Wednesday, March 19, 2008

stopping terrorism

This week I'm working from my organization's New York office, which recently moved from Soho to the Financial District. The good news is that I now feel slightly less shabby--no matter how hard I tried to look cute in Soho, I always felt like I was wearing stonewashed jeans with pleats and a shirt with a big soup stain down the front.

The bad news is that the Financial District, while diverse and bustling if corporate during the day, is a tad dystopic at night. The streets are deserted except for cops with machine guns guarding the New York Stock Exchange. Big metal ramps--the kind that would stop a speeding suicide bomber's car, I guess--blossom like mushrooms in the middle of the street, and there are squad cars and ominous black SUVs everywhere.

This morning, the giant American flag that covers a third of the Stock Exchange's facade had been replaced by a giant Visa ad that said, "NYSE takes Visa."

4 comments:

b52 said...

The new phrase I've learned is "security theater." It's all those big metal ramps, beefy guards with automatic weapons, metal detectors and carry-on rules. They might look like they're making you safer, but the experts say it's all full of sound and fury, signifying nothing.

But don't take my word for it: this guy is the expert

I suppose all the world really is a stage, even the NYSE.

Cheryl said...

They are just a couple of blocks from Broadway, and revivals are where it's at these days. Gypsy, Chicago, cold war fear tactics....

Veronica said...

i'd say, especially the nyse :P you're missed cheryl, two more days and you'll be outta the financial district!

Cheryl said...

I'm really missing the L.A. sunshine right now. Even when it shines here, only a few brave rays find their way between the buildings.