Things I learned this week:
1) If you’re a Michael Jackson subway performer, best to skip the morning commute. People are just not in the mood for that kind of party at 8:15 am.
2) With the understanding that men are undoubtedly the worst offenders in this department, inappropriate/noxious rubbing of body parts on the subway can go both ways (as in, “seriously, lady, please remove your boobs from my back and your hand from my crack — there’s more than enough room for both of us to stand here without touching.” I wish I were making this up.)
3) I don’t need to carry a wallet in my pocket when all I need is some cash and a subway card.
4) Sometimes hosing down the path can enhance the effect of the light in the after-work garden.
5) Some people will send out an e-mail with very detailed instructions that you will carefully follow, but then tell you something very different because they crave any opportunity to exert power, even if it’s meaningless. You must not dwell on such things however, because it will drive you insane.
6) After being skeptical for two episodes, I really enjoyed the new season of Arrested Development: dense, manic, intricate, it gave me faith that the marriage of conceptual art and mainstream entertainment is still viable.
6) It was a beautiful spring, but it couldn’t last forever.