i’m just really tired you guys. gonna sit down right here. #giants #superbowl
Donkey Humor
One day a fourth-grade teacher asked the children what their fathers did for a living.
All the typical answers came up -fireman, mechanic, businessman, salesman…and so forth.
However, little Justin was being uncharacteristically quiet, so when the teacher prodded him about his father, he replied, “My father’s an exotic dancer in a gay cabaret and takes off all his clothes to music
in front of other men and they put money in his underwear. Sometimes, if the offer is really good, he will go home with some guy and stay with him all night for money.”
The teacher, obviously shaken by this statement, hurriedly set the other children to work on some exercises and took little Justin aside to ask him,
“Is that really true about your father?”
“No,” the boy said, “He works for the Republican National Committee and is helping to get Romney elected, but it is just too embarrassing to say that in front of the other kids.”
there are moments that get the better of me
there are moments that get the better of me. like the image of new couples descending the escalator at union square cinema, hands unable to decide whether to touch or wait for proper social cues, such as an inadvertent kiss on a head or lean into a shoulder. like the image of a gaggle of girls, straddling the streets, spying into the windows of gorgeous stores with unaffordable merchandise, searching for the perfect bar that only existed in their minds two hours earlier and hoping for a chance to rest their presumptuously heeled feet. like the late night coffee shop scene, heads supposedly deep in books or glued to sticker-clad laptops, ultimately eyeing passers-by and debating the necessity for yet another espresso, until, inevitably, a body hovers and politely asks who is filling a noticeably empty seat. like the movement of people on a subway platform, antsy travelers pacing from one end to another, trying to avoid the overcrowded center cars and pleased with their “street smarts.” like the sound of frank sinatra emanating from a consumer-less consignment shop.
these may not be unique moments, but they are manhattan moments. not ones which make it famous, but ones which make it mine.
i’ve admittedly been looking for an excuse to make exodus. however, now that such an opportunity has arisen, i find that i am experiencing incredible nostalgia - weeks before the fact. obvious enough, and yet another example of life’s outstanding humor. laugh on. see you in a year, new york.
