Here's what I've been thinking about:
- Being in NYC is kind of like being in the checkout line at Kroger (grocery store) - there is no surface on which to rest your eyes that is not employed as a space for selling you something. I buried my sizeable nose into Wendell Berry's Life is a Miracle for refuge and enjoyed my stay at the Leo House even though the requisite crucifix was missing (in fact, the room was very much "of the earth"- a country scene w/ a cottage and a shower curtain adorned with butterflies).
- Speaking of butterflies, Nancy mentioned during dinner that the Corpse Flower at the Brooklyn Botanic Garden has bloomed. I'm sorry I missed it. The flower gets its name from its scent, and it only blooms once every 10 years.
This cut-away shows the female flowers that are inside the body of the flower. - I like driving through midtown Manhattan an awful lot and will take it over driving the BQE or I-95 any day.
- I cannot stand Williamsburg (Brooklyn)- there is a bathtub ring of anxious tags made by suburban ex-pats throughout the entire city. Fortunately there are no trees as the "hipsters" would have covered them as well. I think I'm on the side of the Hasids...
- People who work in toll booths deserve our respect, smiles and kind words.
- I'm going to buy a New Jersey Turnpike T-shirt regardless of whether irony died on Sept 11, 2001 or not.
3 comments:
Michael, your current thought train may follow a linear track, but man does it twist and turn. I had to make sure I slowed down a bit, I was getting a bit quesy.
I am with you on Williamsburg, my man.
Dear Blogger with digital camera,
In my hood, there's a funny little Italian bakery up the street with lots of old folks and crucifixes and unbeatable cannoli. The one-legged man who lives across the street always makes sure the guy washing cars doesn't spray my feet when I walk by. The owner of the Thai place up the street brings me fresh jasmine from the garden when I have dinner there. My cashier at the market has a five-year-old son who's about to attend his first day of kindergarten. Mix in a good cup of coffee and a 10 minute walk to the river complete with unobstructed view of the greatest city in the world, and the WB ain't so bad.
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