8.27 Shoe shopping

If shiny feet = happy feet, I'm in a state of euphoria.

8.27 University

Something about this is very disturbing.

Am I supposed to be comforted by the fact that she's wearing wrist guards?!

8.25 12th Street

Football season! Maybe it's my Texas A&M roots, but I LOVE marching bands. Seriously. This got me so excited.

8.20 9th Street

Hello?? Does anyone notice? Does anyone care?? There is a dead guy in a box on 9th street.

8.18 West Village

Expected: A love note graffitied on a wall.

Unexpected: A love note to Anderson Cooper graffitied on a wall.

Only in New York: A love note to Anderson Cooper graffitied on a wall with a sleeping homeless dude and a bicycle.

8.17 I smell bacon!

Ok. I'm stretching the rules of the blog just a little here... this one isn't from NY, but I couldn't resist:

8.15 14th Street Louis Vitton Motorcyles

This is a new one to me... Louis Vitton motorcyle covers? Maybe my brand associations are off, but I don't picture don't picture Louis Vitton's target to be a bunch of dudes who cruise around on motorcyles, especially those called Killer, or "KLR" as it's so creatively displayed. I guess the dog-tote market just isn't what it used to be for ol' LV.

8.9 Free Tibet

Is it just me, or does this guy seem a little out of place?

8.8 Misery all over

Today was a pissy day in New York City.

Basically there are 4 means of transportation here in NYC: subways, taxis, busses, and feet. On a lovely 96 degree, 96% humidity day like today, guess which one was the only one available?





Yep, feet.

Needless to say, I was not a happy camper (along with the other bajillion people in this city).


Not a good sign.
What is normally just a few people at a bus stop, today, were lines from one block to the next. And the streets were literally jam-packed with buses, most of which read "out of service." How fun!

At least people got creative. Like this guy, who soaked up the sweat with a makeshift paper towel bandana. Maybe next time I'll steal his idea and sell those suckers on the street. Might as well make a buck or two off of people's misery, right?

Maybe I should have done a little less of this (%$*!) and a little more of this...

8.7 Irving Place

Protestors, in the form of rats.

Not sure I understand it, but this giant blow up rodent greets me every morning outside the ConEd building. I could think of a much better welcome-to-your-day mascot, but I guess it could always be worse (as in real). I wonder though, do they really think this is going to help?

"Geez Marve, there's a large rat outside our building... maybe we should lower electricity bills."

8.7 William

I finally had time to stop and see Poem man. His name is William and he might be the coolest kid ever. I asked if he sold his poems and he said no, that they were custom written and by donation only. He asked me for a word - a single word - to give him inspiration for the poem. I stood there for the longest time going through different categories of words... nouns, adjectives, feelings, favorites... couldn't decide (this, after all, was a big decision) and finally went with "indecisive." Figures.

So here's the product of 10 minutes and $3. I love it.

8.6 Out and about in the EV

Sorry for the pause - I was in San Francisco. And we all know nothing interesting happens in San Francisco....

Anyway, back to the city.




Hmmm.... Something about this package strikes me as very suspicious.




Delavega has a lot to say...
(And what's with the Jew Tube??)

Some of it even makes sense.

At least Richard Flusser can sympathize with the sweltering humidity...