Today, on the uptown 6, I got into an intelligent and heated conversation about the all-too-talked about (already) Spitzer scandal. My peers in this conversation? Well, me of course, 20 something grad student. 50 something year old white working stiff, donning a gray trench and black leather briefcase. And teen aged dude, bling in his ears, girlfriend on his arm.

It all started because the high school kid was talking way too loudly on the train (which, by the way, is generally the case on any subway I've ever been on. Children under the age of 18 who aren't practically screaming at all times, don't actually exist). He was reading working stiff's newspaper over his shoulder and asking him obnoxious questions, maybe to get a rise out of him, who really knows. Anyway, he says, "Whatever, can't blame the guy. He cheated on his wife. Big deal."


The debate ensued. I will not go into details as this widely publicized debate will be an awful reincarnation of the Clinton debacle, but I will say this. Goddamned if I don't love New York City.

We're a diverse group with tons of different opinions, and thank god we ALL are willing to voice them.


That is all.

On this rainy night in New York City, I'd like to talk about an experience I had tonight with a delivery driver.

Let me just ask a question.


Let's say you work for a restaurant. And they give you the wrong address for which to deliver food. So you get to this wrong address, you buzz, the person answers and says they didn't order food. What would you do?

Call the restaurant? Excuse yourself and go back to work? No, you would give them the food anyway. Apparently that is accepted practice.

Anyway, after two hours, I finally got the food I ordered, free, and ice cold. Meh, it's fine. I'll get over it.

What I won't get over is the fact that I've been literally incapabale of choosing an appropriate jacket lately. Since I moved to New York, I've learned never to wear TOO heavy of a jacket when leaving the house. There IS a science behind this. If you wear a jacket that is too heavy, you get way too hot while walking. But if you take said jacket off, there is the danger that you will be too cold.

My problem is, I usually always go for the lightest jacket possible. And then I'm running the six blocks home from the subway. I'll have to work on this.

I'd also like to use this forum to publicly speak out against the homeless man on Waverly and Broadway outside the deli. You know, the guy with the witty signs like, "Need money for NYU tuition," or "Voldemort broke my wand. Need money for a new one." Sure some people go for the whole "homeless guy making jokes on his signs so I better give him money" type thing. But personally, I don't go for the whole "homeless guy who calls me a tightwad cunt." So fuck that guy. Also, there is always some hipster sitting on his milkcrate with him. What could they possibly be talking about? I don't understand. He is MEAN.


Okay that's all tonight.