Photo of the Yesterday: Button and needle (and fabric) sculpture on 39th and 7th in Manhattan. (For shits & giggles, I've added the Google Maps satellite picture in the corner. Isn't it just wonderful how much of our lives can be seen from space?)
Sorry the posts have been so scant as of late, but I've been working like an idiot and coming home absolutely exhausted. My dreams are full of wires and ScotchLocks. (A word to the wise: if you don't want to work overtime, don't put in for overtime.) My kids are annoyed with me that I just fall asleep after dinner rather than playing with them. Anyway, here are some random thoughts I've had this week:
Life seems determined to put me in as many moccasins as possible, so I can see things from every perspective. Great. Very Zen. Now, if, for a change, I could have the perspective of a wealthy, skinny person, please...
I've never bought drugs, but I think this is probably what it's like: An old man motions to me from a doorway on Liberty Street. He cracks open the top of his bag and shows me some bootleg DVDs in plastic envelopes and tells me they're $5 each. None of them appeal to me (and of course, copyright violators are evil, slimy terrorists, drug cartells, slave traders, the bane of corn farmers (!), the cause of the recession, and everything else the MPAA says they are, *cough cough,*) so I move on. In the subway station at the World Trade Center site, police are randomly searching bags. They're looking for bombs, supposedly, but I wonder if they would confiscate a bootleg if they found one. As the rocking of the E-tran shakes me to sleep, I wonder why the old man would bother selling the DVDs, as the crime is now a misdemeanor worth a $5000 fine and up to six months in jail. I'm sure he's not the ringleader, so what could he be making - $1 per DVD? He can't possibly sell more than a handfull a day - not the way he's doing it. The Evil Bootleg Ring is probably holding his daughter captive, or something. Yeah, that's it.
I've registered a Facebook page to go along with my Myspace Page. This way my internet can be balanced. The only problem is, I can't remember a lot of my Army buddy's names. For example, the Sargent we all called Dirty Larry. What was his last name? Or the tall skinny guy, Robinson. Fist name? Watson, Tuggle... Rob... the only name I really remember was my roomate Keith's, and I have his email anyway.
Anyway, I have a lot of homework to do and sleep to catch up on. Goodnight.