and: i hope you like this poem (it took a lot of reading to find this one tonight)
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What We Want
What we want is never simple. We move among the things we thought we wanted: a face, a room, an open book and these things bear our names-- now they want us. But what we want appears in dreams, wearing disguises. We fall past, holding out our arms and in the morning our arms ache. We don't remember the dream, but the dream remembers us. It is there all day as an animal is there under the table, as the stars are there even in full sun.
if you were in the vicinity of union square at a little past noon today, i bet you saw a little commotion on the northwest corner and had 2 thoughts: uh-oh, what did starbucks do now?
and where am i gonna go for my afternoon-tall-nonfat-chai?
i should have been in a rush to get back to the office, but had my camera with me and couldn't resist lingering for a few minutes to see what kind of "protest" photos could get.
turns out it was less demonstration, more celebration by the manhattanstarbucks union-- starbucks workers received either a paid day-off or time-and-a-half for mlk day, for the first time ever. overall, the company's commitment to paying its baristas for the holiday amounted to roughly $1.2 million dollars. (hence, the many happy horns...)
i tuned in to the local morning news for the hour or so it took for me to have coffee and mentally brace myself for a walk to work in the -2 windchill. blizzard coverage is really no more informative than accuweather or mta sites, is it? and it's gets stale pretty quick what with the studio anchors "sending it out," again and again, to the same poor reporters stalking the same corner for "stranded stories" and "intrepid tourist tales." not sure why we need hours and hours of that kind of coverage but for a little while, i liked the soundtrack of it, essentially unchanged from the "old days" when we had to rely on AM radio and TV to find out about school closings. i daydreamed for some scrolling text that would say all small businesses in manhattan are closed...take off those ridiculous winter boots. but i didn't really mind having to go into work. i figured it would be a light day. and it would at least get me out of the house to snap a few photos.
not too much action on park avenue. but here's what i saw:
park ave
outside the morgan library and museum
i appreciate wanting to protect your feet (cold, wet toes equals no fun) but this plastic bag technique virtually ensures that this guy's gonna bite it. hard. and then he's cold and wet, bottom down...
not many grown-ups would look so cute in that hat.