Just Flew in from the Coast

And Boy is my Nose Tired.

If you fly to Los Angeles in February, your immediate response is, "I have to live here immediately."

When I landed at JFK, I got on the Air Train and then took the E train into Manhattan. It was very cold so many homeless people are spending the night in their stink-sweat-urine, riding the rails.

Different experience than the pink jasmine of Los Angeles winter.

Pleasure is selfish and pleasurable. Painful stenches let you know that others are not having such a good time. We do nothing about it, so we might as well feel good.