And today there was a duck hanging out in the fountain.  Perhaps her male counterpart?

I was a little concerned; he kept drinking the water.  Yikes.  I presume it’s not reclaimed, because that typically requires a posted notice, but it has to have plenty of chlorine.

I wish I could do that.  Not drink chlorine, but rather float on top of the water and move around by lazily paddling my legs.  Hopefully he’ll be there tomorrow.  I’ll try to remember to bring my camera.

I don’t have any funny animal stories today even though I did spend some time outside today.  I sat by this fountain:

The photo was taken during our snowpocalypse last year.  The fountain was incomparably beautiful today.

A young boy and his father were playing in it.  The kid was really adorable.  There are times when I feel like I don’t like kids, but that’s not entirely accurate.  As with adults, I prefer one-on-one interaction with children.  In small numbers, kids are great, and frequently so adorable, but in large numbers?  Bedlam.  Get me outta there.

Also, despite what our culture seems to believe, children are individuals.  They have their own personalities and idiosyncrasies.  I know, who would’ve guessed it?  Some children, even most, are great to be around; some simply are not, much like adults.  I’m very suspicious of adults who claim to love children as a group.  Are they delusional?  Do they even recognize children as human or do they just see them as talking pets?  I guess the latter explains why so many adults talk down to children and patronize them as a matter of course.

My Myers-Briggs personality profile.

Introverted intuitives, INFJs enjoy a greater clarity of perception of inner, unconscious processes than all but their INTJ cousins. Just as SP types commune with the object and “live in the here and now” of the physical world, INFJs readily grasp the hidden psychological stimuli behind the more observable dynamics of behavior and affect. Their amazing ability to deduce the inner workings of the mind, will and emotions of others gives INFJs their reputation as prophets and seers. Unlike the confining, routinizing nature of introverted sensing, introverted intuition frees this type to act insightfully and spontaneously as unique solutions arise on an event by event basis.

I was recently thinking about the various actors I spotted those four years I lived in New York.  Just off the top of my head:

Chris Noth, aka Mr. Big, aka Mike Logan.  I saw him everywhere.  I think he must have lived in the same neighborhood.

Marilu Henner

Dan Akroyd

Liev Schreiber

Jon Stewart

Phoebe Cates

Oliver Platt.  He apparently had a habit of hanging around the NYU campus.

Lauren Vélez

Kelli Williams

Tony Roberts

Christy Turlington

Matthew Broderick.  I know he lived in the neighborhood.

John Malkovich

Christy Turlington

A little rant I posted on Craig’s List back in the day.

The Pimp on 23rd and Madison - w4m

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Date: 2005-05-15, 2:38AM PDT

Me: Minding my own business waiting for the bus and listening to my ipod.
You: Walking by me saying something to me.

Sorry, I missed what you said at first. I guess you didn’t notice the ear buds. You passed by, turned around, said something again and pointed at your crotch. I rolled my eyes and looked away.

I guess you were annoyed at my dismissal of your crude behavior, so you walked up and yelled in my face, “I’M A PIMP.” “Good for you,” I replied. You crossed the street and pointed at your crotch a few more times.

I wasn’t sure at the time, but were you subtly suggesting to me that I should be your ho? I’m sorry to admit that I dismissed your claims of being a pimp. Frankly, you’re such a little twerp that, even if you were a pimp, I’m sure any one of your hos would be able to kick your ass. However, now that I’ve thought it over, I do think you have potential. Your obvious misogyny makes you a prime candidate for a position as a pimp, although I still don’t want to be your ho.

What I’m proposing is that I serve as your pimp advisor. I can help you beef up. I’ll even chip in for some platform shoes so, at the very least, you’ll be a little taller than me. I’ll also watch your back until you reach the age of majority. How old are you anyway, 15, 16?

If you’re interested, please drop me a line.

P.S. Hopefully, your baggy pants were to blame, but your crotch looked a little flat. Might I suggest, if you make it a habit to attract attention to your crotch, you stick some socks down your pants? Just a thought.