The McDonald’s “Filet O’ Fish” commercial is hilarious. And cheap to make. Perhaps the marketing gurus who came up with it got a hefty fee. It’s just two fish sandwiches sitting there in boxes, lettuce behind one and tomatoes behind the other. And two voices, one pronouncing what he is, a Filet o’ Fish and the other saying “Filet a fish” … and that’s all it is.
Other worthwhile things: the 15 Geekiest Vacations.
I talk to my parents too little.
From Madison Ave. and Madison Square Garden to Madison.
I made a mistake — the 12th, not the 13th, is/was my return date … I’m glad I figured that out before I missed my flight.
It looks as if Shakespeare in the Park is off — there is no Tuesday performance … Jyotii mis-read and didn’t research things (there was a Monday performance, for example). That’s okay … we’ll find something else to do. I’ll find something else to do.
Last night was stay-at-home-alone night (Jyoti had her Suicide Prevention Walk, which actually walked by us, near the cathedral, a half-block away; along the way she made a new friend, from Long Island); tonight was movie night, and the movie was called Schopenhauer. It’s a recent, short (65 minutes), Italian film of the artsy variety … something I liked.
This is my 3rd Saturday in the “Big Apple.”
I heard from Jyoti today, who heard from her Korean friend who lives across the street and went with us to the ballet last night, that as said Korean friend was entering her building she observed a small Chinese woman being mugged. Or rather, the aftermath. She didn’t know it was a mugging at the time, but evidently two African-American males assaulted her, got stuff from her and walked off down the street. Several other people evidently witnessed it as well.
Jyoti was a bit disturbed by this; this is considered a safe enough neighborhood, and she’s never had any such difficulties.
Quote of the day: “You like to cook? Are there other men like you?”
That quote came from the Japanese friend of Jyoti’s Korean friend when we were sitting at Cafe Mozart in Manhattan, around 70th and Broadway. I had a tasty chocolate-raspberry-cheesecake concoction and an okay iced coffee; the others had even chocolatier cake constructions. The place is expensive, but worth a visit.
At halftime in the first game of the NBA finals the Spurs are up 5 over Cleveland.
Today was … the MOMA.
Another day, another prime number.
When I was a math undergrad prime numbers were among my favorite recreational math interests, perhaps due to all the prime-related work we did under Shahriari … number theory, combinatorics, you name it. The distribution of primes, their role in algebra (group and field theory in particular) … but now that I’m humanities-only they are less than a hobby.
And my knowledge of and interest in is looked down upon, one might say, by my other humanities peers. Since I should focus on my non-prime dissertation this is not without merit.
Ten days already? Impressive. And about a week to go; I fly home next Wednesday.
Today was the American Museum of Natural History, an institution I know primarily from Preston and Child’s Relic … a mediocre book (at best) and a trashy movie (re-set to Chicago; the Field Museum more or less) but fun.
Jyoti and I left here and walked south along Broadway until 86th, and then east toward the park, and then south again. It was warm but not unreasonable, and I didn’t start sweating until we got on 86th. There was a slight breeze.
