By now, you must have seen those pinkish trees on the side of the road. If you were seeing those trees everyday you would have noticed suddenly on one morning all of them had turned pink! Literally over a night! I always wondered how they do that. How they all know precisely which day they should turn pink! Anyway, if you thought those just blossomed Cherry trees were pretty, imagine walking in between rows and rows of them! Yes, you can do that at Brooklyn Botanical Gardens Cherry Esplanade this weekend and the next. They have something called Cherry Blossom Festival that I try to catch every year and it’s pretty darn amusing. If you go this weekend then you will enjoy less crowd and fresh bloom. If you go next weekend then you will have to deal with loads of people all around but you can also catch many events related to Japanese culture including taiko drumming, traditional Japanese dance and music, tea ceremonies, craft demonstrations, Bonsais and workshops. You decide!

Try your best not to talk too much with your hands while standing in a moving train.

I really felt bad for this lady, gesticulating all over the place. Everyone in the car saw it coming, and the payoff was glorious.

I leave for the left coast this evening. Wish me safe travels. Every time before my mom flies somewhere, she reminds me where all the important fiscal information is located in the event of her dying. I hate when she does that. Not because I think about her dying, but because I want the life insurance check to be a surprise. I will take comfort in the warmth of my incredulousness. With her, it

I sometimes think there are people on the train that only read to show off their oh-so cultured selection of literature. No one likes The Odyssey, so shut up and put that crap away. No one cares.

Here, we’ve got Pole Girl, haughtily reading Canterbury Tales, which, like, didn’t you go to high school, lady? Reading can actually be enjoyable; look into that, dude. And, if Tales really is your bag? Well, you’d probably bore a 9-month-old jack russell terrier, so that’s too bad.

Behind her, of course, your standard corporate type, sporting the glasses he bought with his Neo costume for this past Halloween. He’s at least trying to accomplish something, or so it seems, looking over “the days numbers” — whatever that means.

But, take a gander to the far right? See that? That’s a comic book. It takes real guts to read a comic book on the train. With comic in hand, to brave a car full of young professionals riding the train to Yorkville — all of them contemplating whether or not they want the rainbow roll for dinner or maybe the bento box — is pretty damn impressive. This is a confident guy indeed, especially considering he was more sharply dressed than the tool to his right. It was odd, but oddly perfect.

I also want to point out the sleeve of my flannel in the upper left of the picture. Those of you who know me probably already figured that was my arm, as I haven’t yet given up trying to single-handedly bring back grunge. I guess people would expect someone like me to be reading comic books on the train. ‘Cause I’m just a shlub.

But, no. I’m just the creepy guy who takes pictures of people on the subway. Ding!

Yeah, I know what you’re thinking. But, look, this spy cam isn’t very easy to use. So, bear with me.

This photo SHOULD illustrate a mother attending to her crying baby (in carriage) and her utterly disinterested husband. You’ll notice the woman with her back to the camera, walking past the father. Right after I took this, he gave that ass a good gander. I’m so sorry I missed the shot.

Does anyone know of non-dysfunctional/not-awkward married couples in the City? I haven’t met a single one yet.

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Today, this lady managed to freak out everyone in the first car on a downtown 4 train.

I cropped out her head, because I want to protect her identity. From all 10 of you. But, really, I just didn’t feel right publishing her face on the Internet. See, she’s not a well person. That is, I’m pretty sure she’s schizophrenic. And, sure, there are plenty of schizophrenics roaming the streets of the City, many homeless people being psycho-somatic, but still.

Now, the reason I am choosing to write about her is because there were tourists in the car at the time. This woman shouted a few times, threatening to kill some man, or something, and repeatedly punched herself in the face. The typical reaction by most people in the car? Many of us shut our eyes, dropped our heads, and completely ignored her. The tourists, however, asked her if she wanted help. With subway maps and suitcases in hand, I’m not sure what they were prepared to do for her.

The sick chick proceeded to huff at the visitors, rolling her eyes and shaking her fists in the process. Then, she switched cars, and whew! The end of that altercation could have been quite different.

But, isn’t it interesting how living in the city teaches us, somehow, to just ignore the shit we don’t want to deal with? I think that’s what makes New Yorkers so resilient. We just block “it” all out.

Now that it’s spring, I’ve been wondering a few things.

Are these people waiting in Line:

A) As an homage to The Line in LA- currently reenacting the

Wondering where that package of yours is?

If you were expecting a delivery today around 4 p.m. and you never received it, this dude probably had it. On the 4 train. For almost an hour. Goddamn delays.

But at least he wasn’t driving a rickshaw up 8th Ave.