Littering

I notice teenagers around my office constantly throwing food and garbage on the street without a second thought. Sometimes it seems like they are proving themselves grown-up, like when they smoke. Although it bothers, less so then when I see an adult behave in the same manner. I was in Barbados and saw, from a distance, a man with his girlfriend---visitors, not native--- waiting for a taxi. He pulled out a pack of cigarettes and proceed to throw the cellophane on the floor than the foil inside the pack, followed by the match. Neither one could careless about polluting this beautifully clean island. What gives?

The "Present" is becoming a thing of the past.

Is there any difference between eating at our desks, if we end up in a restaurant or park and stare at our smart phone's emails, instead of the live scene in front of us?

Fire at Houston and Avenue A

Link to the image I took while riding my bike in the hood:

http://www.thelodownny.com/leslog/2010/07/more-on-the-fire-at-240-east-houston.html

Texting

Texting is manic, writing is joy. Pick up a pen and rest your thoughts and doodles in your journal.

Metal expressing itself.

Rust is undying love.

Cliches

Cliches are only "cliches" when we lose our ability to accept simplicity as having
true meaning. Farmers have a great work ethic and outlook on life and some may view
their ways as naive, but I see them as firm footing for moving forward in life.

Turn signals

Is it laziness or poor driving that prevents a vast majority of drivers from using their turn signals? In case anyone is curious it is for the particular benefit of people behind you (don't assume you see everyone) who plan their defensive driving moves way in advance---like bikers! (Motorcyclists and bicyclist.) Think of someone else and be safe. It could be you---or your brother, sister, mother, father, daughter, son---one day who will be thankful, that you or someone else used them.

Why don't politicians wear overcoats?

I passed Rudy Giuliani yesterday walking with another man near Radio City Music Hall; it was around 35 degrees and neither had an overcoat or raincoat. It particularly struck me, because on the train ride uptown I saw a tall gentleman, in typical politician garb; pinstripe suit, white shirt, striped tie and no overcoat--while everyone else was bundled up---holding court with some people.
Is it a Power look, one of approachability, sign of a waiting car near by or just a coincidence?

Who gets the arm rest in a plane or theater?

Is everyone supposed to lean to the right or left, and entitled to the use of one armrest? First come first serve? So, if you go to the restroom do you forfeit the arm rest? Was there ever a time when any thought was given to this?

Progress, is my Perfection!

"Perfect"

Perfect or Great?

I am so conflicted by the word "Perfect." I observe my own actions, as well as, how others use and react to this
word that has an aurora so large and at the same time so limiting. I hear of artist and people in all professions
who demand from their work, the utmost and still haven't satisfied that unfilled or unfulfillable; move, chord, stroke, chisel, weld, letter or stamp to meet the fantasy outline in their head.

The robotic precision of the late Michael Jackson's Moon Walk had captured the essence of perfection, in his every move.
To repeat it and emulate it though seems counter intuitive to my view as artistic expression. Michael had isolated perfection---
drawing attention to its fragmented nature--- by breaking the moves of his strut down and deconstructing them (by no means, simple) then
by putting them back together had demonstrated and entertained how ludicrous a perfect human might look. Was he perfect, or was he
incredibly human in his observations, knowing what people wanted, needed or yearned for in order to be wowed or woken up in effort for
them to pursue their own dreams and desires.

One of the greatest showman of our time was far from perfect, but that isn't meant to take anything away from him, only to
compassionately add that humanity is sometimes complicated, painful and confusing. Some may say that "going out" at the
top of your "game" is worth it, since some candles aren't meant to burn that long. I prefer to find balance in all aspects of my life now and to
work at a pace and goal where I feel I can find gratitude as I pursue the acceptance of putting forth a great effort in whatever I do. No longer
do I want to be sabotaged by my-self or others in a critical state of debilitating perfection seeking. (Theirs or mine.)

An Indian proverb put it all in perspective for me: The day you have a perfect day, is the day you die.