Maybe next time, I'll learn not to watch movies like this
in the bathtub.
I've seen The Gates in Central Park twice now: once in the pouring rain, with practically no other people around; and once today, in the brilliant sunlight. I think I appreciated it more in the rain, but it's still pretty incredible. Ignore all the naysayers braying about what a failure it has been-- I don't think that anything capable of reinvigorating a city's interest in its greatest greenspace can be judged too harshly.This picture did make me laugh, though
. I think it goes well with the playfulness of the whole project.
Dear Sirs, I never thought it would happen to me, but there I was, in the Dean & Deluca cafe in Borders (59th/8th), working on editing my dissertation's final chapter, when suddenly, out of the corner of my eye, I spied this man. Yes, he's reading... but what? Well, if my camera phone were better, you would be able to see that he was perusing the latest edition of Penthouse Magazine, blissfully unaware of the gaping mouths all around him. Worse, he folded over the pages as he read, exposing lots and lots of fleshy parts to the patrons nearby...
Who ARE these people?!
I've accidentally seated myself at a Starbucks right next to what sounds like a New Age-y Men's Group. Imagine Robert Bly and a drum circle, but with suits and a few laptops. One choice quote of the evening: 'If you don't know your woman's love language, and she don't know yours, you're not fulfilled. You're not fulfilled.'
Where's Oprah when you need her?