Stephen P Neary

dr breakfast paintings

some sort of rough kitchen design, where it all starts.

For about a week now I've been spending a good 3 hours a day on trains and subway cars. Brooklyn to white plains is a little bit of a trek, but with a sketchbook and a paperback, it's a very doable, and dare I say it, very enjoyable commute.

Some of the people on the train crack me up, though.

This guy had his paper up, creating a little office for himself. I'm not sure if he was trying to muffle his business call out of politeness or out of privacy. He shouldn't have worried. The call was completely undecipherable, even to eavesdroppers.

"If you look at this next move as a destination from this place . . . where does that leave us incentive-wise? You're narrowing the focus of what an exit strategy looks like."

say what?