There was an ad in the subway today for the latest exhibit at the Museum of Sex, entitled Hard Core: A Century and a Half of Obscene Imagery.
It’s not that difficult for me to imagine that such pictures exist, especially at this particular venue. But for the museum itself to use the word obscene to describe the art it displays seems like an argument against its own credibility.
Then again, you do have to pay to get in…
So I guess the marketing department knows what they are doing.
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Tagged advertising, art, commentary, entertainment, Ew York, hard core, Humor, life, Museum of Sex, subway, transportation
Oh boy — individual TVs on my flight to ATL!
And mine is so friendly — it has been welcoming me for almost 45 minutes.
Can you say busted?
Posted in Entertainment, Humor, Life, Television, Travel
Tagged airplane, Delta, entertainment, Humor, life, out of order, Television, Travel
And I really mean hay! I am in Kentucky.
Is that a gorgeous view or what?
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Tagged hay, Humor, Kentucky, life, photography, scenery, Travel, vacation
I saw these socks on the subway tonight.
They made me very happy.
I was reminded of the Wicked Witch of the East, childhood and all things denim and cozy — all at the same time.
The guy wearing them seemed happy, too.
Coincidence? I think not.
Posted in Design, Fashion, Humor, Life, Movies, Travel
Tagged cozy, denim, design, Fashion, Humor, life, Movies, socks, stripes, subway, Travel, Wicked Witch of the East
We have all heard stories about airplane passengers locked in ugly, public battles over their personal space.
But do we ever stop to honor fliers who suffer a rapid recliner, space stealing, bounce-in-their-chair adult female passenger for six hours and don’t snap?
We should. Cause I just sat behind her and didn’t pick a fight, even though she gave me every reason.
Did I mention she had two spawn in the row with her?
Constant turbulence. For six hours.
Look what finally came in tbe mail:
Now, where should I hang it….
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Tagged communication, diploma, education, graduate certificate, Humor, life, New York City, NYU, publishing