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Sep. 4th, 2015 08:39 pm1. People bewilder me.
2. Today wasn't bad, nice breeze in the air, overcast, and around 81. The clouds just hung there, gray and white. Made things a bit cooler. And weirdly less humid than its been the last few days. It was a nice break from the 90 degree weather we've been having. I wanted it to rain. It threatened then changed its mind. I want it to rain this weekend. We need rain. It would be refreshing. But alas, it is not going to rain. It's going to be sunny and in the upper 70s and low 80s.
Had a nice walk around Rufus King Park in Jamaica, Queens today at lunch. Not that many crazy people interactions. I'm not exaggerating, they are actually mentally insane and heavily medicated. The fifth floor of the building that I work in is "transitional services" - which is basically for people who are transitioning from mental institutions, drug rehab, and prison to the wide world. Mainly poor people, who live in the projects near where we work. Just beneath transitional services is the Section 8 Housing Authority - basically where you go to get housing, when you get evicted from a rent stabilized apt and can't afford anything or your apt is uninhabitable. Work continues to give me perspective. No matter how lonely or depressed or frustrated I feel at times, all I have to do is look at these poor people and think but for the grace of god or the universe go I. I think it is important to be grateful for the abundance of things we have. I'm so lucky.
Yesterday I ran into a crazy person. She was wrapped in a blanket. Tiny. Looked to be of Carribean descent, although hard to tell. And wandering around talking to herself in English and another language. She called me little one - which is interesting considering she came up to my waist in height. I asked if she needed me to call someone for here - I was debating calling 311. But she said, no, that she'd just been released from the hospital - indicating her hospital wristband that was still around her wrist, and the surgical scar along her scalp, where she'd had an operation. I was instantly furious at the hospital that released her to wander aimlessly around the streets with nothing but a blanket and a medical bracelet. Almost called someone - but she'd wandered off. She wasn't there today. Today it was an older guy yammering about something or other, I just shrugged and walked on. One of my coworkers had a crazy person spit in his eye, which was unnerving.
Each Wed, they give food away in Rufus King Park, and there's a line that stretches half away around, with various families and people, clearly poor, and from the surrounding projects. They all appear to be of Carribean descent, and many don't speak English.
Like I said, the area in which I work gives me perspective. It's weird -- I journey between various classes each day, from middle class to upper middle class to wealthy to working class to poor and back again.
Race is a factor. For some reason race and class go hand in hand, or so I've become aware. People of color in NYC have far less than white people do.
3. Quiet weekend planned. But then it's been, overall, a quiet, lazy, hazy summer. I hope for a busier fall...I rather like fall. Fall and Spring are my favorite seasons.
4. Finished watching Bloodlines which was gripping, but I didn't like the ending. I think it would have been better if they had ended it with the protagonist telling his story to the people around the table, gathered to determine if he should run for Sheriff in the next election. But they kept going...and of course we had to have a set up for the next season. I think it should have been a one-season deal, with only those 13 episodes. It worked quite nicely as telenovella. I don't think it works as a television series. Had a similar reaction to Damages.
Noir works best in short form, you don't want to drag it out too long.
I tried Mr. Robot and I'm afraid the appeal is sort of lost on me. Couldn't make it past the third episode, I kept wandering off to do something else. (shrugs). Just didn't find the lead character compelling. Which of course is what it's all about for me.
I'm thinking of trying either Shameless, Rectify, or Sense8 next. I decided to delete Orphan Black from my DVR along with Wolf Hall and Mr. Robot, because really who was I kidding, I wasn't going to watch them. I couldn't get into them without my attention wandering.
2. Today wasn't bad, nice breeze in the air, overcast, and around 81. The clouds just hung there, gray and white. Made things a bit cooler. And weirdly less humid than its been the last few days. It was a nice break from the 90 degree weather we've been having. I wanted it to rain. It threatened then changed its mind. I want it to rain this weekend. We need rain. It would be refreshing. But alas, it is not going to rain. It's going to be sunny and in the upper 70s and low 80s.
Had a nice walk around Rufus King Park in Jamaica, Queens today at lunch. Not that many crazy people interactions. I'm not exaggerating, they are actually mentally insane and heavily medicated. The fifth floor of the building that I work in is "transitional services" - which is basically for people who are transitioning from mental institutions, drug rehab, and prison to the wide world. Mainly poor people, who live in the projects near where we work. Just beneath transitional services is the Section 8 Housing Authority - basically where you go to get housing, when you get evicted from a rent stabilized apt and can't afford anything or your apt is uninhabitable. Work continues to give me perspective. No matter how lonely or depressed or frustrated I feel at times, all I have to do is look at these poor people and think but for the grace of god or the universe go I. I think it is important to be grateful for the abundance of things we have. I'm so lucky.
Yesterday I ran into a crazy person. She was wrapped in a blanket. Tiny. Looked to be of Carribean descent, although hard to tell. And wandering around talking to herself in English and another language. She called me little one - which is interesting considering she came up to my waist in height. I asked if she needed me to call someone for here - I was debating calling 311. But she said, no, that she'd just been released from the hospital - indicating her hospital wristband that was still around her wrist, and the surgical scar along her scalp, where she'd had an operation. I was instantly furious at the hospital that released her to wander aimlessly around the streets with nothing but a blanket and a medical bracelet. Almost called someone - but she'd wandered off. She wasn't there today. Today it was an older guy yammering about something or other, I just shrugged and walked on. One of my coworkers had a crazy person spit in his eye, which was unnerving.
Each Wed, they give food away in Rufus King Park, and there's a line that stretches half away around, with various families and people, clearly poor, and from the surrounding projects. They all appear to be of Carribean descent, and many don't speak English.
Like I said, the area in which I work gives me perspective. It's weird -- I journey between various classes each day, from middle class to upper middle class to wealthy to working class to poor and back again.
Race is a factor. For some reason race and class go hand in hand, or so I've become aware. People of color in NYC have far less than white people do.
3. Quiet weekend planned. But then it's been, overall, a quiet, lazy, hazy summer. I hope for a busier fall...I rather like fall. Fall and Spring are my favorite seasons.
4. Finished watching Bloodlines which was gripping, but I didn't like the ending. I think it would have been better if they had ended it with the protagonist telling his story to the people around the table, gathered to determine if he should run for Sheriff in the next election. But they kept going...and of course we had to have a set up for the next season. I think it should have been a one-season deal, with only those 13 episodes. It worked quite nicely as telenovella. I don't think it works as a television series. Had a similar reaction to Damages.
Noir works best in short form, you don't want to drag it out too long.
I tried Mr. Robot and I'm afraid the appeal is sort of lost on me. Couldn't make it past the third episode, I kept wandering off to do something else. (shrugs). Just didn't find the lead character compelling. Which of course is what it's all about for me.
I'm thinking of trying either Shameless, Rectify, or Sense8 next. I decided to delete Orphan Black from my DVR along with Wolf Hall and Mr. Robot, because really who was I kidding, I wasn't going to watch them. I couldn't get into them without my attention wandering.