day 2 of NO MYSPACE!

So, day by day, I am proud to say that I have been taking a myspace hiatus and I encourage everyone to join me. Slops and I (she started one day before me) are going strong. We are each others support. You know what, she's right, if someone isn't willing to talk to you on the phone but willing to talk to you over the internet, something is wrong. If you have the time to type answers then you have the time to pick up the phone and dial 7 digits (or you don't even have to do that anymore because people are just programmed in the phones) and say hi and have a normal conversation.

Also things get lost in translation via the internet. You know what, I am not boycotting the internet by any means but just taking a step back because in all honesty, everyone's life is consumed by it and it's kind of disgusting.

What I really came to talk about was how I love living where I do, yes, Bushwick.

scenario one:
yesterday I was riding the train home after class there was a woman quickly crocheting (can't spell that one for the life of me) and a woman next to her playing the harmonica. They were not together but I slowly began to notice a beat with the woman and her harmonica and the woman's rapid hand movements. The harmonica player was not asking for money or anything along those lines, she was just setting a mood that was a good raw jazzy feel on the train. It was a feeling of satisfaction as I sat next to her when the woman that was crocheting got off at Myrtle. There was no where that I would have rather been right there. It reminded me of Detroit after prom of my senior year Kyle and I went to Greektown and we were changing in the car and through the cracked window we could hear a saxophone and see a man standing under a streetlight just doing his thing as if you would see it in a movie. He also was not asking for money, just wanted to play for the people.

scenario two:
The homeless woman that lives on my block, she well, kind of is stinky. I gave her half of my turkey sandwich and a banana one day, she was very greatful. She's not an uneducated woman as I have seen her reading books, writing (which the whole day I was gone it appeared that she had been writing), and I've seen her marking things off of the United States map. She also has a whole bunch of things she's collected that sits right next to the stairs to go up to the train. My roommate often says that MTA should give her a job to clean up the subway because she is always cleaning up her stuff anyways. I like to think that she's happy as she is. I've never wondered why she was homeless because she never seemed TRULY affected by it, it's just something that happens and she has a warm place to go (the MTA station or Dunkin Donuts which is open until 4am) and people take care of her and care about her. I can honestly say that I look for her when I get off of the train to see where she is at. She seems nice enough and happy where she is.



I think that there are more reasons on why I love living where I do, but I really won't get into them now because I have to go do homework and pass out. Ugh.