As I was reading about phenomenology of the voice, I remember an episode of my recent trip to NY. I took the train for Jersey City and got out of the port authority. It was early and the subways were teeming so I decided to walk. It was just a 3km-walk. I do that here in Lubbock with ease.
then, I forget NY is not Lubbock. There is something exhausting about walking in a very crowded city. The cacophony is an added weight as opposed to Lubbock's open spaces and general silence.
So, I was walking and encountered a "I'm walking here" New York moment. At a curb, there was a green light so a delivery van went through, but a guy was crossing the street. The van abruptly stopped and the driver got out. both men were screaming at each other. I always enjoy the spectacle of unbridled loosened macho energy as long as I am distant from it.
The driver was a a big guy, but the one crossing was a hulking dude. Like massive. I bet he got his anger issues from roid rage or something. And then I heard the hulk yell....oh my goodness, he belongs to the group of men under the loving and high-pitched embrace of David Beckham.
You cannot believe the strength I had to summon not to laugh out loud when this hulk was screeching, "YEAH I'M WALKIN' HERE, WACHUGUNNADOABOUTIT?" The driver just glowered and High-pitched Hulk was swaggering looking for a fight. Some guy had to go in between them.
A couple of guys behind me witnessed the hilarious cognitive dissonance of audio bravado. One guy just yelled, "YEAH, YOU TELL HIM, MIKE TYSON!"
and people in the scene just laughed and walked on leaving the high-pitched hulk and the glowering guy have a few more seconds of a stand-off.