another observation...

Why is everyone and everything so loud?
Why all the screaming heads on a stick? Why all the 'over-talkers'?
Either it's The View (give me a break, I stopped watching it when Rosie left, then occasionally when Whoopi came on, and now never since Elizabeth is introducing Sarah Pallin on her stump) and all their over-talking, and yelling and screaming or The Today Show where you can hear what Matt or Meredith are saying due to the caterwauling behind them on the Plaza or the conference room table where everything that anyone has to say is sooooo important that there is no listening only getting your useless point out on the table (usually to stink up the room anyway).
There's good noise. Like the sound of a garbage truck outside your Brooklyn Heights apartment at four in the morning. No kidding. There's something comforting about it, that anyone would be out on a New York street at 4 in the morning says something. You feel safe and you have a sense that someone is out there trying to move the rats around a bit...and the garbage cans banging back on to the curb somehow lulls you back to sleep anyway.
Or, another New York noise at 3 or 4 in the morning. I've been woken up three times now, twice by a heterosexual couple (don't think they were the same pair) and once by two guys. Doesn't matter about the sexual orientation because the jib of the conversation was the same and universal. "You mutherfucking dick head! You have no idea how much i love you you piece of shit." "No idea how much you love me cocksucker? You! You! Motherfuckingsonofabitchin' cunt...no one is going to ever love you more then I do, you fuckin' bowl of fuck"! (sounds of sobbing) " Hey baby...baby...baby..come-on." "Fuck you cocksucker..."
And so it goes up the street and back down the street, the decibel diminishing somethimes but never really getting quieter and somehow that interchange is such the fabric of New York that, again, it's lulling and soothing.
Alot more manageable then listening to Whoopie and Joy and Sherry (my god she's dumb) and Elizabeth over-talk for an hour.
Oh, and running water out of a faucet. That's another one. Up the wall.