the art of the matter
a series of observations and finds, highlighting the everyday ironies and artfulness of life, which we tend to overlook in the frenzy of our daily goings-on. and of course, a record of my abounding creative endeavors, in spite of my priorities.

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January 27, 2011
Leaving 30 Rock this morning for some fresh air and a cup of coffee I found myself the target of a flying lump of snow (snowball? Is it a snowball if it isn’t manmade?) Confused, as there weren’t any trees nearby and I was far enough from the building to blame the wind, I looked up to see if there was anyone on the roof of 30 Rock; there wasn’t. I did a 360 and the only person in the plaza was… Brian Williams. But he was behind me, and I don’t think that he threw it. I did a double take because it was Brian Williams. Then I accepted that the snow came out of nowhere. It was weird. Later on in my walk, I took this picture of a snow-covered Seuss-esque tree on 50th street. The end.

Leaving 30 Rock this morning for some fresh air and a cup of coffee I found myself the target of a flying lump of snow (snowball? Is it a snowball if it isn’t manmade?) Confused, as there weren’t any trees nearby and I was far enough from the building to blame the wind, I looked up to see if there was anyone on the roof of 30 Rock; there wasn’t. I did a 360 and the only person in the plaza was… Brian Williams. But he was behind me, and I don’t think that he threw it. I did a double take because it was Brian Williams. Then I accepted that the snow came out of nowhere. It was weird.

Later on in my walk, I took this picture of a snow-covered Seuss-esque tree on 50th street. The end.

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