So riding my bike down elmwood yesterday, I rode close to this guy who was about to cross the street. He yelled something like "Hey you there watch out with your flying carpet." I feel like he had on a light blue sweatshirt with an American flag on it but maybe I'm making that part up.

I yelled back what did you say. He said something to the effect of, "Learn to respect America or go back home to Egypt. "

Not sure how to even respond to that being a non-egyptian, non-middle eastern, Italian heritage but born in America -American citizen, I reached deep down into my inner mafia and just started yelling towards him at the top of my lungs, "I hope your fucking die, with both my middle fingers up." At that point from an outsider's perspective, I probably appeared as the insane one.

I know I should have been the bigger man and just rode on figuring its probably some crazy vet with PTSD - but I didn't - I am not much of someone to back down in a yelling or written argument.

I think we probably would have both killed each other if guns were involved - all over a case of mistaken identify which is really crazy.

I wish I could say its the first time I've been harrased for being middle eastern or Jewish. Neither of which I am.

This is what I was wearing. Levis blue jeans, wrangler brown cuorduroy cowboy shirt.

I know the coop price is by pound but it still seems insanely high.

While in Pittsburgh we visited the Mattress Factory art museum. I really enjoyed the exhibits and the layout.

The Greer Lankton piece titles "Its about me, not you" was my favorite. It had such a intensely emotional and yet terrifying feel to it. It stuck me as so sad that the artist died at age 38. Being 38 it just seems so young.

The dolls in the piece were all so carefully constructed and reconstructed and arranged. It was as though she took her whole life before her death and summed it up in a room.

I wonder what my death room would look like if I made it now. A macbook and cell phone in an otherwise barren cube?

The building in Pittsburgh are so much more impressive than ours. It's amazing how much later that city developed and how much nicer it is. I guess they have the natural advtange of so much rock everywhere in the hills. Just about everything was brick or stone. And not just run of the mills square brick but complex, intricate patterns of brickwork.

I really think I could live there.

On Friday night we had dinner at AJs Burger & Peruvian Rotisserie Chicken

I had the rotisserie chicken with rice and sweet potato fries which was amazing.

The prices seemed good and they had something for everyone in the family from traditional pervuvian to Mexican and American bar food like burgers and mozzarella sticks.

They also had this really interesting blue corn drink called chicha limeña. Definitely worth checking out if you are down there.