I just asked Robin, -my affluent 8 year old of a friend- what she did for Thanksgiving. Envisioning sugarplums dancing in my head, she surprised me with:
"I went to lunch."
(I burst up laughing.) "oh G-d, that is so Manhattan of you! I love it, how wonderful!"
"Why are you laughing?"
"Because typically people get together bake a turkey, make stuffing, and have a group experience. You, on the other hand, went to lunch."
"Well there was turkey there. It was kind of like a buffet I guess."
Wednesday
I would like to interview/test someone that works in grocery checkout.
I am interested in the fact that grocery checkout workers have to memorize numbers in association with produce. They have codes for everything: asparagus, apples, lettuce, spinach etc.
So it would kind of be like an association/imagery project of sorts. I would like to put a carrot, a head of iceberg lettuce, and a brussel sprout on a poster; and see what they might be able to come up with (in terms of random numbers). It would be a new form of free math. A type of movement that really has no relevance anywhere other than subjecting nature to commerce or commerce to nature.
Whichever is more powerful, I am guessing only time will tell.
I am interested in the fact that grocery checkout workers have to memorize numbers in association with produce. They have codes for everything: asparagus, apples, lettuce, spinach etc.
So it would kind of be like an association/imagery project of sorts. I would like to put a carrot, a head of iceberg lettuce, and a brussel sprout on a poster; and see what they might be able to come up with (in terms of random numbers). It would be a new form of free math. A type of movement that really has no relevance anywhere other than subjecting nature to commerce or commerce to nature.
Whichever is more powerful, I am guessing only time will tell.
Tuesday
I forgot to tell this lame story that happened to me on the bus home from JFK the other day. It goes a little like this:
So, I get on the airport bus, and realize that I have a LGA ticket, as opposed to a JFK ticket. I then realize that all I had on me was Euros, so I couldn't pay the difference. It was late, and this mistake was holding up the bus. People were cranky. This gentleman two seats ahead of me turns around and says "look, what's the difference? This is ridiculous!" He then pulls out a wad of cash and starts pushing dollar bills in the bus ticket takers hand. I just sat there stunned because A.) I was tired, and B.) It was all happening to quickly for me to object. So he pays the guy. We take off on our journey home. I thank the guy, and the guy just shrugs it off. So whatever.
Quiet busride home. We all arrive back in Manhatter.
As I am exiting the bus, I put my hand gently on his shoulder and reiterate how thankful I was for him paying the three dollars, and that I would really like it if he had a great night, and to get home safely.
He looks at me with a face that read "dude, I am so going to heaven for this. I am practically Christ." face, and says: "Pay it forward."
Now why did he have to go and ruin the moment for me? huh? He ruined everything with that, so instead of asking him for his address to mail the money back - I just laughed and said "ah, it's good to be back." (in America, that is...)
So, I get on the airport bus, and realize that I have a LGA ticket, as opposed to a JFK ticket. I then realize that all I had on me was Euros, so I couldn't pay the difference. It was late, and this mistake was holding up the bus. People were cranky. This gentleman two seats ahead of me turns around and says "look, what's the difference? This is ridiculous!" He then pulls out a wad of cash and starts pushing dollar bills in the bus ticket takers hand. I just sat there stunned because A.) I was tired, and B.) It was all happening to quickly for me to object. So he pays the guy. We take off on our journey home. I thank the guy, and the guy just shrugs it off. So whatever.
Quiet busride home. We all arrive back in Manhatter.
As I am exiting the bus, I put my hand gently on his shoulder and reiterate how thankful I was for him paying the three dollars, and that I would really like it if he had a great night, and to get home safely.
He looks at me with a face that read "dude, I am so going to heaven for this. I am practically Christ." face, and says: "Pay it forward."
Now why did he have to go and ruin the moment for me? huh? He ruined everything with that, so instead of asking him for his address to mail the money back - I just laughed and said "ah, it's good to be back." (in America, that is...)
Monday
Last night Jeff said that he went to Ellis Island with this guy that couldnt stop singing "Immigrant Song" on the boatride over. I think that is hilarious. I would like to do that. "Come from the land of the ice and snow...." its perfect. Then we envisioned the song be played whenever the Riders of Rohan appear on the screen.
Fun stuff.
Fun stuff.
