06.02Because There Are No Other Pictures of Flat Iron
Walking to work this morning, darting from bit of shade to bit of shade because it’s already too damn hot to live outside, a touristy looking bus pulls up to the sidewalk ahead of me. A line of people file out of the bus, looking like the sort engineers who’s daughters I dated in Huntsville and the sort of people who married them. They all point their cameras at the sky line behind me, snap pictures, and then load back on to the bus. The bus drives off to the next landmark, or maybe a Jamba Juice, or maybe both.
This is what happens when you work between the Empire State Building and the Flat Iron Building. Apparently, this is also what Midwesterners call visiting New York.
Hopefully, the rain cooled things off some. I can’t stand a whole summer of this degree of heat.
June 4th, 2007 at 5:35 pm
This is much like being a student at MIT – day time hours at the main intersection on Mass Ave are filled with bus load after bus load of Asian tourists, snapping pictures of their tiny children in front of the stately columns. Bus after bus pulls up, they pile out and wander around for a few minutes, and then pile back on.
I bet I’m in the background of photographs in thousands of photo albums all across Asia.
July 1st, 2007 at 2:07 pm