MFing+1

Been chillin' out in the Boston sun today and was thinking: the bunny-eared peace sign is just the middle finger + 1.

I don't have much time for random musings though. I lined up a new job on Nantucket this summer and I am still recuperating from taxtime. There's also something in my eye and I've had the hiccups for days, but I can't complain.

Boston is going to be hard to leave behind, but I'm sure it will still be here when I return. NYC is easy to miss as well. It helps being surrounded by concrete still. It's a smoother kind of sidewalk, easier on the feet, and a different kind of grey (cleaner?). But they are sidewalks, streets, and lampposts all the same. Sure it's harder to get a taxi here, but who cares? Not me.

I remember in Time Sq a kind of concrete that sparked in sunlight. Not direct sunlight of course, it has to fliter through the big apple's atmosphere first. Beautiful but distracting. It's the kind of sparkle that could give one a seizure. I always got the feeling while I was passing by the sparkling concrete, seeing the neon numbers of the square, stopping to watch the news on the tv's above the subway entrances, that one day all of us will be hanging out shoes on the wall and walking to work on daytime television.

Gasoline Street

So I am chillin' in Boston these days. Gotta hop hop hop around. Good times and NEW MUSIC.

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Back Away and Back Again

I am in Syracuse visiting my parents and youngest brother. They are all on winter break at the moment and (bow howdy) we haven't seen a winter like this in a spell. I can't remember the last time I was able to completely submerge myself in the snow.

I was having fun the other day too -- making face prints in the snow -- when my mom saw.

The letters 'OMG!' appeared on her face and in the snow flakes in her hair. Then she smiled and told me I hadn't changed.

"???" I replied -- and she explained.

I don't remember this but apparently, when I was 5, I slinked away from a Tiger Cub meeting (a precursor to boy scouts) to play the exact same game. Only that time I was 5 and almost gave myself frostbite. Which, as a 5 year old, I thought was both scary and hilarious at the same time. Scary cause I hadn't realized before then that frost could bite, or had any teeth. Hilarious cause all that time I had been biting the snow.

A Place In Time