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My hat's off to whomever disrobed at the Gates Avenue station. 

A couple of chatty crustbros walked in Bedford Gourmet Foods, their conversation a debate on water quality. Eventually they decided the water upstairs was "chill." That being potable, not necessarily cold.

When I stepped out from the gym at 8pm, I saw an NYPD surveillance helicopter hovering over the neighborhood.

I spoke at the UN today. I mean, I said some things into a microphone during a conference at the UN.

This is part of a mural on the side of a school around Hudson Square, in Manhattan. 

It's such an anatomical depiction of a metaphoric heart. I think the illustration is saying "when making a wish, put your heart in to it, and do it Mola Ram-style." 

This shirt has been hanging on this wire for over a year now. It's evidently a well made shirt and that is evidently some tenacious wire.

A group of students is learning a routine in – I'm basing this on the moves they're doing – a hip hop dance class on the McCarren Park track. There's a more legitmate crew casually breaking on some cardboard to camera right. I'm on my way to the pool in the distance.

The folks working at the community garden down the block tap into the fire hydrant on the corner to water their plants. Where their hose connects to the hydrant, it leaks.

At the heavily secured Roberta's [Frozen] Pizza compound in the former Pfizer building on Friday afternoons, the Roberta's crew sells fresh pizzas right out of the oven to the other tenants. 

After the smoke clears, after the blaze is put out, after the building is evacuated and my neighbors spared from themselves, while gazing into the ashes below the grill, the NYFD Marshal's brow will unfurrow and he'll grumble:
"Well, there's your problem."