So.. I was on a subway last night when a quiet ,middle age man sitting next too me started yelling and beating the walls and bench of the car. He was swearing a blue streak and saying he Hated ‘Chango’.. that @#$%ing Chango…. this went on for a bout 10 minutes as everyone in the car got more and more uncomfortable. Then he started throughing food at a waman sitting a few seats down on the bench. It clearly wasn’t soemone he knew. She instanly yelled back.. in equally strong language that he should keep his food to himself. He started yelling at her to shu up, she yelled back louder that she didn’t have to.. and so it went.. As they escalated.. everyone in the car started sliding towards the door.. even though we were between staions.. Eventually she was yelling louder than he was.
He strated backing down.. and .. thanksgully… got off at the next stop.. everyone in the car seemed mad at the woamn for escalating the bizarre argument… it was surreal….
anyway.. all today I kept wonderign about what started this whole event.. Who is ‘Chango’ ? .. I know hes’ the Yoruba diety of fire and , lightening and drums… … is that who this guy meant ?
what did chango do to deserve such ire.. I gotta wonder..
did chango steal my mango (Vic R .. you out there ? )
anyway.. I hope all involved have found some peace in the new day
Greetings from a nameless hotel room somewhere.. i just finished eating a whole salad with my hands.. it’s the kind of thing you can do in a hotel room when you forget to pick up a fork.. .. and no one cares..
It was a beautiful. warm and sunny day today.. and I got to see my whole family. Max was heading back to NYC.. so we picked up gabe and all went out to eat by the lake. It w as a glorious day… and fun hanging out with my glorious kids and wife
thats all i needed to make my day complete !
nite all. nite sam (see the samstone on the table ? )
Great piece of irony here. trying to let it soak in . I’ve got two events coming up in the next couple of weeks all about the topic of “Play”. it’s a subject I think of often because I think playing is a huge part of our creative lives. Most of the good stuff I’ve done in my life has come from bringing more play into my life
The irony is… I’m working my tail off looking for ways to illustrate what I mean by play. I’ve spent this entire weekend working on some playful experiments.. and .. as is often the case.. I’m stressing out about it…
stressing about play.. how funny.. how typical..
here i am lasering out a stencil for a playful explosion.. I’ll share it when we film it
Avast! That’s starboard, today be international talk like a pirate day. I hope ye spent the day as I have shiverin’ yer’ timbers an’ yo-ho-hoin’ . I’m not sure exactly what caused it.. but writin’ software an’ talkin’ like a pirate are two inseparable traditin’s. I just did a bit o’ research an’ learned that ITLAPD be 19 years old.. what a fine traditin’.
Yarrr! There’s still time t’ honor it ! Start talkin’ like a pirate this minute !
