Things Unraveling

Is there any image that so perfectly illustrates chaos and the complete loss of control as someone whose umbrella has flipped inside out and is desperately attempting to position themselves in such a way as to have the catastrophic winds blow it back into place? I saw it happen to a woman the other night in Manhattan. I've never seen someone look so distraught and defeated. It was right outside Penn Station, and I got the feeling that this umbrella represented something far more significant in her life than protection from the elements. She couldn't get it to flip back into its intended convex position. I had to look away.

On Regret...

In fourth grade, we had a classroom based spelling bee in order to determine who would advance to the highly esteemed school-wide spelling bee. I wanted in, but I spelled 'lightning' wrong. I forgot the first 'n' and spelled 'lighting'. You gotta be fuckin kidding me.

Heads Up, Son.

It's safe to say I'm a germaphobic - at least in the sense that I'm utterly terrified at the prospect of being sneezed on by a stranger. Not a few times have I found myself forcefully exhaling in an effort to avoid ingesting the airborne terror emitted from the nostrils and mouths of the unknown. Working in New York City, this is hardly a rare occurrence - my ducking for cover as the liquid based expulsions of the sick careen carelessly above my head. It's something you have to deal with. Like maintaining a minimum distance from suspect looking, shirtless individuals in the summertime. Don't get me wrong; I love taking my shirt off. But not in midtown Manhattan. Time and place, baby. Be appropriate.