Times Square, Red Stairs

New York. Springtime. The Fleet's in, note all the cute sailor boys all over town. And fresh new features.
Times Square has erected a 27-step program of glowing ruby stairs over the TKTS Discount ticket booth on 47th Street. And the traffic has been rerouted to the chagrin of taxi drivers. A true people-platz now, enabling one to safely gaze transfixed at the surrounding electrified canyons. Hazards have been transferred from automobiles to cameraphone wielding tourists.

Always Selling Something

So New Yawk, selling stuff. Dig these "Greek Warriors" on Segways on Columbus Circle. It seems that we should know about a new yogurt, so some marketing people come up with the chariots/costumes idea. The warriors were actually handing out cups of yogurt samples and spoons, but the heat and confusion seemed to turn people off. I mean, New York is an "eat while you walk" kind of town but the yogurt seemed to have few takers, mostly gawkers. Those helmets and chest pieces were constructed of plastic. Like the kind you get dixie cups in.

That's Funny!

It's fun zipping around the East Coast, refreshingly jangling, disfunctional, silly, weird, overwhelming, underserving....an unrelenting assault on the senses. The heat brings out the essenses of trash piles, rotting food trash stings the olfactory system. Especially in the hyper-hip Meat Packing District (did the gays come up with that?) of Manhattan. Sitting crook to hook are the chic design doers and the slab o'meat systems. Already trampled by the lookeyloos, yet still no signs of abatement on the construction horizon. Shitty/chic sharing stares. Sleek black fleets idle outside galleries, shops, on streets still cobbled, threatening to hobble the brave colts in vertiginous designer shoes.