a post for lilly

I sat at work all day and played this and thought about how I had nothing at all to write about today.

But I had completely forgotten about this morning when I got to the 96th St. 6 station.  There was a river flowing between the tracks that immediately made me think of my friend, who was a writer for the NY Times.

As soon as I saw the flowing water I broke out in the biggest grin.  I was excitedly scanning the river for signs of life but quickly became ill from the amount of gross garbage I saw instead.  I feel like I haven't been eating particularly well lately and the culmination of all my bad food choices along with floating garbage was too much for me.

But before I was overcome with the urge to vomit I was having really fond thoughts of you Lilly!

And to think that I almost forgot all about this.  I was actually downloading my pictures because I wanted to post these nice ghosties I saw on my walk home:

At first they just made me smile because they're funny and nice but then as I was walking past I realized the true genius that is the big one's crazy mouth:

It was like a section of the wall that had missing bricks and they turned it in to his crazy smile.  I love it.  It also raises many questions in my mind.  Like it seems like the addition of the ghost features was an afterthought, perhaps by a different artist altogether.  It doesn't look like the same paint as the swirly pattern, as if somebody saw the white shapes and thought that the really looked like ghosts and needed to be painted thusly.  In which case the mouth is really a brilliant touch.

The only alternative that I can see would be that the original artist had planned the ghosts from the beginning in which case it seems like all of that patter around it was based entirely on the sight gag of the crazy snaggle tooth mouth.

Either way, I love it.

And I got this post in before midnight!

::wipes sweat off brow::

gross

This morning I took my laundry to the cleaners on my way to the subway.  I went sans earbuds because I had my hands full and hate going in to a place and having to set my stuff down, turn my headphones off, and take them out of my ears before I can address the shopkeep.  As I walked down the beautiful sunny street I was thinking, you know, it's not so bad to just hear the sounds of the city. 

Then I heard the unmistakeable sound.  But how?  Why?  I was on the corner of 96th St. and 1st Avenue, who on earth would be clipping their nails?  I turned around and sure enough, there was a guy standing RIGHT NEXT TO ME and clipping his finger nails.  He was so close and there was nowhere I could go to escape.  I was seriously freaking out.

I mean it's not just that the sound of nails being clipped is incredibly gross to me, I also always have this vision of them clipping a nail, it flying through the air and landing on my lip. 

Now granted, I bite my nails, constantly, so maybe i don't have the best relationship with digital hygene, but I feel like even if I did clip my finger nails like normal people I would do it in the privacy of my boudoir while nobody else was home with my music turned up to the max. 

Something about clipping finger and toe nails also makes me think of the process of shoeing a horse and how you shave down part of their hoof.  GROSS!  I don't know, it really makes me uncomfortable.

startlingly good graffiti

I couldn't stop laughing when I saw this poster in the 96th street subway stop. Somebody did a fine job with this.

also, what a stupid looking show. I guess having never gone to a school with legitimate cheerleaders I don't really understand the appeal. I do keep telling Ariel that she should incorporate more cheerleading in to Tayisha Busay though, as she was the captain of her cheerleading squad in high school.