Move It, Football-Head

I seriously think that I started preparing for this New York trip when I was just a child, through many hours of watching Hey Arnold on Nickelodeon.  First of all, I think Arnold's neighborhood was modeled after apartments on the upper West Side.  Didn't take me long to settle in.

Like Arnold, most everybody I have met does not disclose their last name.  Good lesson, Arnold.

Another lesson:  don't get on the wrong train, because it will take you to a place that you think is hell.  Get on the right train.

Lesson #3:  Diversity.  Just look at their heads.

Lesson #4:

don't be a creep/watch out for creeps.

Lesson #5:  When a heat wave hits NY there is very little you can do to escape its wrath.  Makes me wanna go back to December, this heat has been ridiculous.  Although, much better the past few days.

I'm sure others will come.  If I meet Monkeyman in the next two weeks I will likely faint.  And then he will save me from my unconscious state.  For those of you who have never seen Hey Arnold, I apologize... but its like a pity apology, because you'd be much better off in general having seen this show.

Yesterday at work I got sent on an errand to Grand Central Station (check) to pick up a package, and I ended up walking by the Chrysler building (check), which was super neat.  Grand Central is the only place I've visited in NY so far where I've seen multiple cases of really angry people.  It does sort of make sense; Grand Central is the heart of Manhattan in many ways, and very congested.  I think I was just witnessing little heart attacks, murmurs, or palpitations in the city's rhythm.  But it's good to know the whole city isn't like that.  Manhattan is much more diverse in lifestyle than I had given it credit for.  Like a centaur, with an oversized heart.

I've been getting to know the city mostly through little errand runs like the Grand Central one, and I probably already know my way around New York better than most business travelers, and maybe dogs.  Maybe not dogs.

It always fascinated me how you can be on one block that is bustling with shops and people, and the next street over the only thing there is a shy little art gallery, and the rest of the block is a gallery of urban decay, more real than anything you'd find elsewhere.  The good thing is, I haven't run into many of these streets.

I saw a guy the other day wearing a sign on his body, advertising "eyebrows".  Just eyebrows.  Allow your imagination to ponder that one.  I'm still investigating.

One thing that I've figured out is that in Manhattan everyone delivers.  If there's a store, there's a bike, and there's a dude who will ride that bike and bring you your filet mignon or Chilean fish tacos in a little plastic container.  This concept, I am still trying to get a grasp on.  I'm afraid to call anyone who's not pizza.

Pigeons are bullies.  There, I said it.  But I couldn't just sit back any longer... When the old woman dumps the rest of her seed on the ground, why do you have do push all the little finches out of the way?  Why you gotta be so mean?

Today I went back to that apartment and got to hang with Alex and Alex again.  It was alright, and I went and got lunch in SoHo but I had to be Swift and get back to his apartment.  Despite today's babysitting, this weekend there might be a cool shoot I get to go on.  But we will see.

Oh Tom Petty's daughter was in the office yesterday.  That was pretty cool.
Goodnight.