Pusha describes his persona as that of a "conscious street mind".
James Henry Trotter had it easy – even if his parents were eaten up (on a crowded street, mind you) by an enormous angry rhinoceros which had escaped from London Zoo; and even if he had to live with Aunts Sponge and Spiker, who were both really horrible people.
His first-class investment mind was as fully conditioned by a bear market as the contemporary Wall Street mind has been conditioned by a bull market.
**Sheila Rosen, "**The Carol Burnett Show" _ _I was walking down the street, minding my own business, when Carol Burnett pulled up next to me in a car.
If you think I'm just being cynical and churlish about all this, imagine that you're walking down the street, minding your own business, and a dog looks up and says: "You didn't intern at Cleary Gottlieb, did you?
At the most prosaic level, you've never had your hair colour used routinely as an all-purpose putdown, or heard random strangers shout "Ginger!" (always with hard Gs; apparently it's really funny when you pronounce it like that) as you walk down the street, minding your own business.
All three were, at least at the time of their arrests, just walking or driving down the street, minding their own business.
You're walking down the street, minding your own business, when the guy in the scruffy clothes approaches you with his tale of woe.
He suggests that some middle-class black critics go out of their way to dismiss the Roots because of their braininess and ease, "what they perceive as a lack of street credibility — not our street credibility, mind you, but the street credibility that they get (or do not get) from endorsing us".
I wander these streets — my mind attuned to the idea, "Must feed... must feed... must feed" — but the wandering is really an excuse to look at the city and to reacquaint myself, consider how things are changing.
