Today, while waiting for my long island-bound LIRR, I witnessed a pimp recruiting a hooker-to-be at the Penn station mc Donalds...

Was sneaky and took a photo:

Fierce shoes

Black woman passing by the front of Hank's Saloon: "Y'all killing yourselves softly."
Me: "Did she just quote Lauren Hill?" "Um, fat black lady, you're killing me softly with your tank-ass."

I'm nauseous from the smell of this Long Islander's bologna sandwich. Oscar Meyers I'm sure.

Friday night

firstly: A random woman approached me while i was working today, to inquire about some clothing, and midway through my response she interrupts me to commend me on my "lovely accent." She proceeded to ask where I was from and before I could answer, I blurted out "I have an accent?!"

secondly: this thunderstorm was a relief from the sticky and hot weather we've had this week. What it didn't relieve anyone (including myself) was from the beggars out and about on the streets. Rain or shine, for a penny or for a dime, they were persistent.

thirdly: It is almost impossible to find a subway car with at least another sober person aboard.

numero 1 (take 2)

So I'm walking with my friend Richard down 7th ave (in the dreaded Penn Station area), and I see this posh woman walking while on her blackberry. She kept gawking at us, b/c we were talking about dick, and b/c Richard has very large spacers in his ears. While we distracted her with our whimsy, this angry black woman is walking in the other direction. The posh woman is walking straight but not paying attention, and the black woman glares right at her and hollers: "I know you ain't about to try to walk right through me, bitch!!!"

hehe

This blog is going in a new direction.

Less about me, more about something else.

What you may ask?

The randomness encountered in NY.

The craziness, the crazies, the weird, etc...

and that's starting tomorrow.

Enjoy

I'm in a new york state of mind.

This guitar will be the death of me

À Cause de quoi?

This is great. Yelle has been a francophone anomaly: synthpop à la française. I-tunes has done this genius thing again, the Foreign Exchange program. I just got a chance to download the second installment which featured Yelle (France) and Robyn (Sweden). Yelle constructed a french version for Robyn's "Who's that girl" while Robyn anglicized "À Cause des Garçons." They're really good. Yelle's version of "Who's that girl" may end up becoming one of the songs i translate for this never-ending thesis.

Qui est cette fille - Yelle

Les filles sont jolies
C'est évident
Et moi je le suis
Juste de temps en temps

Les filles sont jolies
Et épanouies
Moi j'essaierais
Tant que je serais en vie

Qui est cette fille dont tu rêves tant ?
Qui est cette fille dont tu es l'amant ?
Qui est cette fille qui porte mes vêtements ?
Mais qui est-elle ?
Elle porte mes vêtements

Ces filles ne disent pas non
Mais "pourquoi pas?"
Elles aiment les garçons
Et surtout toi

Les filles sont sexy
Quand elles te parlent
Et quand je le suis
Tu ne me vois toujours pas

Qui est cette fille dont tu rêves tant ?
Qui est cette fille dont tu es l'amant ?
Qui est cette fille qui porte mes vêtements ?
Mais qui est-elle ?
Elle porte mes vêtements

Faisons un petit jeu que tu ne connais pas
Tu serais la fille et moi je serais toi
Si maintenant les règles sont inversées
Est ce que ça va
Veux tu encore jouer avec moi a-a-avec moi

Qui est cette fille dont tu rêves tant ?
Qui est cette fille dont tu es l'amant ?
Qui est cette fille qui porte mes vêtements ?
Mais qui est-elle ?
Elle porte mes vêtements

Today's date-for-one was made possible by the letter G: governor's island, ginger ale, and curry goat on a rotti.