this is not a handrail

i fought my way through the crowds outside to find my way into another confusing sea of people trying to find their departing gate. i made my way to the central area where everyone stands with their heads tilted up as if they're waiting for the mothership to land. this is the natural pose if you're waiting for your platform to be announced. wait for the call & then race for pole position. too bad the daily passengers that take the acela everyday to commute already knew which platform the train leaves from. i guess it doesn't really matter what your position in the cue is, everyone has to wait for the train operator to pull out from the station.

on my return ride home from new york, i finished my book, 'better' by atul gawande . i've read both of his books & look forward to a 3rd. his humble perspective on the theories & practices of medicine fascinates me. one of his words of advice was to write, write anything. i guess i'm one step ahead of him on that, but only on that & not by much since i've only started writing this blog. his simple yet compassionate approach to writing is still something i need much practice with. so, i will continue to embarrass myself with misspellings, grammatical errors & god knows what else.

while in ny for work the cab driver flies past this building on the corner of 58th & 7th. i had to know more! just catching a glimpse of this mammoth made my trip worth it. i guess running through 4 GAP stores to check out the terribly dated lighting with a co-worker isn't quite what i'd consider a productive trip to NYC. at least i wasn't forced to eat at some terrible chain restaurant like the cheesecake factory this time. a girl's gotta have standards!

so...i'll keep on writing