The sidewalk outside of the Conde Nast Building is dark grey with sparkly bits embedded in the concrete. It’s lovely, it looks like stars. But what is amazing about the sparkliness of these sidewalk stars is that they only sparkle when I’m walking. One has to be moving to see the sparkly stars. The movement of the lights (and there is a lot of movement in those Times Square lights) can’t make the stars shine, only my feet and eyes can.
Wednesday, February 9, 2011
Saturday, February 5, 2011
Were you wondering what New York smelled like this week?
Well I took some notes, and would be happy to share:
Monday: Cigarette smoke, greasy fried food, and farts.
Monday: Cigarette smoke, greasy fried food, and farts.
Tuesday: Stinky cheese.
Wednesday: There was no smell on Wednesday – all smells were obliterated by the sights of scowling faces and the sounds of angry cursing and muttering, due to the ¼ inch of ice covering everything. The ice covering people’s senses of patience, reason, respect for others, and compassion for their fellow human beings, however, was far thicker than that.
Thursday: Really really stinky cheese and baby wipes.
Friday: Skunk, and as a nice callback to the beginning of the week – farts.
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