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Wednesday May 09, 2001, 03:26

The three of them sat and ate their lunch (Chinese take-out in old-school little white cardboard containers instead of those plastic dishes that so many restaurants use these days), the large dog sat under the chair and the little one darted between the table and the closest tree. Behind them, a large crane was dredging up sludge from the bottom of the Hudson River.

I am always struck by the number of people who always just seem to be out and about in this city. No matter what time of day or night, be it in the middle of the afternoon where tradition would dictate that everyone be indoors attending meetings or otherwise being productive, or the middle of the night, where everyone should be asleep so that they can be all rested up for aforementioned meetings, there are always people around, ready to spit in the eye of whatever sort of schedule might be imposed by the remainder of society. (Indeed, as a test, a quick glance out of my window shows us three individuals wandering down the street and ducking in to grab a slice of pizza.)

It was a little before noon and we were skating up the esplanade that stretches from the bottom tip of Manhattan all the way to 59th Street. Pictures. And sure enough, we were not the only people on the path. Which is not too surprising in a city of eight million people, and yet, I still love the fact that anywhere I go, for the most part, I know that there will be someone else out there, walking down the street, heading home, heading to work, or just wandering around with no particular purpose.

The city is full of those too.

Hrm.

I appear to be done.

A list:

And those are the things that have been essentially filling my mind lately. Which is why I can't for example, talk about how, walking down the street this evening, on my way to get my falafel dinner as I have yet to purchase any food for my cupboard, I noted that everything smelled like girls. There was just a girly smell in the air, be it a light perfume or just the smell of girl skin on a cool spring evening.

I was, however, in no position to mention this to anyone or to discover, first hand, exactly what that smell was. But fortunately it was fairly chilly tonight, which meant that the tank tops were nowhere in sight. Once the mercury creeps up a couple more notches, the clothing becomes scarser and scarser and I get. Well. I turn into a guy. I raging stupid guy who can only think of one thing.

Well. Actually. Two things.

Sex. And computers.

I'm a sick, sick person.

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