I am home.
Yesterday morning I got up very early to go for a run before my ride to the airport.
It seemed that at 4 in the morning on Sunday, people were just coming home from the Saturday night bars.
I ran past a fistfight in the middle of 8th Avenue.
It was actually a small-scale war, I think, because there were at least eight guys involved in the fighting, and each of them had flanks of supporters shouting encouraging slogans from the sidewalks.
That is what friends are for, I think.
When the police drove onto the scene, their lights made the whole area look like a disco from hell.
Then everyone started running.
Did I mention I was running, too?
Because everyone started running in my direction.
The cops did not run so fast.
Further on, down in Chelsea, I ran past an old storefront where, for a nominal fee, one could purchase a psychic reading.
The building had caught fire and burned a couple nights before.
While I was in New York, I met several people for the first time with whom I had had many written correspondences.
I was fascinated by the expectations I'd developed concerning voice.
Do people, in general, communicate with sound the way they communicate with writing? I tried to see if the expectations I'd developed about how my friends would say things - as opposed to writing them - would be accurate.
Anyway, I found myself thinking about that idea for some time.
It was an interesting trip.
13 comments:
Does my voice sound high in my comments?
I'm convinced there is something within you, perhaps nested, that is to weird and abnormal occurrences, as a black hole is to light.
And I totally hear you about people's voices. I remember when I first heard your voice on MPR, and I was very surprised by how kind you sounded. I think I had pictured a raving madman up until that point.
Um.
No?
I assume that's to Jon, since I didn't ask any questions. His voice doesn't sound high to me either, should it?
Matthew, Yes. I also don't think Jonathon's voice sounds high.
Not to join the bandwagon: Jon, I also would not expect your voice to be high upon meeting you simply based off your comments.
Matthew, your (potential) voice is difficult to conjure, because all your profile pics are Yoda.
Andrew's writerly voice carries far more sarcasm than his real voice. But I like both (without that sounding TOTALLY creepy...).
Change it to this, see if that helps, I could.
I'm wondering what a female voice would sound like based on comments, with the help of a tiny pic where the color blue dominates.
Hmmm...I also can't help wondering what the questioning would be like if they tried to nab you as a suspect in the fight?
"How did this all start?" asks good cop.
"I wouldn't know. I wasn't in it!"
Bad cop puffs up, "Then explain why you were running?"
Unfortunate suspect blows exasperate sigh. "I was running because I was running, you know, exercising. Know what that is right?"
Good cop and bad cop glare at suspect before starting the questions again.
I burst out laughing at the image of your running down 8th Ave, the fighters running after you, followed by the cops. Sounds like a Charlie Chaplin scene, best-case scenario. Worst-case, the scene would've been written by Paul Schrader.
Love the photo of 9th Ave. Let's hear it for Poseidon Bakery.
Nice, Matt. Nice.
I love all you people. I learn so much here.
Silly me is curious if you would have stopped for a reading if the psyhic was still there?
I do have a high voice.
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