Grand Tour
Thorn and I met in Manhattan for a fun afternoon out that had some surreal moments. Our meet-up place was Astor Place Station, and as I waited for her two different people asked me for directions in 10 minutes. I told them where to go. Not like that. So if you're in Manhattan and see a redheaded young woman and feel an inescapable urge to ask her for directions, it might be me. Just saying.
At some point, four guys dressed like bananas, one pushing a shopping cart, and one guy dressed and moving like a gorilla walked toward the station. To get on the subway, of course. They didn't appear to be advertising anything, which made it weirder (and cooler).
This one is blurry because I was trying to get off another shot before they disappeared from view.
Astor Place Barnes & Noble is gone! I heard rumors but didn't think it had already gone through. The Village offers steadily less to me these days.
I enjoyed lunch at Veselka with Thorn, then went to Enchantments and saw that they barely have a book selection anymore. We sneered at The Strand's filing system, whatever it is. Among other things, "occult" really doesn't equal "new age." Union Square Barnes & Noble offered more of what she was looking for, then we went down University Place and ran across the creepy mime mannequins at Ralph Lauren Rugby. To Ralph Lauren, French = mime (= freakyass?).
Worst of all, they have no eyes. It's just unpainted skin tone.
My search for a cheap two-year day planner was in vain. Later there were women dressed in traditional Chinese dress and makeup drumming up interest in a show but the crowds on Broadway were too thick for me to get a good photo. Having seen Pearl River, Thorn has found the place she wants to live, while I reflected that if I'd bought that gong I wouldn't be able to resist the urge to keep striking it. Gong or no gong, I need money so I can spend it on cute unnecessary things at that store.
On the train ride home one woman asked me if my "mommy was Greek." I had to say no, but at least that explained why she kept looking at me during the ride. V: most approachable face, or most approachable face ever?
Great day out. Then I came home and found a letter of very bad news that I can't begin to address until Monday, so I'm trying not to think about it.
At some point, four guys dressed like bananas, one pushing a shopping cart, and one guy dressed and moving like a gorilla walked toward the station. To get on the subway, of course. They didn't appear to be advertising anything, which made it weirder (and cooler).
This one is blurry because I was trying to get off another shot before they disappeared from view.
Astor Place Barnes & Noble is gone! I heard rumors but didn't think it had already gone through. The Village offers steadily less to me these days.
I enjoyed lunch at Veselka with Thorn, then went to Enchantments and saw that they barely have a book selection anymore. We sneered at The Strand's filing system, whatever it is. Among other things, "occult" really doesn't equal "new age." Union Square Barnes & Noble offered more of what she was looking for, then we went down University Place and ran across the creepy mime mannequins at Ralph Lauren Rugby. To Ralph Lauren, French = mime (= freakyass?).
Worst of all, they have no eyes. It's just unpainted skin tone.
My search for a cheap two-year day planner was in vain. Later there were women dressed in traditional Chinese dress and makeup drumming up interest in a show but the crowds on Broadway were too thick for me to get a good photo. Having seen Pearl River, Thorn has found the place she wants to live, while I reflected that if I'd bought that gong I wouldn't be able to resist the urge to keep striking it. Gong or no gong, I need money so I can spend it on cute unnecessary things at that store.
On the train ride home one woman asked me if my "mommy was Greek." I had to say no, but at least that explained why she kept looking at me during the ride. V: most approachable face, or most approachable face ever?
Great day out. Then I came home and found a letter of very bad news that I can't begin to address until Monday, so I'm trying not to think about it.