£ah, this keyboard is starting to fuck up. bummer. i was thinking of getting a tablet and using this keyboard on that (for the bigger screen). maybe not. maybe time for a new keyboard. this one is a crazy hack that i sometimes can hardly believe when it works at all.
i went back to the triborough today, looking one last time for the alleged LifeNet chat line hotline telephone. i have no vested interest in using the phone, of course, but i just think that the signs telling suicidal folk that there is a help line 150 feet ahead is kind of a cruel hoax when there appears to be no such phone. i suspect that the phone is on the lower roadway, under the pedestrian walkway which doubles as an illegal bike path. signs abound declaring that use of cameras is prohibited on the bridge, but that does not seem to have stopped the Google StreetView surveillance juggernaut from gobbling up imagery of the bridge.
i got caught in the rain on the bridge today. it was a liight shower. i found a corner into which i huddled, a corner at the base of the eastern mast, those masts which in my mind resemble my mother’s shoulders. i saw an old picture of her, from before i was born, and the resemblence between her shoulders and the triborough bridge was unmistakable to me.
so if the shoulders are at the top of the triborough’s masts then i found myself today hiding from the rain in her hand, since i was at the bottom of that headless, anthropomorphosized (sp?) structure.
i investigated as thoroughly as i could, not expecting to find a LifeNet phon, because there is no way a phone could have been up there all this time without me noticing it already. that’s no reflection on anything except that i am a phone guy, and i notice such things, especially in unusual places.
i guess the phone is on the lower level, then? i do not know… it’s lucky i need no help…
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i had another exposed moment today, involving the keychain camera that i use to record people’s faces on the subways annd buses. i do tis solely to study people’s faces, in unpretentious moments. so i was doing this again today on the subway, recording someone anonymously and secretively, feeling all James Bond, when a friend sitting right across from the object of surveillance saw me and walked over and said “Hi, Mark!” i guess i am just too popular in this neighborhood for to scamp around like a secret agent.