August 2009
10 posts
There is not much (alternately there is way too much) to say about my attempt at seeing Girl Talk on Sunday. (If not before then certainly now do I feel like Liz Lemon; too old for Brooklyn.) But this bit of schadenparty is telling: I watched a young girl, auburn hair, tanned, in her denim shorts and tank top, flop over a metal barricade and unceremoniously vomit. In less than a minute,...
Hasty Observations On Urban Manners
There are, if you’ve lived in New York long enough and have made a number of friends, but really they’re the majority of them acquaintances, those for whom you would always choose to cross the street to say “hello” to if you spot them and those that, for whatever reason or mood or judgment call made in the moment, you choose to ignore, hoping that they didn’t see you,...
Because I don’t own a teevee, I’m usually ignorant of the hidden nuggets nestled on obscure cable channels. But as I’m house sitting this weekend, and it is the kind of hot outside that necessitates more than one shower a day, I’ve had nothing but time to explore. So then, there’s this: City Drive Live, the DOT’s traffic camera station. It is the perfect...
