mixed signals.

i stood perplexed with swarms of businessmen and women in dapper suits and skirts last wednesday on the corner of 28th and broadway. many new york corporates have prestigious degrees that rightfully the sparkle, mounted on their wall if their very sexy apartment or sleek and modern office. degrees that they worked hard for. degrees that helped them race up their company's ladder. degrees that demonstrate earned intelligence tied to laborous and exhausting hours of academic dedication. but neither the individual nor collective intelligence of this sidewalk herd could deduce the meaning of the walk/don't walk sign across the street that was barely peeking out behind an obstructive truck with an obnoxious driver.

the sign was flashing both the don't walk hunchback guy and the stop hand. collectively, we were smart enough to look at the adjacent side of the street, and do the opposite of what that sign indicated. but--that sign was ALSO flashing both signals. finally we looked to the stop light as a compass to direct us. all of us REALLY just wanted to get to penn station.

mixed signals can get you nowhere fast and get you lost in a hurry. there are few obstacles that spark greater insecurity than misconstruing the meaning behind a sign. sometimes the one giving the sign is at fault, sometimes we misinterpret it on our own. sometimes its nobody's fault at all. black and white mix together to a really aggrevating shade of grey, the simple becomes complex and complicated, and what was easy just isn't easy anymore. it drives us back to the babyseat, feeling like a child lost in a store and hiding within a clothing rack to find internal rest. and we don't find solace until our name is announced over the loudspeaker and we can rush back to our mommy's arms, relieved and slightly embarrased.

so how do we navigate through life with no orientation? getting tossed around by the roughest of waters with only guided by the stars above us? do we simply pray for an unknown lighthouse's sharp beam of light? are the then blinded or guided? at least the stars are something. no matter how lost we get our most valuable resource is always ourselves, and if we are particularly lucky, a little guidance from above.

my cousin meg wanted me to write her a blog. hi meg :)

and here's today's awesome music:
'it's a dreaded advice song'





-k.