This was a first for me: draft horses being used by the New York Police Department. Are police officers getting bigger? These big guys — the horses, I mean — ambled easily into the street as if there was nothing on their backs. Beautiful!
I’m used to the horses sitting under police butts looking more like this:
There are far worse fates than being unable to travel abroad again — thanks, Coronavirus and all your maskless minions — especially when one is lucky enough to live in New York City. Name your culture, name your country. You can find it here.
Unlike some people in this city, we’ve never been of the oh-I-never-go-north-of or west-of or south-of ilk. We go everywhere.
And this past weekend, we went to Poland, er, I mean Greenpoint in Brooklyn.
It’s who you know in this world and it’s your good luck to know me. Or at least to know me enough to have started reading this ultra-helpful guide to one of the most difficult-to-find treasures in New York City: a clean bathroom.
The more astute travelers among you are already pointing out that the New York City Parks Department’s website includes an exhaustive list of hundreds of public bathrooms that are available in the hundreds of city parks in the five boroughs. It’s quite a list. And helpful, no doubt. …
We were promised brain-eating zombies or planet-smashing asteroids. Instead look we got. A tedious, boring, endless downward spiral courtesy of a microbe. True, we also got loads of drama thanks to (too many) people’s basic stupidity and inability to simply go along with common sense remediations. If we hadn’t had these morons from the beginning, The Great Global Pandemic of The Twenty-First Century would have fizzled out like a bad case of the flu.
Of course, there are millions of survivors who fervently wish we could have had that instead of what we have.
But where’s the grand human drama…
There was this almost cinematically perfect night in August 2001 when I took the A train from where I shared an apartment in Inwood down to the plaza between the Trades. There was a free concert starring John Gorka. I stretched out on one of the massive stone benches and gazed up at the Trades. There was no fog like there is in this photo.
It was a sublimely beautiful summer night and two perfect pink rimmed clouds drifted between the towers.
I had done it. I had successfully broken the gravitational hold of my home state and moved to…
Larry is lumbering somewhere hundreds of miles offshore, but this storm is big enough and slow enough that we’re getting high winds and rain all day.
I went out last night to pick up a giant burrito from our favorite taqueria for dinner and saw a young lady lose her grip on her Metrocard just as the bus was about to arrive. It whipped out of her hand and into the street. She nearly made a blind dash after it but paused to check for traffic (oh, thank you sweetheart; after seeing the woman with her hair on fire on…
One of the first college courses I took was a survey covering schools of philosophical thought from pre-Platonic to the present day. Tricky to cover in 12 weeks. Within the first month, I noticed that the only philosophers philosophizing according to our textbook were men. That held true throughout the course and when I asked the professor about it at the end of the course, this was his response:
Historically, women were having children and caring for households so they wouldn’t have had the luxury of time to think and write.
Putting aside — for the moment — that there…
They seem like a nice enough young couple although I’m glad that they moved into Matt and Jamie’s old place at the other end of the hall. Their dogs bark at every sound but that’s not my problem. They’re at the front of the building and I’m at the back (where the Project Create guys are making life…interesting again).
My long-established habit of introducing myself to anyone I meet in the elevator seemed to put them off a tiny bit but eventually they figured out that the weird old lady with the strange haircut was harmless.
I passed him standing…
I’m not a big FOMO-head. I seldom feel like I’m missing out on anything and don’t generally long to be somewhere I’m not. I’m more of a JOMO-head. I take a perverse joy in missing out on the cool, popular, must-experience experiences that gain a lot of traction in popular culture. Here’s an extremely short list of the cool stuff I’ve taken a pass on:
But wait. Here’s the mother of all cool, popular, must-experience experiences!