Yesterday was the free scoop day for Ben and Jerry's, and this year I made a determined effort to make it this year. The closest location was in the East Village, so I ran up there right after work, and promptly found myself as the most mature and the only guy in a suit (or a job apparently) in the entire massive line. And that's when it occurred to me that I might be too old or too mature for free ice cream. *sigh* Anyhoo, the strawberry was nice, the voter registration hopefully will stick this time around, and I even made a donation to the charitable cause. This location's theme was breast cancer research. I'm iffy on the whole breast cancer hype. I tend to think it's a bit overblown, especially compared to the real killers for women, heart disease and colon cancer. Not that I buy into the whole women's health angle anyway, being that women on average tend to live longer then men. Shouldn't we be trying to make sure the men live as long as the women, instead of making the women outlive even more men for longer periods of time? But then the dude with the money bucket said to think about it as saving a breast. That's an angle I can sink my teeth into! So I gave $4. :: Continuing the theme from yesterday, life in the big city is interesting. Got off the subway, and tromping my way up the stairs to go to my favorite bagel cart, when I was accosted by a chicken. Or at least some strange dude in a chicken costume trying to give away crap. As a general rule, I don't take stuff from people in animal costumes unless there are accompanying hot chicks in easily identifiable corporate logo'd uniforms. So I don't know what ChickenMan was trying to give away. But that's not the point. The point is, on your commute to work, have you ever run into a ChickenMan? No? Then your city sucks. :: Although I missed the classic white cherry blossoms, the authentic Japanese single petal row kind, according to mom, I managed to catch the also pretty pink cherry blossoms. These trees have grown some since my youth. Back when I was younger, they were very spindly. Now, I'm hard pressed to identify which tree is which kind (before they bloom, obviously), as they are bigger and look alike. It was a good afternoon for cherry blossom pictures, with the sunset and the clear blue skies. But I was so beat afterwards I was knocked out like a light on the long train ride home.