overheard snippets of conversations from a sunday


we were walking through central park near the boat house.
a man around 55 with white hair--
"if you took the lyrical out of poetry; if you took the texture out of silk; if you took the composition out of painting, all you'd have left is a barbie asking you if you'd like another beer."

we were at GO on st. mark's place. sitting next to us was a table of hip 'intellectual' nerdy boys from minnesota.
they discussed, at length, the different states of food.
soggy, crunchy, wilted, moldy and frozen were all examined at great length. they decided frozen isn't really a food state since if you defrost something it goes back to its normal state.
nerdy boy with striped sweater and very dirty glasses--
"well what about nahchos, take nahchos for example; it's like all the food states at the same time. there's crunchy and soggy and hot and cold and every layer reveals a new mystery."