last night, 24 city at ifc. a good idea.
today: spinach and leftover movie candy for lunch, and it was awesome and a good idea until i felt really nauseous and sparkly-headed. taking to the streets to walk out the dizzy, i remembered that in the summer new york can often times smells like it has just come home from football practice after wearing it's new football uniform consisting of 10,000 mackerel woven together in an elegant fish-suit, and someone has puked in the suit, and wrapped it up in a box, and then waited until christmas to give you the fishsuit-puke box, and that is what it can smell like on the street.
but things got better with the walk, and remembering my primary medical provider's advice, i sought out the nearest chicken salad-bagel, because if anything is going to soak up the naus, it is this concoction. i ate the bagel in a bench on 8th avenue and watched the people-parade.
it was while seated on this bench that i came up with the best marketing plan yet, and that is to pay cute young people to sit on benches outside of small food stores and eat their wares and make people yearn for the food they are eating. in the course of my one bagel 3 people eyed my sandwich, thought it through, and then went inside to get one too. and one gentleman wearing an eye-patch that i suspect was not for medical purposes proposed marriage.
advertising is not always cost-effective, certainly not in mass-markets; whereas if you paid people 10 dollars and a bagel sandwich to sit on a bench for 2 hours, you might see a really serious return. murray bagels, this means you, im ready to professionally eat your sandwiches, ok?
