I love this blog: Overheard in New York.
It’s not quite the New York that I tend to overhear; it’s both more sexual and stupider than the one I overhear. But still it’s much better than nothing if it was better it would make me home sick. When you live in a city you know that other people are listening and you work to keep them entertained. That adds something.
Spanish dude: Yeah, she left me a message and it was like, “Oh, I see you ain’t answering your phone and shit ’cause you doin’ what you do
…but that’s ai’ight, I’m a do me.” So I called her, I was like,
“What you doin’ you? Matta fact, did you do you already? You gon’ go out and fuck somebody else because I couldn’t pick up my phone?”. And she was like, “Nah, nooo, I didn’t mean it, I was just mad. And then you got that other bitch.” I said, “I’m not concerned about that bitch, I’m concerned about this bitch.”–A train
The stereotyping is fun, if your a New Yorker. It would be kind of racist if you didn’t understand how many marvalous kinds inhabit the city.
They like to pick on tourists.
Tourist dad: Well, I guess this is Chinatown.
Tourist mom: I thought it would be bigger.
Tourist dad: Me too.–32nd & 5th
Ignoring that there is a lot of information in that address. Cities are amazingly dense; it’s impossible to know how much a thing can change in 40 feet until you’ve lived in a city. It’s like a 5 miles or more an the inner ring suburbs. Somethings appear small, but they aren’t. You can find the equivalent of entire small cities in single buildings in New York.
I didn’t eat it. I would have eatten it. The Internet saved me. 
Some times I recall an invention I read about in Popular Science when I was a wee lad and wonder what ever became of that? For example I recall an air conditioner who’s design was based on blowing a stream of air, at an angle, onto a surface. The magazine assured me that the air that then went one way was cooler than the air that went the other.
Usually the pot with the Brugmansia in it spends the winter in the basement attempting to steal a little light from the shelves of grow lamps; but this year we were too lazy to carry it into the basement and it ended up in a corner of the living room where it put on a few leaves and leaned toward the winter light thru the window. Then after the solstice it kept putting on more leaves and then it decided to bud and today it bloomed! It is now stinking up the whole house with a delightful fragrance in a desperate attempt to call out to it’s 
I got to spend a few hours on the streets of New York City yesterday. God I love it!
