walking up the surprisingly steep (it doesn't look like it) hill that is the tiny alleyway/street next to our building on osgood place, i just noticed the same black gentleman that is always sleeping in the same doorway. he seems to have found a really cool place to hang his hat. at least the people aren't assholes and making him move.

anyway, i was expecting the wave of b.o. but i didn't get it. at least, not right away.

there was a delayed stench.

very odd.

before that, while walking back from this exhibit at 1 market on 9/11 (lifesize portraits of people that helped out at the scene or had a firefighting relative or other type of helper person, taken with this giant polaroid-like film - it was quite intense and well worth seeing) and thinking about all the shit that happened with that, i hear this guy totally wailing on his horn and i come up and see that the guy is a taxi driver . then i see this woman walking toward me (on sansome, i believe) coming out of a law firm hurriedly. she gets into her big suv, which is blocking the taxi driver in this alleyway and he's like "are you deaf? what the fuck took you so long? let's move along!" and she's all apologetic and shit...so he's still yelling and she moves the car by turning onto sansome and pulls into a spot.
meanwhile the taxi has pulled up alongside her and is continuing to deride her. i was like "jesus dude, chill the fuck out."
funny thing was he didn't even have a fare. he was by himself.
like chill the fuck out yo.

just made me think back to how humanity can be so loving and caring toward others and then be so damn callous, rude and mean.
why are we so mean to each other? what is wrong with us? just idealistic bullshit running through my mind when i should be doing my work.
but damn, this is important.
i also have an email i sent to mikey earlier today that i need to snag before i forget, talking about nakedness and stuff and humanity.
more idealistic fun.

oh and yesh, i still have to tell about me little run-in with indie boy.

but later.
more work work work
yo.
annum

love,
satanic deadweight