Hippies and Babies

So my computer at work blocks every website that could be considered even the slightest bit interesting so I've decided to join the thousands of self righteous bloggers out there. I'm doing this more out of boredom than self righteousness however am secretly hoping that I will discover that the person who voted for me in my 8th grade creative writing class competition (thanks Phillip) was right and I am indeed gifted.. also hoping that my life will provide material that is wildly interesting to strangers and soon the blog will receive record hits (and "unique visitors") which will eventually lead to it being sponsored, which will lead to a scandal and I will get my picture in the local free daily newspaper. I am also wondering if blogging will have the same effect on me that writing in a diary always did which was that I felt pressure to do things that were more interesting than the things I would usually do just so I could write about them. So really this is a social experiment that I am conducting on myself which is weird now that I'm admitting that ... Anyway much great art has come from boredom (or drugs) I assume and the thing about boredom is that it is really your own fault. So something fun, this past weekend I took the free ferry to a free concert on Governors Island which I had never been to before. My friend put it best when he described Governors Island as "a former something." We weren't quite sure a former what but he was definitely right. As the sun and the music made their way to our blanket in the grass, I couldn't help but notice that the hippies and the babies had the same dance moves. We had a beer or two each not knowing that alcohol is restricted on Governors Island and at the end of the concert a sweet (disabled?) man in uniform pointed to an empty beer bottle and said "is that water?" and he was not joking.. We said yes and he said "OK" and went along his way and so did we. Aboard the last ferry of the day back to downtown Manhattan we passed right by the Statue of Liberty. As a native New Yorker, I am always amazed by Lady Liberty's ability to stop me dead in my tracks even though I've seen it many times over. This morning I took a train where humans are stuffed in like cattle and am now back in my square office unable to access anything fun on my computer... Man, its good to be free.