Went to see Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind. Malu didn't want to go: "It's been out too long." I loved it. It was one of those movies that make everything look different when you leave the theater.
Just outside the theater, a man rides by on a bike — one of those low rider bikes. He's a grown man and seems pretty normal by appearance, except he's got a monstrous boom box strapped to the front of his bike. Usually I think of this as a Puerto Rican thing — strapping the boom box to the front of the bike and "sharing" the music with everyone, but with this man it just seems improbable.
I ride off on my own bike.
I can hear the not-too-distant sound of a helicopter. It seems it could be almost overhead, just over the rim of the concrete canyon I'm going through. I look up. Nothing. The sonic reflections could make it either behind of in front of me. Very confusing.
I can see one hovering over a building in midtown — maybe the Empire State. But the one I'm hearing seems it must be closer. This hovering helicopter thing always seems slightly ominous in NY. I crane my neck this way and that as I ride but never see the one that sounds near.
Another boom box biker passes by.
A Jane Austen readin', sensible-shoe wearin' woman on a regular bike, but again with a (smaller) boom box strapped to the rear. I can't hear what the music is.
