I've recently begun some form of employment in the Upper East Side and have to say I really appreciate the blooming pear trees as well as the tulips which are finally showing some color all up and down Park Avenue. When you are contending with mostly concrete- or stone-gray, a little color and brightness really goes a long way.So on this glorious spring afternoon on my walk back to work, having shot this white-haired-tree-and-blue-sky-combo, I was looking up more than at my feet. In this city, this could prove a fatal move what with the uneven sidewalks, oblivious speed-walkers, ladies with carts or small dogs in jackets on leashes, cabs, cyclists, etc., etc., but had I not risked my life, I would have never noticed this dangling above eye-level. I must say that whenever I see something this out of the ordinary, my gut reaction is always to jump to the conclusion that it is an art piece. Once someone had left a box full of candy in the hall in front of the the gallery I worked at in SF; it sat there all day tempting me every time I passed it to steal a free Crunch bar or Snickers, but I never did because I was convinced it was under surveillance for some dumb art project and I refused to be a sap.
But really, what alternative to 'art project' is there when you see a bone security-locked to a parking sign hanging like some weird morbid phallus on East 78th and Madison? It certainly didn't get up there by accident.
Some things, as awful as they are, need sharing. One time on Ashika's recommendation I watched a movie called The Piano Teacher and felt so ill and mentally disturbed that I literally needed to watch hours of Seinfeld or something in order to cleanse my brain and be able to function normally again. John introduced me to a subculture he stumbled upon yesterday whose youtube videos have a similar effect on me as this movie. For your own emotional safety, this "YOU smell it" comes in two parts.
Part one is to watch this stealth ninja cat video many times in a row. It is cute enough to almost barf, but seriously it will help with part two.
Part two: proceed with caution. These videos are not violent, lewd, pornographic or inappropriate in anyway, but they might as well be. They are creepy as hell. The more I've seen, the creepier they get and now it almost makes me want to vomit.
When that vomitous feeling comes, just watch the cat video again and try to forget the creepy shoe guy, though it may have already scarred you, also, for life. Why, why, why? I recently wanted to see that horror movie "A Haunting in Connecticut" but no longer have the need. I can just watch this guy's movies back to back, follow the threads to related videos and be literally unable to sleep soundly for weeks straight.
So on this glorious spring afternoon on my walk back to work, having shot this white-haired-tree-and-blue-sky-combo, I was looking up more than at my feet. In this city, this could prove a fatal move what with the uneven sidewalks, oblivious speed-walkers, ladies with carts or small dogs in jackets on leashes, cabs, cyclists, etc., etc., but had I not risked my life, I would have never noticed this dangling above eye-level. 
I must say that whenever I see something this out of the ordinary, my gut reaction is always to jump to the conclusion that it is an art piece. Once someone had left a box full of candy in the hall in front of the the gallery I worked at in SF; it sat there all day tempting me every time I passed it to steal a free Crunch bar or Snickers, but I never did because I was convinced it was under surveillance for some dumb art project and I refused to be a sap.