News Flash: Chickens are Stupid
This morning, I decided again to go to the Walnut/Locust subway stop rather than the Tasker/Morris one. It takes about 25 minutes to get there and is always an interesting walk and is a good way to get in some exercise, particularly if I know I won't be able to go to the gym later. Highlights of today:
*The chickens, pigeons, doves and a rooster in cages on Passyunk Avenue. I paused to look at them and they all stopped what they were doing to stare at me and make chicken noises. Then they resumed gobbling up the seed, unaware of their fate. I had a brief fantasy of liberating the pigeons/doves. Running up to the cage and tipping it open and scattering them. Some would invariably dash into the street and be run over. But why are they in cages in the first place? Where are they going? Into Chinese food? I'm serious--do people eat pigeons?
*A drugged out skinny man in a wife beater tee with badly done blue tattoos up and down his thin arms. It was not quite 8 a.m. and his eyes were half-mast. Did he fix in the park at sunrise? What would the rest of his day be like? Chasing the dragon, I guess.
*Two white stone lions outside of someone's house. I had to touch both of them on the heads. It reminded me of how, when I was little, I hated to go to the furniture store b/c it was so boring. I tried to keep myself occupied by going around and touching all of the ceramic animals in the store--giraffes, jaguars, greyhounds. I imagined that maybe at one time, they had been real, but were so bored by the furniture store that they turned to stone.
*A new (to me) coffee shop on 10th and Carpenter called InFusion. I didn't stop, but I made a note of it so that I can check it out this weekend. Same goes for the Headhouse Farmer's Market on Sunday at 2nd and Lombard. They have lots of locally grown fresh fruits and vegetables. I am pretty sure I will escape unencumbered by any veggies, but I may buy an apple or two with local worms in them.
*Listening to a new playlist folder I added to my ipod entitled "Sad." That's all of the slow sad stuff that I like; "Eleanor Rigby," "Goodbye Yellow Brick Road," Carly Simon's "That's the Way I Always Heard it Would Be," "Snowbird," "That's Just What You Are," that one Bright Eyes song, Elliot Smith's "Someone That I Used to Know," (except I can't sing it the way he does, because it's grammatically incorrect. I have to sing "someone WHO I used to know..." and I feel like I'm picking on poor, fragile [and dead] Elliot Smith), and a few others.
*The skinny gay guy who I see in the coffee shop. He's always wearing gigantic sunglasses, skin tight black jeans, and a fey shirt.
Below is a photo of my li'l bitty mini bathroom. Please note that you can touch everything at the same time. You can be in the shower and reach over to pull whatever you need right out of the medicine cabinet. The sink is the size of one you might see on a sailboat, barely enough for a duckling to bathe in. Still, I like the yellow walls and the checked floor.
*The chickens, pigeons, doves and a rooster in cages on Passyunk Avenue. I paused to look at them and they all stopped what they were doing to stare at me and make chicken noises. Then they resumed gobbling up the seed, unaware of their fate. I had a brief fantasy of liberating the pigeons/doves. Running up to the cage and tipping it open and scattering them. Some would invariably dash into the street and be run over. But why are they in cages in the first place? Where are they going? Into Chinese food? I'm serious--do people eat pigeons?
*A drugged out skinny man in a wife beater tee with badly done blue tattoos up and down his thin arms. It was not quite 8 a.m. and his eyes were half-mast. Did he fix in the park at sunrise? What would the rest of his day be like? Chasing the dragon, I guess.
*Two white stone lions outside of someone's house. I had to touch both of them on the heads. It reminded me of how, when I was little, I hated to go to the furniture store b/c it was so boring. I tried to keep myself occupied by going around and touching all of the ceramic animals in the store--giraffes, jaguars, greyhounds. I imagined that maybe at one time, they had been real, but were so bored by the furniture store that they turned to stone.
*A new (to me) coffee shop on 10th and Carpenter called InFusion. I didn't stop, but I made a note of it so that I can check it out this weekend. Same goes for the Headhouse Farmer's Market on Sunday at 2nd and Lombard. They have lots of locally grown fresh fruits and vegetables. I am pretty sure I will escape unencumbered by any veggies, but I may buy an apple or two with local worms in them.
*Listening to a new playlist folder I added to my ipod entitled "Sad." That's all of the slow sad stuff that I like; "Eleanor Rigby," "Goodbye Yellow Brick Road," Carly Simon's "That's the Way I Always Heard it Would Be," "Snowbird," "That's Just What You Are," that one Bright Eyes song, Elliot Smith's "Someone That I Used to Know," (except I can't sing it the way he does, because it's grammatically incorrect. I have to sing "someone WHO I used to know..." and I feel like I'm picking on poor, fragile [and dead] Elliot Smith), and a few others.
*The skinny gay guy who I see in the coffee shop. He's always wearing gigantic sunglasses, skin tight black jeans, and a fey shirt.
Below is a photo of my li'l bitty mini bathroom. Please note that you can touch everything at the same time. You can be in the shower and reach over to pull whatever you need right out of the medicine cabinet. The sink is the size of one you might see on a sailboat, barely enough for a duckling to bathe in. Still, I like the yellow walls and the checked floor.
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There are others...I'm an expert in this genre.