This new 4-day schedule includes both weekend days, when subways are a mess and I have to improvise every trip. Today worked out well enough but knowing that the 5 train has the option to not go past Grand Central downtown is an eye-opener. And since I embark before the weekend rush hour there are other limitations on the 4 train as well, ending as it does at City Hall. I scrounged a connection from the N to the R which goes straight to my favorite Cortlandt St station, and felt like a hero in my own time.
She sent me a beautiful photo of her bare ass and kicked-up feet in the bathtub. I tried to reciprocate but ran out of time and will try again later. I am usually in the bathtub when I see her photos so it seems appropriate to reciprocate in kind. Her photos are artisitc and look professionally done. Mine are not either of those things. The professionalism is a reason not to trust this person. I don’t see a real future between us despite our very clever and funny conversations, which are not professional or canned at all.
Head feels funny and I don’t think I slept too well. I woke up feeling OK but I don’t know what caught up to me. I discsovered a lot of unused content for my LinkNYC Radio, which for now comprises mostly audio recorded through the tinny, insufficient mic of the LinkNYC kiosks on the streets. I actually got some passably decent quality recordings of street musicians. I have no memory or where those recordings occurred but they are there.
In fact I recorded countless hours of audio captures from LinkNYC machines but much of it was lost. In some I captured full and clear conversations between people who happened to be at the kiosks and within range. It was a little weird but hey, when in public you have no expectation of privacy, right? I don’t know. I would never do anything too weird or revealing of anyone’s identity.
I also find that I could use the audio I produced for the LinkNYC Softee prank, which included a lot more stuff than just the Softee thing. Sometimes I forget how moved I was by some of the audio I cranked out of those things.
This is really my second day of the fully-scheduled 4-day work week. I worked one day on Monday but now I am in the middle of working 4 days straight for the first time in 3 years. We’ll see how this pans out, whoever “we” is.
Just discovered that this desk has a pile of papers and magazines that date back to 2019, and a printed notice that this desk was unusable for the week of 4/4/2018. When I started here there was a Readers Digest in the break room that was from 2011. Why was it there? I don’t know. It is gone now.
I suspect one of my pear stems was confiscated but I’m not sure I actually placed one at the location in question. It’s about as remote a corner as you can find in this place. I only found it last week. It may be that it is one of the rare windows that is allowed to be opened. If that is true the window may have been opened and this let the pear stem(s) leap to freedom.
If anyone actually found that obscurely located pear stem it begs the question why they’ve been so slack about finding the others. They’ve been in place for months now, some of them. In the past they were taken away almost immediately. I don’t know who would have been paying such vigilant attention to this obscure matter only to give up the mission of keeping this place pear-stem-free.
I have no stems today. I may steal one or two from the supermarket downstairs. I had a pear, as I usually do, but the grocery store workers circumcised it of its stem. Sometimes they do that en masse, evoking a tantalizing image (to me) of a vat of pear stems waiting to be placed in clandestine and hiding-in-plain-sight locations across this great land. I have stems on the microwave at home, I don’t know why I failed to slip even one into my shirt pocket today.
I have been eating too much candy.