Spitting, Honking & Other Pastimes

I live in a neighborhood where spitting and honking are the two most popular pastimes. I can’t walk twenty feet without seeing industrial strength phlegm on the sidewalk, which is why I have gotten into the habit of not looking down. The problem is that I have to look down to sidestep fresh deposits of dog feces. You see my dilemma.

Honking, ubiquitous in New York, has evolved into a language. The language ranges from Morse-code like dots and dashes–these from impatient car service drivers–to orchestrated symphonies. And I’m not counting back-up beeps or car alarms, which are the most obnoxious noises in the city and I have written about in other posts (e.g., The City That Never SleepsThe Sounds of SilenceKilling Me Softly, Mister Softee; Walkin Ova Heer!). Sure, I kvetch a lot, but I have good reason.

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These two pastimes are followed closely by swearing, yelling, and texting. I’m not a prude, but I had to wince the other day as I took a shortcut through a park filled with middle school kids. Their language was as explicit as it was creative, which reminds me to add posturing to the list. I also heard “niggah” from boys and girls, mainly as a term of endearment, although, just like many words in English, much depends on tone. It also seems to be the black and Hispanic equivalent of “dude” among white kids. I have no doubt that someone is writing a dissertation on this somewhere.

Texting, the most common sign of globalization, is also rampant. An undergraduate student explained it to me by describing his cellphone as an “extension” of his arm. I told him I found that very disarming. This is the beginning of the carbon-silicon interface we have been expecting, so that in fifty years mothers will give birth to little Robocops. I’m glad I won’t be around for that.

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Admittedly, I have developed an elitist attitude toward cellphones by making a point not to use mine and to pay no heed whenever I hear a beep, ping, or chime. If I am with someone and my phone goes off, I won’t answer it, which drives the other person crazy. It’s fun to watch, actually.

Studies have shown a direct correlation between how clean a neighborhood is and the incidence of violent crime. As you might imagine, the cleaner a neighborhood, the less crime. But obviously there is a story behind the numbers.

Trash, phlegm, and dog feces on the sidewalk do not cause crime. But they reflect an attitude that is negative, cynical, even hostile, and that is what causes crime. I have seen it. We can argue all day about where that attitude comes from–lack of jobs, money, family, or schooling. But ultimately people decide for themselves whether to respect each other and their environment. Or not.

Interestingly, there is hardly any graffiti in my neighborhood. This, despite one grammar school, one middle school, and two high schools in the area. I am not sure what that means except that graffiti is a higher order, more sophisticated way of leaving your mark on the world. If it is more than a hastily-scribbled, Anglo-Saxon epithet, it involves a degree of artistic ability and care lacking in these other pastimes. After all, phlegm evaporates and the dog stuff dries up and blows away. But graffiti lingers.

If what we need is a more sophisticated means of expression–if this is what will lift us out of an obsession with what Aristotle called “bovine existence”–then I am all for it.

At the next business association meeting, I will suggest we hold a neighborhood graffiti contest. In the spring.

What better way to pass the time?

Haven’t had enough? Go to Robert Brancatelli.

5 thoughts on “Spitting, Honking & Other Pastimes

  1. ah, the city! (whats to like?)

    no, im joking. but what youre not considering is that you live in one of civilizations meccas, and that means you have every trapping of civilization, good and bad. in abundance. if i want every trapping of civilization, (good and bad) you know where i have to go? wal-mart.

    new york will ultimately do one of the following:

    * become a fascist paradise, like a well-armed disneyland
    * go underwater, due to its own energy use
    * stay more or less the same (only moreso. ugh, what a thought)
    * become exactly like california (wait no, i already said “well-armed disneyland.”)

    my guess is “stay more or less the same,” which isnt going to make you happy. the good news is, we are all getting televisions that will turn your living room into times square. also “brave new world” is coming true every day– its most pronounced where you live, because *everything* is. i hear there is a part of new york with little else but trees, though. and despite my cynicism, i do wish you happiness. (if theres hope for you, theres hope for all of us.)

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    1. Actually, codeinfig, I don’t think you’re cynical at all but hopeful. I live a short walk away from one of those treed places you mention: the New York Botanical Garden. I go there a lot to enjoy things that aren’t spitting or honking, although squirrels have thrown acorns at me before. I have a troubled history with squirrels. They’re cute but evil. I don’t have a TV but spend my time on YouTube, which is probably worse…

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      1. i dont think youtube is worse. its less average– more garbage, more gold. above all, its tv populi– and not just tv vulgaris.

        if i were really nice, i would say that youtube is the video version of wordpress. but putting on my critics hat, all you have to do to debunk that compliment is look at youtube comments. if it werent a valuable platform, i would avoid it! im strongly anti-google. if i go to youtube– if i mention any good thing about it, it has to be something meaningful. (also, squirrels are indeed sinister.)

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  2. I remember returning to NYC in 1978 and being astonished by the amount of graffiti I encountered. Who knew that in a couple of decades I’d be convinced (on the internet, no less) that it was an inspired method of leaving one’s mark on the world.

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