Poop
First a word of warning: This is a post about poo. For lack of other interesting subjects, I've chosen this one to blog. While I don't plan to go into detail about smell, size, color, consistency, or the number of wipes it took to finish, the topic may still be offensive to some. If this is the case for you, please feel free to skip this post.
I'm normally an after-work person. However, it seems my schedule has been slightly off lately. I've narrowed the cause down to either eating breakfast more often or the heat and humidity (which forces me to drink more water). Whichever the case, several times this week, I've need to take care of my business during business hours. Unfortunately, I've never really been the type of person who liked doing my business in public bathrooms.
Today was one of those urgent business days. While I was sitting on the thinking chair pondering my situation, someone else decided to occupy one of the other two thinking booths that were available. Conscientiously, he left a buffer thinking booth in-between us. And while there's the obvious benefit of the extra distance that any lingering aroma would need to travel from one thinking booth to the other, there's actually a second, possibly more important benefit which might not be as obvious. The extra buffer protects the anonymity of the thinkers.
Let me explain. When I was in college, I lived on a co-ed floor in the dorms. This meant we also shared the same co-ed bathroom. Now in general, this wasn't a problem. Floor to ceiling shower stalls meant there wasn't any issue with that situation. However, the thinking chairs weren't enclosed by floor to ceiling walls. This meant that, on occassion, you would be in the process of tending to your duties when a girl would come by to occupy the stall next to yours. Now, sounds and smells aside, I think the worst part was that the wall doesn't quite stretch low enough to prevent you from recognizing whose flip-flops those were in the stall next-door.
That being said, I'd like to thank whoever the person was who came into the business area today for the consideration of leaving the buffer stall.
Christmas in June?
Originally uploaded by crazypete04. Just loading up some old pictures and I figured with the dog days of summer still ahead of us, anything to remind me of cooler weather is a welcome thought.
New Project
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commencement speech, a movie, and three strikes - sometimes something comes around to open your eyes or kick your ass a different direction. Fortunately, this week I've had three (counting the strikes as one, of course).
An Evening in Central Park
Originally uploaded by crazypete04. After days of wishful thinking, the heat finally broke and tonight felt almost like a nice summer day in San Francisco. I ventured out to Central Park for the annual Met in the Parks series which brings the Metropolitan Opera to various parks around New York City.
Turns out that most of the people that go (and there were A LOT of people) weren't really there to watch Saint-Saens' "Samson et Delila". Instead, it's more like a huge picnic that just happens to have some of the world's premier opera performers providing the dinner music. Then again, good music, good food, good weather, and good company - can't really complain. A few days like this sprinkled through the other eighty-something days of brutal heat and humidity almost makes New York summers bearable.
HOT!
Day number who-knows-what of hot and humid New York summer weather. I can't say that I've missed the feeling of sweating before getting to the subway station on the way to work in the mornings. Nor do I miss accidentally brushing up against someone else's sticky arms in crowded shops. And is it bad that I've thought about giving up my seat on the subway to the guy who seems to have run out of deodorant just so he doesn't have to keep his arm up to hold the bar? I've definitely need to get out of the city at some point this summer. Canada's got to be cooler, right? Maybe it's time for that East Coast road trip I've been meaning to take while out here.
On the subject of hot, the good thing about having my own broadband connection at home is that I can post blogs while sitting shirtless in my sweltering apartment with my belly full of barbecue hanging out waiting for the air conditioner to do its thing. Hot.