what better way to begin a new month, than by giving up some space for old skool greg. he sent me these emails at two separate times, and they're very...something.
they're the sort of 'something' that makes you take a moment and ponder the threads of daily life. what i took away, was a collective "guh-hujeemuuhh?" (meaning alarm and normalcy translated into a sound effect)
so enjoy what my boy's got to say, you may find yourself swaying to the beat of his drum(s)...um, if drums or swaying are your "thing."
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greg man
Sept 20
so i saw her last night. i was walking home from work...my ususal short route up 6th avenue from 18th to 25th street. at 21st street i noticed her about half a block away. she looked exactly as i would imagine she would. she had on a pink/peach long coat.
her hair was pulled back. she was walking with a short haired but bearded man, who i'm pretty sure was her husband, the well known artist, and he was pushing a stroller with a tiny toddler sitting comfortably. i counted the seconds. maybe 2 or 3 before i was so disctracted thinking if i should say something...something...but i didn't.
i watched as they passed and i could do nothing but smile...smile because i didn't know she even roamed the streets of my area...my area of new york city. (it's a big city mind you) i have heard of sightings before...maybe one or two who mentioned that they saw her walking down the street one day. but this time, i was that person to see her.
i was that person who could have told her how much she meant to me in mylife...my little little life. but one that was bettered by her role on this planet. what could have i said? "uh...i love you. i love you. i love you." "i just wanted to say how much i respect you and your work."
or maybe a simple: "hello, good evening, how are you this fine evening..." but i didn't. maybe i didn't need to say anything. the last thing i would want to do is "harass" them, or make them uncomfortable...i wanted them both to be able to take their kid for a walk and be able to mind their own business.
i know i didn't need to say anything, because there was nothing i could say that would have even come close to what i would ever want to say to her...or maybe him for that matter. so. last night i saw her, but only a brief moment of my life i walked within 2 feet of bjork.
bjork and mathew barney and their little child. and all i could do was smile
-greg-
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greg photog-nerd
(c) baystar_one...2347 and greg by self
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Halloween
hey
i called the alameda county voter registration and they said they never actually got my forms for my absentee ballot... which is just stupid. i can't believe of all things i've ever mailed that this one thing got lost in the mail. i know that the world in general would like to see kerry win. honestly i don't think kerry is a solution to the problems of america, but he certainly is a step in the right dirrection.
that said, i very much hope he wins...
today is surprisingly warm in new york, so i decided to go out for a detour on my way to work. almost when i got to the corner of 23rd and 9th i see a woman who is crossing the street get hit by a cab. i actually don't see the impact, but i hear the hit and turn to see her in midflight to the ground...i ran up to see, she was bleeding from the head and lying face down in the street.
the cab driver and someone else are there just before me and it seemed they were trying to turn her over, but another bystander in the area immediately yells: don't move her. i repeated the call. 2 minutes later the cops arrived, followed shortly by a firetruck, then an ambulence.
they took her away, i know she was injured, but i think she should at least live, if not be ok...she was breathing/conscious...she didn't fly thru the air, but was maybe knocked back 15 or 20 feet...but now that i think of it, maybe it might have been more like 30.
i waited till they put her in the ambulence. after that all i could notice was the small pool of blood (where she had laid on the ground) that had started to flow down the street...it wasn't much...but it was certainly there. then a fireman came by with a water sprayer and hosed it down. i watched it as the blood and water reached the drain and then i decided it was time to leave.
most of the crowd had dispersed by then. so i finally get to work and i'm thinking...damn...what a way to fuck up someone's (the lady's) morning on an otherwise nice october day.
-greg-
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