The lovely strangeness of New York

New York is a city that both absorbs and spits out the weirdest of all of us. It's easy to blend in, no one really looks directly at anyone. This weekend though, there were a few oddities that captured my attention. Like the woman on the subway, her face buried in the neck of her coat, not looking at anyone, and talking to herself in what sounds like Czech or Russian. The guy I saw twice in my neighborhood with a purple tinged topknot. Yesterday he was just dressed oddly. Today, he was in a black leotard and tights, running up 1st Ave, looking for all the world like a bizarre version of Justin Timberlake in the SLN Beyonce parody. It's just odd that I saw him twice in two days.