This sign was funny because it was just so damned big. Unfortunately there's no sense of scale in my crappy mobile-phone snapshot, but I think you can still get a sense of the dramatic "
MILK." Would be more amusing if Gus Van Sant hadn't made that movie (as would
this, most likely).
Really not the country kind. I took this picture and then the screenshot immediately below because, as a native New Yorker, I just can't get it through my head that Google Maps actually knows when the train is coming—or, more to the point, that the train schedule, which Google Maps uses, has any relation to reality—but it does, it clearly does!
(Sub in "arrived at" and you're golden.)
I like this new hoozie–whatsit on the subways, changes as you go and tells you how many stops till your stop and so forth. Got 'em on the F, now, too. Ah, techmology.
I do
not like this ad, or "art" or whatever, which at some point maybe I'll get a closer-up picture of (but in the meantime you can click to enlarge). Basically my problem with it is that it's analogous to a badly mixed metaphor. I mean, let's see, we've got a flying subway car...which is shaped like a fish...and inside it there's an uneasy blend of cheesy-1990s-PC-cross-section-of-society and random-incomprehensible-bullshit, like, "Some people are kissing, and a businessman is, ha ha, just hanging out the door with his briefcase, and there's some hip black guy playing the saxophone like hip black guys do, and, oh, right, a knight in armor and some fuckin' aliens, and..."
This is an album I've never quite gotten all the way into but usually think I love, and I think part of the problem is that it's one of
those ones like John Lennon's
Imagine that got remixed, as if that were a plus, except that I've never actually heard the original and don't know whether what I'm listening to is what everybody thought was so worthwhile. Which maybe shouldn't matter, but what can you do. Note: I have "sound check" turned on, or whatever it's called, so the volume is "all the way up" to only about ⅔ volume. I'm not an idiot. I like listening to music and want to
continue listening to music.
Converse sneakers are great except I wear holes in the soles in seemingly about three weeks. Probably longer. Also, I have my pants legs rolled up because my pants are a little too long and I don't like stepping on them; it's not some kind of fashion statement.
You know why the floor of the subway looks like this? So they don't have to clean it as much: you can't tell if there's shit on there. I'm familiar with this concept because when I was a little kid my mom explained that the bachelor who lived in our apartment before my parents moved in had had these kitchen tiles installed that were specifically designed so that you couldn't see things you dropped on the floor, which was a good thing if you didn't ever want to clean and a bad thing if, say, you wanted to find whatever you had dropped.
I'm not sure why I took this picture...but I want to honor my past self's wishes, so I'm including it. I think it had something to do, again, with the new techmology. Oh, no, I remember! It's that ceiling hand-rail. It's a new development, I think, and clever, but you never see anybody using it. I'm going to start using it. Except...do you think it gets cleaned as often?
When this song comes on while I'm driving, I sing along with great energy. The only problem is I want to sing both James Brown and the backup singers. Life is tough.
I like Paul Smith because of the little details. I got this jacket as a gift and have been wearing the shit out of it and am a little sad because I think it's getting worn out. See, this is why it would be nice to be rich: if your fuckin' jacket wears out, you just buy a new one, simple as that! (Also, you don't have to worry about rent.)
Good song.
I haven't taken the shuttle train I think since I used to live on the Upper West Side and dated somebody who lived in Connecticut such that the Metro-North and Grand Central were involved. But God damn it, do you see the
advertisements on the side of the train? We live in an ugly society and it's just gonna get uglier. Graffiti covering a train is 100 times more appealing than this shit, and I simply do not understand anyone who doesn't feel the same way.
I guess I haven't been in this subway station for years: this record store is way new (which makes the "SINCE 1958" claim pretty amusing).
Great quotation, great attribution. Reminds me of my friend and my(
?) ruling after seeing
Mr. Bungle live 10 years ago: "Assholery." Not that Gray's Papaya is assholery, you understand—I'm just voicing appreciation for the wording.
This sign was funny because it was just so damned big. Unfortunately there's no sense of scale in my crappy mobile-phone snapshot, but I think you can still get a sense of the dramatic "MILK." Would be more amusing if Gus Van Sant hadn't made that movie (as would this, most likely).
Really not the country kind. I took this picture and then the screenshot immediately below because, as a native New Yorker, I just can't get it through my head that Google Maps actually knows when the train is coming—or, more to the point, that the train schedule, which Google Maps uses, has any relation to reality—but it does, it clearly does!
(Sub in "arrived at" and you're golden.)
I like this new hoozie–whatsit on the subways, changes as you go and tells you how many stops till your stop and so forth. Got 'em on the F, now, too. Ah, techmology.
I do not like this ad, or "art" or whatever, which at some point maybe I'll get a closer-up picture of (but in the meantime you can click to enlarge). Basically my problem with it is that it's analogous to a badly mixed metaphor. I mean, let's see, we've got a flying subway car...which is shaped like a fish...and inside it there's an uneasy blend of cheesy-1990s-PC-cross-section-of-society and random-incomprehensible-bullshit, like, "Some people are kissing, and a businessman is, ha ha, just hanging out the door with his briefcase, and there's some hip black guy playing the saxophone like hip black guys do, and, oh, right, a knight in armor and some fuckin' aliens, and..."
This is an album I've never quite gotten all the way into but usually think I love, and I think part of the problem is that it's one of those ones like John Lennon's Imagine that got remixed, as if that were a plus, except that I've never actually heard the original and don't know whether what I'm listening to is what everybody thought was so worthwhile. Which maybe shouldn't matter, but what can you do. Note: I have "sound check" turned on, or whatever it's called, so the volume is "all the way up" to only about ⅔ volume. I'm not an idiot. I like listening to music and want to continue listening to music.
Converse sneakers are great except I wear holes in the soles in seemingly about three weeks. Probably longer. Also, I have my pants legs rolled up because my pants are a little too long and I don't like stepping on them; it's not some kind of fashion statement.
You know why the floor of the subway looks like this? So they don't have to clean it as much: you can't tell if there's shit on there. I'm familiar with this concept because when I was a little kid my mom explained that the bachelor who lived in our apartment before my parents moved in had had these kitchen tiles installed that were specifically designed so that you couldn't see things you dropped on the floor, which was a good thing if you didn't ever want to clean and a bad thing if, say, you wanted to find whatever you had dropped. 
I'm not sure why I took this picture...but I want to honor my past self's wishes, so I'm including it. I think it had something to do, again, with the new techmology. Oh, no, I remember! It's that ceiling hand-rail. It's a new development, I think, and clever, but you never see anybody using it. I'm going to start using it. Except...do you think it gets cleaned as often?
When this song comes on while I'm driving, I sing along with great energy. The only problem is I want to sing both James Brown and the backup singers. Life is tough.
I like Paul Smith because of the little details. I got this jacket as a gift and have been wearing the shit out of it and am a little sad because I think it's getting worn out. See, this is why it would be nice to be rich: if your fuckin' jacket wears out, you just buy a new one, simple as that! (Also, you don't have to worry about rent.)
Good song.
I haven't taken the shuttle train I think since I used to live on the Upper West Side and dated somebody who lived in Connecticut such that the Metro-North and Grand Central were involved. But God damn it, do you see the advertisements on the side of the train? We live in an ugly society and it's just gonna get uglier. Graffiti covering a train is 100 times more appealing than this shit, and I simply do not understand anyone who doesn't feel the same way.
I guess I haven't been in this subway station for years: this record store is way new (which makes the "SINCE 1958" claim pretty amusing).
Great quotation, great attribution. Reminds me of my friend and my(?) ruling after seeing Mr. Bungle live 10 years ago: "Assholery." Not that Gray's Papaya is assholery, you understand—I'm just voicing appreciation for the wording.
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