Beth, Ceileidh and I were walking cross-town to get the subway up to the Metropolitan Museum. We were on 34th Street, walking east. And this is what we overheard, in a flash, as someone passed by us:<\/p>\n
It was a big kind of flowzy-shaped guy, wearing a grey suit, very conservative-looking, with sunglasses on – and he was talking very<\/i> loudly on his cell phone as he careened past us. And all we heard was:<\/p>\n
“Man, your feng shui is all FUCKED UP<\/i>.”<\/p>\n
I just don’t think that that’s what the ancient feng shui gurus really had in mind.<\/p>\n
Oh, one more thing<\/i>:<\/p>\n
I have worked in a “feng shui’ed” office and my roommate of 8 years was very into feng shui and re-did our main rooms – and it certainly does make a huge difference. Hard to explain. The first thing I did in my new apartment, in my rather small kitchen, was place a small mirror in a strategic position – and it completely opens up the room and makes it seem bigger and lighter. I don’t think it’s all malarkey, but I do think the popularization and yuppification of it is kind of ridiculous.<\/p>\n
And some guy who looks like he eats Wendy’s 3 times a day screaming to his friend about how his “feng shui is all fucked up” is high comedy.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Beth, Ceileidh and I were walking cross-town to get the subway up to the Metropolitan Museum. We were on 34th Street, walking east. And this is what we overheard, in a flash, as someone passed by us: It was a … Continue reading