I love NY

I was in New York City for couple of days. It was good. I love the spirit of that town. Kinda harsh and not welcoming yet very appealing by its sophistication. I had a very long walk on my third day in there. I started walking from 42nd st. up to south side of Central Park and then walked in the park in random directions for 2 hours and then found myself out of the park in 73rd st. Then I took Madison Ave., Park Ave., Seven Ave., Fifth Ave. and Broadway on and off all the way to lower Manhattan, wondered around Wall st. area and then got really tired. In between I had lunch in a Chinese buffet and in there I started up my laptop hoping to get a wireless connection. I got tones of different signals just like that. All of a sudden this idea clicked in my mind that, if some crazy hot-shot hacker could sit down in a public place like that restaurant and decode all the signals flying around, what stories could come out of it. Lots of financial transactions, emails, file transfers, photos, Instant Messages, string of words going to different weblogs and thousands of more unimaginable other cybermatic entities. It would be like a galaxy of information highway with millions of cars carrying objects and subjects back and forth.

This can be an inspiration for a Hollywood screenplay. And I wish I had a free mind to sit down and write something based on this idea and sell it to a Hollywood producer and make money out of it and travel more often to the Big Apple.

I am still hung up on that galaxy of information and the stories flowing in it. I love stories, especially if they are about New York City or happenning in New York City.

Kids must have been watching the Casino.

I was watching Scorses's Casino on Bravo (we are talking about the better Bravo, the Canadian Bravo, not the American one). Casino is rated. Do you know what I found so bizarre about Bravo last night? They were broadcasting kids' toy commercials. How sick is that? What were people in Bravo thinking? That there were kids out there to be targeted by Fisher Price commercials. Kids who were watching Joe Pesci popping out an Irish guy's eye, or swearing his guts off when he was cracking somebody's head?