It is not, the "United Christians Brigade," as my mother calls it. Close, but not quite. The Upright Citizens Brigade is the ultimate hub of comedic talent, a religion for some, and a cult classic for the young at heart.
Today, I did the New York City equivalent of stopping to smell the roses: I stopped to listen to the train station musicians. I had 20 minutes until my train, and there were a couple of men sitting in Penn station playing beautiful music.
It was the ultimate behind-the-scenes tour -- or more accurately, under-the-scenes -- about 100 feet into Manhattan bedrock via an access shaft to see exactly how the Second Avenue Subway (SAS) is coming along.
By recording the city's daily nothings I aimed to capture an invisible pulse so easily ignored. In the end I captured much more. Sure, it's nothing more than the daily New York stampede, but it's exactly that monotony that makes it amazing.
I stood on the corner of 49th Street and 7th Avenue completely stunned. I had just seen a man die. No, I had just seen a man killed. I leaned against the wall of a building, trying to catch my breath as the sun beat down on my face.
If a nut case sees the innuendo loaded Jihadi ad in the subway, and sees a woman next to it, be it a Muslim, Sikh, Catholic, Hindu or other, he is tempted to hurt that woman, the woman can scream that she is not a Muslim. Do the nuts know any difference? What if she is a Muslim?