightings, I guess that's kind of big time. (sorry, no pictures... I could have made a fortune though... there were no paparazzi, just me and Angelina)
Then, right after I passed Angelina and gang, the madness of the United Nations began. Cops, tanks, secret service, road blocks... it literally looked like a war zone. Here's a picture, but this hardly does justice what the roads looked like.
Finally, on my way home I see this giant motorcade coming. I don't know who was in the limo, but there were first normal black town cars with secret service men in suits, then black SUVs with the windows down and men inside with massive machine guns pointed out the window, ready to shoot. Then there were a few more black SUVs with men hanging out the back window with even bigger machine guns and binoculars. I saw later on the news that Bush was staying at the Waldorf, so maybe it was him. Or the President of Iran was there, too.
Anyway, life in the big apple continues...
First, this morning on my way to work I was walking past the Waldorf and out comes Angelina Jolie, right in front of me. Then come the kiddos with their backpacks on, ready for school. I stopped to see if Brad was going to follow, but no such luck. Still - in the world of celebrity sightings, I guess that's kind of big time. (sorry, no pictures... I could have made a fortune though... there were no paparazzi, just me and Angelina)
Then, right after I passed Angelina and gang, the madness of the United Nations began. Cops, tanks, secret service, road blocks... it literally looked like a war zone. Here's a picture, but this hardly does justice what the roads looked like.
Finally, on my way home I see this giant motorcade coming. I don't know who was in the limo, but there were first normal black town cars with secret service men in suits, then black SUVs with the windows down and men inside with massive machine guns pointed out the window, ready to shoot. Then there were a few more black SUVs with men hanging out the back window with even bigger machine guns and binoculars. I saw later on the news that Bush was staying at the Waldorf, so maybe it was him. Or the President of Iran was there, too.Anyway, life in the big apple continues...
9.23.07 Broadway
You know, I was in the children's choir growing up. Maybe my memory fails me, but I'm pretty sure we sounded nothing like this...
And by "nothing like this" I mean we were singing Salty's Great Adventures (a musical about a giant singing hymnal) and Santa's Frosty Follies.
Thursday, September 20, 2007
An island somewhere in the middle of an ocean somewhere below the equator
You can't see it too well, but this mailbox made me laugh. "No Junk Mail" is written at the top. Apparently junk mail is a big problem even on the remote island of Waihiki. Go figure. 
(PS - Upon returning home, I've decided I'm going to put the same thing on my mailbox. 52 pieces of mail, 47 of which are junk. Save the trees people; I don't want your credit card.)
(PS - Upon returning home, I've decided I'm going to put the same thing on my mailbox. 52 pieces of mail, 47 of which are junk. Save the trees people; I don't want your credit card.)5,722 miles from NYC
I'm posting this video not because it's particularly interesting or funny, but just because I like it. New Zealand was pretty. Go there. And if you can't go there, at least google it and look at the pictures.
7,067 miles from NYC
Apparently, Australian women are very large with extraordinarily broad shoulders. Needless to say, I didn't do much dress shopping while I was there.
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