Tuesday, August 30, 2005
These were the people I observed on my subway train today:
* A young woman applying mascara while looking at her reflection in the back of her iPod. Kudows for ingenuity.
* A man in a suit clutching his briefcase to his chest as if his newborn child was in it and quickly darting around the subway looking for a mythical attacker, indicating he must normally take a taxi to work.
* A woman grabbing the overhead bar while reading The Wall Street Journal and sheltering an iced Dunkin Donuts coffee between her flip flopped feet. Very impressive!
* An older woman with remnants of her breakfast still on her chin.
* A man reading an Arab newspaper and another man reading a Japanese paper, but looking at the comics.
* An unwell man steps on the train and SHOUTS nonsense about God while staring out the dark window, he yells, "God's a pretty God, yeah he's pretty. God is a princess. An angel." The man standing near him jumps, a teenage couple laughs, the boyfriend mimicking the "he's pretty" part but looking more like Bernie Mac than the screamer and the iPod woman puts up the volume on her mp3 player. Luckily the man got off at 28th street, the following stop. The train is eerily silent in his absence.
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Last night while coming home from the Cheesecake Factory (yum) for Yellow's birthday dinner, I met two men coming back from the U.S. Open. They asked me if I liked living in the city and if I felt safe etc (yes to both). When they heard that I work and am a student, they asked me if I was an actress. I think this is funny. They are not the first to assume that I'm a struggling actress trying to make it in the city. I'm not sure if I'm flattered that they think I can be an actress or annoyed that they are assuming that I'm not capable of a professional/corporate job and am going for my master's degree. I usually try to make it clear right away that I'm in Graduate school and not an undergrad, but people hear NYU and because I sometimes look younger, they just assume. Anyway, I digress, it was one of those fun quick subway meetings that happen in New York.
Afterwards I was walking to my apartment and contemplating eating my massive leftover sandwich tomorrow for lunch, when I spotted the group of homeless men in the little park near my place. They are often there drinking, laughing with each other and asking the passing cars and people for money. I sometimes give them my spare change, but they sort of leave me alone now that they know I'm not a tourist. Feeling guilty that I had a such a nice meal, I gave them my still warm leftovers.
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These were the people I observed on my subway train today:
* A young woman applying mascara while looking at her reflection in the back of her iPod. Kudows for ingenuity.
* A man in a suit clutching his briefcase to his chest as if his newborn child was in it and quickly darting around the subway looking for a mythical attacker, indicating he must normally take a taxi to work.
* A woman grabbing the overhead bar while reading The Wall Street Journal and sheltering an iced Dunkin Donuts coffee between her flip flopped feet. Very impressive!
* An older woman with remnants of her breakfast still on her chin.
* A man reading an Arab newspaper and another man reading a Japanese paper, but looking at the comics.
* An unwell man steps on the train and SHOUTS nonsense about God while staring out the dark window, he yells, "God's a pretty God, yeah he's pretty. God is a princess. An angel." The man standing near him jumps, a teenage couple laughs, the boyfriend mimicking the "he's pretty" part but looking more like Bernie Mac than the screamer and the iPod woman puts up the volume on her mp3 player. Luckily the man got off at 28th street, the following stop. The train is eerily silent in his absence.
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Last night while coming home from the Cheesecake Factory (yum) for Yellow's birthday dinner, I met two men coming back from the U.S. Open. They asked me if I liked living in the city and if I felt safe etc (yes to both). When they heard that I work and am a student, they asked me if I was an actress. I think this is funny. They are not the first to assume that I'm a struggling actress trying to make it in the city. I'm not sure if I'm flattered that they think I can be an actress or annoyed that they are assuming that I'm not capable of a professional/corporate job and am going for my master's degree. I usually try to make it clear right away that I'm in Graduate school and not an undergrad, but people hear NYU and because I sometimes look younger, they just assume. Anyway, I digress, it was one of those fun quick subway meetings that happen in New York.
Afterwards I was walking to my apartment and contemplating eating my massive leftover sandwich tomorrow for lunch, when I spotted the group of homeless men in the little park near my place. They are often there drinking, laughing with each other and asking the passing cars and people for money. I sometimes give them my spare change, but they sort of leave me alone now that they know I'm not a tourist. Feeling guilty that I had a such a nice meal, I gave them my still warm leftovers.
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I attended an advance screening of the IFC film The Baxter. I know, I used to go to previews more often, hopefully in the Fall there will be more opportunities. 
The Future of Cell Phone Viruses 
Growing up I was often complimented for my good posture, my mother never had to tell me to stop slouching or to sit up straight etc. Although she would often yell at me for sitting on my legs in weird twists and turns, I still do that too. I remember having a teacher or two comment, "that can't be comfortable" when I'd sit all twisted and pretzel like on the small hard wooden chair table things at school, lol. I think I do it to be taller though. 
Yes, I like Dolly Parton, even her films (9 to 5, Straight Talk, Steel Magnolias, Best Little Whore House in Texas). And a surprisingly few realize that she is the original writer and singer of "I Will Always Love You," later made famous by Whitney. Then she has hits like, "9 to 5," "Jolene," "Coat of Many Colors" (I loved hearing that song especially growing up, and would get angry that the kids made fun of her) "Islands in the Stream." OK I'm tapped out. Hopefully she'll sing her older hits like those, because I don't know any of her newer stuff. 
And while I was getting ready for work this morning 
Product Review: On an unrelated note, I had a $1 off coupon for Listerine Whitening mouth wash so I bought it. I like the blue mint one, and I thought this would be awesome cuz it could whiten too, but this stuff is horrible. It leaves an icky after taste. I have to rinse my mouth out with water afterward, otherwise if you swallow just some, it's very disgusting. It's like drinking peroxide. Hopefully it is at least whitening my teeth, but I'm not using it twice a day like it says to since it's so nasty. Beware!
