If there's such a thing as being too buff...um...this is it.

Apropos of nothing...I had déjà vu (did I get the accents right?) moment at the gym today.

I was on one of those stepper machines.

Not sure what they're really called.

You know, the ones where you pump your legs up & down

& also move your arms back & forward like you're cross country skiing.

It's not a ski machine...yeah, ok...I know...who cares.

I was slogging away with my iPod precariously perched in the little cup holder thing on the machine...

One wrong move of my flailing right arm & blammo the iPod goes flying across the room.

I got my hand tangled in the cord & nearly ripped my eardrum out in the process.

I got off the machine with a look of idiocy on my face.

Um...damn...where did it go? No iPod anywhere.

The guy in back of my on the treadmill motioned to my right & I still couldn't find it.

"No, your other right", he said (what? I was flustered & looking left).

There it was under the machine next to me...under, yeah, like I'd see that.

So, I thanked the eagle eyed guy & collected my things & got out of there.

Happy Friday.

Have a nice weekend.

I would wish you a group hug from the guys pictured above

But I'm afraid they might crush you.

Labels: Currently

I walked by the Municipal Building in lower Manhattan last Friday.

Ever walk by something a million times & never know the amazing story that goes with it?

I'd always wondered what statue was up there.

I finally looked it up & came away with a interesting story.



The statue of Civic Fame on top of the Municipal Building was installed in 1913 & is a gilded figure designed by Adolph Weinman. Standing barefoot on a sphere, she wears a flowing dress & a crown of laurels to signify glory.

Audrey Munson(1891-1996) was an American model & actress, she was the model or inspiration for more than 15 statues in New York City including this one.



The model for "Civic Fame", Audrey Munson, had an even harder & more intense life. At the turn of the century she was a supermodel for sculptors and painters. In some sense that yielded a much more permanent record of her than most of today's supermodels will enjoy as there are literally dozens of important sculptures of her in New York City & around the world bearing her likeness. When the movies came about, she became an actress & entered history books as the first known woman to star in a movie fully naked.

Here's
the Wikipedia article (if you want to know more...like geekhead me).
This woman had the most unusual & tragic life. From the height of fame...through a court case involving a doctor who killed his wife to be with her...to entering a mental asylum at the age of 39 where she died at the age of 104.

Labels: Art, Beauty, NYC, Photos

They claim it's a jump rope.

But judging by the ad...I'm not so sure.

Seems she likes it so much she needs two.

Labels: WTF

I was fooling around at a red light

& pulled this site up on my phone.

I starting laughing so hard...I don't know...

I just thought it was screwy looking on my phone.

Labels: Photos, Silliness

I've been away for so long...sorry...weird that it took watching Bear Grylis give himself an enema on the Discovery Channel to bring me back to blog world.

To put it mildly, this guy is insane...don't watch this...you might puke.

Why did I post it then? Shock value? To shock myself into posting again?

No idea...but here it is.

Labels: Shock Value, Videos

So, here's what happened.

Got up this morning...got dressed...all the normal stuff...

Blah, blah, blah...

Drive to the train...so far...so good...

Park in the parking garage.

Stick my arm (ok, my entire body) out of the car window

to get my parking receipt.

As the gate goes up & lets me in I discover I have no wallet.

Um...no $$$, no credit cards & no Metrocard for the train.

What?! I tell Alamar (the parking garage guy) my dilemma.

He smiles (& I see inside his head to the place he has reserved for retards & children) & raises the gate so I can leave & not pay for the 5 minutes of parking I accrued in his garage.

Crap, I call my boss & tell him the (boneheaded) deal.

He laughs with me...no...at me.

I have no id card to get into the 7 steps of hell (fancy security) if I even got as far as work anyway.

I have no identity (am I really here?).

Do I laugh or cry as I drive back home hoping I don't get stopped on the way without a license?!

Yeah, pretty much both at the same time.

Labels: Nothing, Train Stories

Macy's knows how to do up Christmas.



The Christmas windows glowed as people passed by.

See that store on the right?

Conway's...I'd never ventured in until the other day.

Gotta say...if you're looking for the filthiest store in Midtown...this is it.

& I don't mean that in a good way either.

Labels: NYC, Photos