Ice, Ice, Baby!!!

I was walking home the other day when I saw a Mother walking (actually, it looked more like dragging) her daughter down the street. The Mother looked as if she was in a rush and not in the best of moods. The current cycle of unbearable weather seemed to be an influence. The little girl stopped and briefly stared in wonderment. “Mommy, look at the ice. It’s so shiny.” The Mother quickly and forcefully tightened her grip and pulled, growling “You’re really starting to piss me off.” It’s obviously this current state of deep freeze has caused our tempers to be a bit frail. A few seconds later I stopped to take these pictures. My gosh, the ice really is so shiny.

Fuck the Snow!!!

Kids play in it. Dogs piss in it. The city shuts down in it. I’m sick of it. Here’s some pictures.

Planet Hoth "Find Skywalker and bring him to me."
"Suck it up kid. It's a cold world. Might as well eat a big Eskimo Pie right now."
"Just raise your leg and concentrate. The yellow comes later."
"He was never the same once his head hit the bench."
"Laugh now." "You get to shovel the whole park when your done."
"No matter the temperature. It still sucks to be homeless."

"Game cancelled due to the upcoming Apocalypse."
"Yes honey. God still hates you."

Back to the City I Love.

After eight days in Florida I was itching to get back to the city I love. While I was down there I had a conversation with my Mom’s neighbor who had grown up in a small city near Cincinnati and had never been to New York. He told me he had heard from “Reliable Sources” that New Yorkers were rude and arrogant and that he had no interest in ever going there. It seemed small minded to me but I wasn’t bothered. I thought “Sure, with the amount of people you’re going to have assholes, arrogance and all the rest.” But it’s a small percentage. Just like any square mile of your average town is going to have it’s small percentage of child molesters, wife beaters, serial killers and racists. On the first day of 2011 we headed into the city. There was a Baseball Game played in the snow, a walk through the Village, SOHO and Chinatown were we feasted at Vegetarian House on Mott Street. I don’t know if I want to live in this area all my life (as I have) but I will always love it and hold it dear to my heart. No matter where I go.