A person walking/biking/crawling/slithering through NYC has a lot to choose from when it comes to street entertainment: the innumerable aged Asian gentlemen willing to serenade you with their aged Asian instruments; the random blonde chick with a boom box (yes, an actual boom box), a microphone, and leg warmers on the L train platform at 6th Avenue who will happily dance to and lip sync an old school Madonna song for you; and of course, the various hip hop acrobats, chicks with guitars, hula hoopers, drum circles, and smack-talking homeless folks spread throughout the city that want nothing more than to amuse the public with their antics. But you know what I’d like to see more of?
That’s right. Sci-fi nerds with microphones reading Philip K. Dick aloud on the Williamsburg Bridge. On my way home on Saturday night, I was lucky enough to witness a live reading of Valis, Dick's supposedly semiautobiographical novel of Armogeddon, faith-busting, and Gnostic belief. Or something. Anyway, my dreams that night were profoundly paranoid and I have this guy to thank.
You don't see this kind of thing often enough
Remember: Just because you're paranoid
doesn't mean people aren't plotting against you.
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