Helped a dancer from Martinique navigate the Atlantic-Pacific station after she asked me if Union Square was the same as Union Street (it's absolutely not). She was wearing facepaint, an elaborate crown, a coconut bra, and was covered in pheasant feathers. She'd gotten separated from her troupe during a stampede at the West Indian Day Parade.
The smoke alarm says, "Fire fire fire," in a calm lady voice, on top of the usual beeeeeep. Seems like overkill? I had never heard this before. For a second, I thought my roommate was making fun of the alarm.
Whenever I get bored on the internet, I compulsively think, "Hotmail, Salon, Livejournal, Members," because those were the 4 places to check for new content when I was bored on the early-2000's internet. "Members" referred to a local music scene messageboard (URL started with members.boardhost.com).
My ideal day these days: Wake up at 8. Poke around on internet & drink iced coffee. Go running. Poke around on internet while eating large arugula salad and drinking seltzer. Work on interesting research project (without concrete deadline) while random shows/movies are playing on tv....
Got tailed by neighborhood security for taking phone pics (from the sidewalk!) of some of the crazy mansions. Lol, dude, don't put crazy mansions in the middle of Brooklyn then. Sorry I'm reusing an IKEA bag and wearing sneakers with no socks.
Fun day walking around with one of my best college friends (on a 20-hour layover from EWR): Dog lake and biggest meadow in Prospect Park, chocolate chess pie at the library, Ai Weiwei and Swoon exhibitions at Brooklyn Museum of Art.