Streetwalkin'

When I go for a walk, sometimes I'll see an empty condom wrapper on the sidewalk, and my fertile imagination will go wild.

Pet Peeve of the Day / H20

When people use water to hose down and clean their sidewalks when a simple broom would suffice.

Coked Up Kitty

No, NOT me. I don't even do caffeine, remember?

But this article makes me wonder...what is this world coming to?!?

Thanks, dlisted.

If a tree falls in the forest...

You know that saying "If a tree falls in the forest and nobody's around to hear it, does it make a sound?"

Well, more relevant and applicable to my life in the concrete jungle that is NYC, "if an associate is in the office until 5AM and doesn't send out an email, was that associate ever there that late/early?"

Let's just say...work. Has. Sucked. By the end of Tuesday "night," I had billed 42.8 hours.

Belize Break

Hrmmm...I wonder if anyone still checks this. *listens*




*crickets*


I was in Belize this past week. It was incredible. Here's a picture that will hopefully placate the masses. This photo is the mouth to the cave Achtun Tunichil Muknal.

Crazy, Cool, or Cute?

It may just be the fact that it's 3:10AM, but I'm slightly obsessed with this pink dolphin...and, no, that is NOT a euphemism or brand name for anything remotely scandalous.

Old, New, Borrowed, Blue

It's kind of weird to think that, at my age, my parents were married.

On the 6

The train ride back home today was host to a most entertaining conversation. Two guys -- a skinny Asian guy in ripped jeans and a pretty built black guy are sitting across from each other on the train. I picked up this snippet of conversation after overhearing the Asian guy say "I watched my first porno when I turned 18." Then I lost the conversation and somehow I picked it back up at this point:

Asian dude ("A"): Have you ever seen that pig movie? That Disney pig movie?
Black dude ("B"): You mean "Babe," right?
A: Yeah, "Babe." ...I like pigs.
B: Me too, pigs are the shiz.
A: Hell yeah, you know what pigs got? Pigs got BACON. And that shit is delicious.
B: Mmm...you know what's good? Bacon with bleu cheese and some ranch dressing.
A: Ugararrrgh. Bleu cheese tastes like BUTT.
B: ...you know, butt doesn't taste too bad, either.

Assisted Suicide

A couple of weeks ago I watched the documentary "Dying at Grace," which depicted five people at the Salvation Army Toronto Grace Health Centre who were days away from death. A thought-provoking film, my viewing of it coincided oddly enough with some Jack Kevorkian news -- namely that he was released from prison after 8 years.

While watching these men and women speak about death, hope, life, and their accomplishments (and also while being able to perceive their silent regrets), I couldn't help but wonder what I would want in a similar situation. Would I hold on, keep fighting, accept myself as having reached my complete journey? Would I struggle for that last gasp, go peacefully, wonder how I had made it this far? Which then led me to wonder about whether what Jack Kevorkian did was really worthy of such vehement censure.

When we say we have control over our lives, should death be one of them?

N.B.: Please note that this is NOT meant as a personal post, but rather as an abstract and thought-provoking one. I'm curious to know others' views.

A "Seinfeld" Episode: Birdbrained

I don't/didn't watch "Seinfeld," and I personally think it's pretty dumb. However, tonight I had a distinctly "Seinfeld" moment (as confirmed by an avid watcher of "Seinfeld").

As I threw open the living room window, I slid my birdfeeder (which was suctioned to the window's surface) right off the window and watched in horror as the feeder fell to its presumed demise five floors below. I stuck my head out of the window, all the while thinking a-mile-a-minute dire thoughts about liability, how a quarter dropped off the Empire State building can kill someone, etc etc.

I looked down...and breathed a gust of relief that, due to the construction they are currently doing on my roof (which has yielded heavy work boots-stomping on my ceiling at 8am -- a whole OTHER rant I could go into), there was scaffolding below that stopped said birdfeeder one story before hitting street a.k.a. liability level.

As my visitors and I got a laugh out of the Birdfeeder Incident, I can't help but continue to be amused by wondering what the roofing gents will think when they arrive on Monday morning to see a sunflower seeds explosion.