phenomenon…october 14, 2009
it would be a complete phenomenon if i could set aside my attention deficit disorder in high definition long enough to articulate in this moment on this page the cold and hot of all my:
thoughts, emotions, experiences, dreams, speculations, occurrences, interludes, inferences, acquaintances, confrontations, memories, walks, run, embraces, kisses, smiles, tears, actions, reactions, rewards, consequences, intimacies, sexual fantasies, physical realities, out of body experiences, alien abductions, fantastic journeys to far and unreachable planets, daydreams while soaking in the cold snow, chills while sunbathing on a warm beach, attempts at market value consummation, rebounds from pain, quests in love, hopes for calming my mind, plans to fulfill my soul…
it would be as much of a phenomenon as those planes that appear to stand still in the sky long enough to seem to be stars.
but there’s no time for phenomenon right now. need to keep my high definition ADD fed and watered…
what was i talking about again?
originally posted on my myspace blog…october 16, 2007
Hairball….September 10, 2009
I had just made a stop at the bodega for a morning Red Bull. It was early. Too early, but I was on my way into work. I had to resort to Red Bull instead of coffee since I was walking to the subway, and with my knack for spilling everything all over myself, walking with a can instead of a cup of hot coffee was a much safer option.
I went to turn the corner for that last block to the subway and ran into a woman talking to another woman and her little son. This is all I caught,”Yeah, it’s a cough of some sort, like he has a hairball in his throat.”
Then, without hesitation, the boy re-enacted the sound of him trying to unlodge the hairball from his throat. It didn’t seem to phase either of the women at all, and they continued their conversation as if that disturbing hairball in the thoat sound had never happened. And it made me wonder…”When I have kids, will I also be immune to hearing that hairball sound? Hmmm….probably.”
A Couple Seconds In The Elevator….August 26, 2009
I stepped in the elevator and we looked at each other for a nanosecond. He was kind of lanky, and leaning against the back left corner of the elevator. He observed me for a couple seconds, with his eyes on my wallet chain and, perhaps, because I am speculating, my general tomboyish style. I did the same to him as I walked into the elevator, and the doors closed behind me. He wore a retro striped i-zod-like shirt and had a striped tie to go with it. He complimented the outfit with fitted brown pants and funky brown shoes. I admired his style as I observed and thought, “Wow, I want those clothes.”
After the door closed, we committed to our respective places in that four foot by four foot elevator. A couple seconds passed, and the door opened again. A tall, built, very professionally dressed man stepped in. He moved to the back of the small box, took a deep sigh, and cracked his neck. Both the lanky guy and I looked up for a quick second, then committed back to our spaces and facing forward in the small elevator. He had a spiffy silk tie and a style that was anything but laid back, unlike the lanky guy. I had so many questions running around in my mind about these two characters. Seconds later, the doors opened. We smiled at each other, and exited to make our ways home or to some other after-work locale.
We are perpetually intrigued by other people’s styles, behaviors, and interactions. I am perpetually intrigued by these things. However, our observations of other people are often inconspicuous. We do it in subtle ways, where space and time might allow us to slowly observe or observe from a distance. However, in an elevator, where we are confined by other people for typically only a matter of seconds, our observations are more overt and more direct. The great thing about this, however, is that with more overt observations often come much quicker conversation, and you might find yourself joking with the other people in that small box about that morning’s commute or about it being Monday without much effort or need for other conversation. And, at the very least, you may say, or receive a message of, “Have a good day,” as you or another fellow elevator passenger leaves the box. So, enjoy your few seconds in the elevator with your other interesting human counterparts.
Overheard On The Subway Sometime in July….July 31, 2009
A mother says to her young daughter, “So and so’s birthday is this Saturday. What do you want to get her?”
“Hmmmm….” The little girl really thought about it. “Well, I can make her a necklace, like the one I made you.”
“Well, you know, you don’t have to make her something. We can buy her something,” the mother replied. At this, the daughter looked at her in both wonderment and disbelief, and simply replied, “Ooohhh.”
How wonderful to know that life can be so simple as to sometimes feel it appropriate to give homemade gifts, like macaroni necklaces.
Best Conversation I’ve Heard So Far Today….January 7, 2009
I came into the office a bit late today because I had some stuff to do before work. On the subway at about 9:30, some guy gets on, with his glasses all fogged up. He didn’t wipe them off, and seemed completely content staring into space through his fogged up glasses. On the next stop, a buddy of his got on, and they acknowledged each other.
“Hey,” fogged up glasses guy says. “I’m running so late today.” He was completely dead-pan.
“Did you miss that meeting?” the guy who just got on says to fogged up glasses guy.
“Yup, I missed both of them. They shouldn’t expect for me to be there anyway.”
Hahahaha. Awesome. I love the brutal honesty.
Reposted from my Facebook notes.
