Merry Christmas.



Peace.



Love.



Compassion.



Happiness.



Sweetness.



Grace.



Happy hanukkah.



Peace (it bears repeating).

Labels: Holidays, NYC, Photos, Simplicity

Want to know WHY I fell off the treadmill?

You might have done the same thing, you know.

Would you laugh?

I would.

First of all…

I used to think that

cardio cinema was the coolest idea.

They play a movie & you workout while watching in the dark.

So, I watched Big yesterday on the treadmill.

When I tried to do the right thing & clean off the machine when I was done

Here’s the part where I hit the switch on the right

Thinking it was the off switch

But it turned out to be the (stay)on switch

Getting off was no problem

When I tried to get back on & clean off the machine

The problem was that the damn thing was still moving

I went down like a rock

My left elbow skidded nicely along the moving treadmill

& I landed on the gym floor with a splat.

It was only then that I was thinking that the darkness might be a good thing after all.

Labels: Ouch

Corinna (see sidebar) posted this song a bit ago & it's been in my head since.

Labels: Advice I Should Follow, Music

I went to a book/DVD signing today.

Philippe Petit always amazed me (see below)

I mean, I got the chills just looking out the windows of the observatory on the 110th floor of the World Trade Center when I went up there as a kid & I was inside.

This man spent 45 minutes walking on a wire between the 2 towers.

How could I not want to meet him, touch his hand, ask him about fear.

(he gave me a very poetic heartfelt answer that I may share with you another time)



Wednesday, August 7, 1974...at the World Trade Center at 7:15 a.m. to be precise...the city was busy going to work when a man appeared to be walking on air, 1,350 feet above the world, between the two towers of the World Trade Center, whose construction was almost about done by then. It was the famous French daredevil Philippe Petit. He, too, had eluded police with three accomplices for three days, posing as construction workers and shuttling up all the equipment they needed to the top of one of the towers. The evening before the stunt they fired a crossbow from the North Tower to eventually build a 131-foot-long cable between the two towers. The next morning Petit spent forty-five minutes walking back and forth, kneeling, hanging by his feet and playing other games while thousands of people stopped in their tracks and a traffic jam developed below. Construction workers cheered. Office workers cheered. Even the police cheered. Petit himself said he was laughing with joy, up there in the breeze. “I was dying of happiness,” he said. Then he turned himself over to police. His explanation, in his heavily accented French? “If I see three oranges, I have to juggle. And if I see two towers, I have to walk.”





After waiting in line to meet him & have him sign my book & DVD...



He was just as gracious as I thought he'd be.

Labels: Beauty, NYC, Photos

OK...so I'd sort of been laying low here for a few days...

but I saw my friend again on the train.

& I just had to camera phone him in.

Today seemed to be a red inspired day.

I made sure I was on his train & if I'd have had more time I'd have followed him to see where the hell he possibly goes in the city.

I turned my iPod off to hear his loud conversation with his friend:

(Oddly enough, he did most of the listening)

Pimp looking guy: They're coming down on O.J. today

Pimp's loud friend: Shit, he shoulda known he wasn't in L.A. anymore.

Pimp looking guy: They finally got him for those 2 murders?

Pimp's loud friend: I can not comp-pre-HEND.

Labels: Cell Phone Photo, Colors, Photos, Silliness