Fancy man

in a garment district building housing several fancy fashion companies enters restroom, relieves himself, checks/smooths hair in mirror, exists.

there is a glaring deficiency in the above list.

....?

While taking taking the F train to RI,

Having been in my current ill mood about career and personal life,

set partly on by a question from a compatriot

and otherwise by the sound of a conductor's regionalism

(which I think started as appreciation for it before turning to a recent regretted performance),

I stepped off the train, in no rush.

Seeing a shut-down escalator up, I passed by an available stairway up heading toward a working escalator. I looked forward and began to scan for that same conductor leaning out of his window watching for boarding riders. I saw him, and had a thought that he might see me sashaying past the stairway and knowing that seemingly perfectly able-bodied person was forgoing it for the ease of the escalator, and even taking his time in doing that. I then thought about how much I wasn't bothered if he thought that, and was tickled by the thought of my casualness.

As I passed by him, he spoke and I paused and removed the headphones playing Crossings to understand him.

"Keep your head up, brother, it'll get better."

I assured him I was fine and moved on.

It is interesting that he took a moment of lift from depression as depression.

It is interesting that my melancholy may be so pervasive that it has colored even my light times with dourness.

...seems about right...

Off to work!

Peace,

c w j

I just walked by

a framing business where the only thing displayed in its windows were two large, un-framed paintings.

Peace,

c w j

Acoutement

I just saw a young woman wearing an Apple Bottoms branded jacket.

Aside from her not having a particularly app-ular bottom, one wonders why an Apple Bottoms jacket, would need to exist.

itstoocoldtobeplaying

Jack Daal

1) Look 'em in the eye & speak from the heart

2) you gotta go away to come back

3) if someone asks you to keep a secret, their secret is a lie

from "Louie"

the rest of it

If you are fortunate, you will have a day where you realize the decision to go back to bed and stay there as long as needed was the correct one.

And NOT th result of laziness.

The opposite, in fact...the intense need for rest is often earned by a significant outlay of energy.

And here,
all this time,

you thought you were lazy.

Don't let them tell you that.

Don't forget to get out of bed, either.



c

On the way to a seat on the bus,

I see a man tan of skin, dark of hair with a full beard but bare lip.

I think, "must be hard to be you right now."

When I sit, I notice what he his listening/watching on his phone:

"UCP Islamic Guidance"

I want to ask if it is saying anything interesting.

Brisk

Sunny, sparse clouds, 27 degrees f.

The beauty in the beholders eye.

pondering

poor/working vs. middle/upper = status quo

poor/working + middle/upper vs wealthy minority = revolution


?

meh.

messy.

sacrifices for conciseness.

meh.

later.

The thing with the drum...

it's nothing but time...that's all it is.

Weather report - manolete

http://m.youtube.com/watch?v=MRotCcbGIYg

Maso Chism

And then there's the point in life

where you have to moment

when you wonder:

"am I the only person I know who managed to, somehow, temporarily blind himself in one eye...

with a sandwich."

(scene)

From Above

"Introspective"

I think I'd like to know

more about the mountain people of central Africa.

--

Peace:
cW

The plays of Gertrude Stein

were either never intended to be performed as plays,

(using the script form as a different framework to construct poetry)

or are complete and utter bullshit.

contact

There are moments when it occurs to you that you need a hug. There are many others when it doesn't, though you still need the embrace.

hu-mans are weerd.

"Eine Verabredung" - Barbara Morganstern

Wheelie

I just realized/remembered that I dreamed I was riding a unicycle within the past couple nights/days.

Someone there was encouraging. I believe it was the honorable Bill Montgomery.

(no, you likely don't know him, but I do)

I never imagined

sitting outside on the boat at night amid lightly flurried snow in the hurried darkness of almost-winter night

with a visibility so low as to virtually hide the mile of construction that is the Verrazano and the millions of people that is Brooklyn

could be this pleasant.

Quiet.

Beautiful, even.

Object Recognition

(while taking pictures in the open storage area at Brooklyn Museum)

Lady with group of 3 others: Excuse me, have you been on the fourth floor?

Me: Yeah

Lady: What's down there?

Me: an architecture/design exhibit - models of home interiors from NY in the 19th century

Lady: Oh, that's sounds good. Thank you.

Me: Your welcome

Lady: (walking away)...wichyo fine self...

Me: ...(smirk)