We were the children, now we've overgrown

Just as an aside, and not really relevant to anything, but one thing that caught my eye in 2 ½ weeks in New York was the almost complete absence of the the much touted iPhone.

Sure I know the figures, nationwide, for iPhone penetration, but the device was notably absent in the US’s fulcrum, where the Blackberry is not just dominant, but almost universal.

I felt almost inadequate with my Sony Ericsson K850.

Even down the stairs at the 24 hour Apple store on 5^th Ave (where I spent much of the time that I didn’t spend at the 14^th Street store or the SoHo store) RIM’s devices were utterly pervasive.

City residents told us of a gap…you buy your kid a jesus phone which, when they reach an age of any responsibility, you trade up from, to something a tad more adult.

And yes, I'm a bit of a slapper, but I do want a storm.....

Flame away acolytes….

Civil liberty / I can't see to pay a fee

I wandered quite happily around the Intrepid Air Museum, killing an hour or two and indulging my closet fixation for old military aircraft. It was, as it always has been, quite a buzz to be surrounded by these design wonders, especially when the folks who pick the aircraft clearly seem to go for the quirky and unusual over the obvious.

I even managed to smile and mentally cast aside the three older Texan women who were saying to each other, quite loudly, that this would all come to an end soon, as Obama was gonna shut'em down and pal around with terrorists or words of that ilk.

But I wondered why the funny looks, from more than a few, especially those guys with the be-badged veterans hats that you alway see at these sorts of establishments. The guys who put USMC (Ret) on their title and keep on saluting each other, rather sadly, for decades after they were honourably discharged.

Then I went into the washroom and saw my hat in the mirror. Communist Chinese headwear, complete with a big embroidered red star, is probably fairly rare in an American cold war and military museum.

Still, I finally made it into a Concorde

White youth, black youth / Better find another solution

A guy on CNN’s Voices Of Recession (yes that’s what they named it) emailed in to say that he knows things are bad in the nation as he can no longer afford to supersize his value meals anymore.

Yes I know that things are bad, but the USA is positively revelling in its economic malaise. Aside from the women who had 8 kids (which is all the talk on the street, in the tabloids and on the radio), that’s about all you hear from the 5000 TV channels in our hotels.

It seems to have replaced the WOT (no longer governmentably copyrightable as a phrase as Obama has tossed it aside) as the calamity of obsession here. The channels are full of folks who have lost their jobs; folks who might lose their jobs; folks who know someone who lost their jobs; folks who own a business that relies on folks who might or have lost their jobs; folks who have lost their homes; folks who might lose their homes; folks who are providing support for all these folks and everything else in between. And the more the chatter chatters on, the more self-fulfilling it all seems to become as a nation staggers into the media proclaimed disaster.

But for all that you can feel the anger at the bonuses and the banks and the years of Enrons and Halliburtons and AIGs. A taxi driver last night (I love talking to taxi drivers and listening to their often impenetrable reasoning) wondered how long it would be before the nation took to the streets, which, as unlikely as such a thing might appear to a lad from a placid muted democracy like NZ, where we’ve just elected a formless amoeba as a PM, there is a history of across the centuries here in the US.

And in between the talk It's quite fascinating, and more than a little unpleasant to watch the vultures shamelessly swoop..there are bizarre glossy fast talking extended advertorials on daytime TV from people offering to sell lists of tax foreclosure properties and turn, what is increasingly being gleefully called a depression where there are only two sorts of people: the rich parasites and those decent real people who work for them, other's misery into your profit.

Maybe, they should start though, by reducing the size of the servings….

Will you stay in our Lovers' Story / If you stay you won't be sorry

I guess even anthropologists have a sense of humour.

My, my my, we're treating each other just like strangers /I can't ignore the significance of these changes

Last night we wandered down East Houston at about 10.45 pm. All was pretty much as you’d expect. 45 minutes later we walked back and came across this:

In the three quarters of an hour this car had, a few metres from our hotel, caught fire, and been gutted in a fairly dramatic way. There was no-one, either police or private, seemingly in charge of the charred wreck, which was pulling in fair number of camera phone toting late night wanderers.

An hour later we walked past and it was gone, with hardly a trace, apart from the remains of the back seat on the sidewalk. That too was gone this morning…not a marker as to what happened last night, in a fairly dramatic way, left.

I guess it makes a change from battling the incessant cold, or trying to work a way out of the Heavy Metal bar we found ourselves in, in Williamsburg, earlier in the evening, which was a very Pee Wee Herman moment.