Capitalist Pirates..?

I went outside the rink side of the building today and what did I see? I yacht moored on the very sidewalk I usually go to eat my soup and listen to my Ian Bjornstad playlist! Well well.. are we really surprised? Afterall, people in New York are not supposed to be shocked at anything. Its just so unreal to me the amount of money spent to make the sidewalk.. the SIDEWALK look like a dock for this racing boat. Complete with Giant screen playing a loop of the crew describing their victories of some sort.. I didn't take the time to listen (shame on me) and a glass house showcasing their silver cup. They had even built pools on either side with at least 3 feet of water in them. People tripping over eachother to get a good shot of the boat with their daughter/son/wife/bff/nanny posed like a sailor.
I am constantly amazed at the contractors of Rockefeller Plaza. Overnight they can perform magic feats of wonder. It wasn't long ago that I walked out expecting to find benches on which to enjoy my lunch and instead I was met by "Art Rock!!" this mobile installation show of contemporary artists. It was at least more interesting that the present shit. Did I say shit, I meant ship of course. I am being a little unfair, if you are a fan of this kind of boating adventure having the very boat out there in the center of Rockefeller Plaza must be pretty amazing. Sort of the way I might feel if I walked outside to get some fresh air and found that a Red Headed Viking Pirate had taken up residence in my favorite corner of the causeway. That would be pretty interesting to me. I would want to take lots of pictures of him and sit in wonder at his arrival in this strange land. And much like my reaction to the present ornament.. my fellow New York working folk would pass by my precious Viking with indifferent glances. To each his(or her) own.

I am stuck on a triple repeat today/ tonight. The New Pornographers: Twin Cinema - "These Are The Fables", "Sing Me Spanish Techno", and "Falling Through Your Clothes". I may sleep with my iPod on tonight.

Have you ever felt like having the perfect song playing on repeat made up for all the unspoken words of your day? Listening to that choice on the way into your day made you feel all your conversations had already been figured out and talked out and needed nothing additional. Then on the way home its the comfort of reminding you that knew exactly what to say and said it before you needed too.