It’s a Sunday and it was nice and sunny. Nice and sunny enough for me to head into the city. I wandered around 14th Street after riding the Path train. Not too crowded, a pleasant ride. Read the New Yorker. I got off the train and first walked over to Entertainment Outlet to see if they had a copy of My Left Foot. Such a dismal dusty store. You have to wash your hands after going through the racks of DVD’s they are that dusty and grimy. Of course they didn’t have it. Had every movie Jackie Chan made but no Daniel Day Lewis.

So I headed east on 14th Street. Went into Payless shoes since they’re about the only shoe stores that carry Airwalks, my sneaker of choice. They had a decent selection but nothing that made me want to buy a fresh pair of kicks. I then wandered over to the Virgin mega store to see if they had My Left Foot, but no. Everything else was on sale, a lot for $10.00. I almost bought Boogie Nights, such a good movie, watched it a week or so ago. But couldn’t be motivated to purchase that either.

I stopped by Farfetched to see Harpy. That was fun for a short while but even Harpy didn’t have the zest for life, the joie de vivre that I had hoped for. I left Farfetched and walked over to Broadway where I looked for a new Eagle Creek bag, since the one I have is still functional, but looking a little beaten up. Not impressed at their selection but looking back I think I should have bought the bag that was on sale. Perhaps I’ll go back this week.

Came home empty handed after wanting to buy things. Once I got back to Hoboken I stopped in the T Mobile store for a hands free headset, only to find the girl behind the counter just sold the last one. The gods of commerce must have had a good chuckle. I was able to got to Ben and Jerry’s and bought a pint of Chocolate Therapy which they had in stock.

Now I’m home, hanging out after a ravioli dinner. Last night I watched Pride starring Terence Howard and Bernie Mac. Classic Cinderella story, underdog beating the odds. Cliché after cliché, but with handsome young black men in Speedos, which made it all worthwhile. I love Speedos. Diana Ross’ son Evan Ross was in the movie, playing a stuttering Speedo clad swimmer. Unless you like watching young men in Speedos, you might want to avoid this movie. I plan to catch it again though.

Before I headed into the city I watched a documentary called before the Music Dies, all about the state of the music business. A few famous musicians mentioned Bob Dylan and how he wouldn’t get a contract today if he was starting out, the same for Jimi Hendrix. An interviewer asked some girls outside an Ashlee Simpson concert if they had ever heard of Bob Dylan. They giggled and laughed and said no, but that Ashlee Simpson is a great singer.

I agreed with much of what was said in the documentary, including Erykah Badu with her crazy wig. They did touch on a point that the record companies had it easy of the past decade or so, most people buying catalogs of artists they had previously on vinyl or cassette. I know this for a fact since I’ve done it. And they’re doing it again with mp3’s, The Beatles being the big fish coming down the stream soon enough this year. Will I buy their catalog again? After owning vinyl, tape, and cd’s? That would depend on whether or not there would be something different or extras and also whether or not I have the cash to buy something I already had over and over and over again.

Here’s some pics. Joie de vivre! Have a good week.

Last night’s dinner

Sunlight reflected through green tumbler on a dirty floor

Valentine’s rack

Harpy makes a wish

Where I live