Posts tagged ‘NYC’

July 26, 2009

Two Weekends Ago

Two weekends ago, my friend and I were on our way into the city, when we saw lights in the distance from Bedfort Avenue (where we’d been eating Thai food).  We walked down to the lights, and found a fairly large fair!  I’d stumbled on this fair the year before, as well, but hadn’t known what it was.  Apparently, it is the Feast of Our Lady of Mt. Carmel and San Paolino, a 12-day festival that happens every July.  That would explain all the Italians.

Entering the fair...

Entering the fair...

Crowds at the fair.

Crowds at the fair.

A pretty big fair, too - it spread off in all directions.

A pretty big fair, too - it spread off in all directions.

There was everything you look for in a fair…rides:

This ride spins everyone around very quickly.

This ride spins everyone around very quickly.

…guys grilling meat…

Meat!

Meat!

…women frying zeppole…

This lady was upset at me for taking her photo.

This lady was upset at me for taking her photo.

…patriotic frozen drinks…

Red, white and blotto!

Red, white and blotto!

…souvenirs…

Not sure what any of these are.

Not sure what any of these are.

…tasteful novelty Ts for i bambini….

Pity the poor child.

Pity the poor child.

…games, where you can win a half-dead goldfish in a Ziplock baggie…

Chuck's Live Fish

Chuck's Live Fish

…firefighters, lest things get out of hand…

In addition to these firefighters, there were many groups of funny cops standing around, but they told me that if I took their picture, they would confiscate my camera.

In addition to these firefighters, there were many groups of funny cops standing around, but they told me that if I took their picture, they would confiscate my camera.

…and garbage, without great piles of which no street fair in July in NYC would be complete…

Smells better than the zeppole!

Smells better than the zeppole!

…and finally, bizarre religious iconography!!

Giant, garish, totem-pole-like thing.

Giant, garish, totem-pole-like thing.

Man in a boat.  (Don't be immature.)

Man in a boat. (Don't be immature.)

Now, according to this video that my roommate found on Gothamist, these two religious icons are stars in a ceremony, in which they are lifted by gangs of fellows and danced toward each other, to the tunes of the Rocky soundtrack.  Please watch the video – it is something else.  Unfortunately, we did not witness this spectacle.

After exploring the street fair, we went out a-drinking in the East Village, after which we thought it would be good to get Pommes Frites.  Apparently, everyone else thought so, too.

Mmmm...Belgian fries up ahead.

Mmmm...Belgian fries up ahead.

We couldn’t find a handy stoop to eat them on, but luckily the nearby Max Brenner’s was closed, and someone had left some of the tables out!  We spread out our fare and felt very clever.

Sidewalk dining at 3:00a.m.!  No wait.

Sidewalk dining at 3:00a.m.! No wait.

The next night, I went to see Jigsaw Soul, a local band that always provides a giant, multi-media performance experience.

Jigsaw Soul

Jigsaw Soul

The audience.

The audience.

The Jigsaw Soul dancers.

The Jigsaw Soul dancers.

Shadow visuals.

Shadow visuals.

Choreographed keg cup stacking.

Choreographed keg cup stacking.

One of several giant papier-mache bird heads.

One of several giant papier-mache bird heads.

More visuals.

More visuals.

After the show, we were famished.  Time for shawarma and falafel!

Mmmm, gyro-loaf!

Mmmm, gyro-loaf!

After that, it began pouring, so we went over to Washington Square Park to watch the band and friends play dodgeball in the fountain.

Rainy Washington Square Park.

Rainy Washington Square Park.

Hipster swimming pool.

Hipster swimming pool.

It's all fun and games till someone loses a contact.

It's all fun and games till someone loses a contact.

The next day, I was pretty tired.  I went for a long, lazy Sunday walk, over the nearly deserted Williamsburg bridge.

Bike and pedestrian lane.

Bike and pedestrian lane.

After that, I ate a massive cup of ice cream, but I did not choose to document that with photographic evidence.  A pretty good weekend, overall.

November 1, 2008

I Have Not Died (Yet)

Sorry for the lack of posts, but I’ve been distracted by my show, followed closely by a sinus cold, followed closely by a 30-day Notice to Vacate from my landlord, followed by an (ongoing) apartment search, and all the while working on my latest screenplay (entitled Dr. Prozac, or How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love NYC).

I’ll get back to updating soon.  Meanwhile, Happy Halloween, and remember to vote!!

September 11, 2008

Whither the Single-Serve Portions?

I have mentioned on this blog before that I am a compulsive eater.  One easy way I have found to manage my weight is never to buy and bring home more than I plan to eat at any one sitting.  While this is a more expensive way to eat, it didn’t used to be that unreasonable.  You could generally eat for $5, and there were any number of $.99 snack food items in any drugstore or minimart you happened to pass.

Now, I understand that everything is more expensive now.  I don’t like it, but I am beginning to accept it.  What I don’t understand, however, is why there don’t seem to be single-serve portions of anything anymore anywhere.  I regularly find myself with five minutes to spare before work running into every damn drugstore all up and down the snack aisles, and there are just giant bags of chips, huge cans of nuts, jumbo pouches of trail mix.  What is this?  I don’t want seven servings of a snack.  If I take seven servings of a snack into the office, I will be eating seven servings of a snack.

The only single-serve portions available anywhere now, however, are those 100-calorie pack things, which are just totally worthless.  One hundred calories on an empty stomach just prods it enough to make it furious – you’re better off not eating.  I operate from a continuous base of low-level hunger, and when that hunger kicks from low- into high-level, I want to have just enough food in my purse to knock it back a little.  If I have more than that, I’m going to eat until I’m actually really full, and then I’m going to eat whatever small amount is left after that, because there’s not that much left and I may as well finish it.  And then I’m also still going to eat dinner three hours later anyway, even though I’m totally full, because I was so looking forward to dinner that I can’t bear the disappointment of just going straight from the office to whatever I’m working on that evening without my dinner break.  And there you have it – the Duane Read has just ruined my whole day just because it’s no longer stocking single-serving bags of nuts.

I have this dream that there would be a wonderful grocery store that caters to people like me.  This grocery store would have nothing but inexpensive, single-serving portions of all different kinds of food, and for an added bonus, maybe it could even be healthy food.  And a wide variety.

Well, actually, there is such a place.  It’s called Trader Joe’s, and there’s only one, and if you want to go there, you have to fight your way through a crowd of thousands and wait online for upwards of 45 minutes.  Wouldn’t you think, every other retailer in Manhattan, that, given the immense popularity of TJ’s, there might just be a market there that could stand to be capitalized on???

Single-servings of portable, precooked food items for $5-$6.50 a pop!!  And single-serve snacks for under $2!!!  Available at a great number of convenient locations throughout the five boroughs!!!!

Somebody cater to my specific need, damn it!

Oh, and also, if you don’t already read Fafblog, this Sarah Palin post is a great time to start:

As a Jesus-fearing moose-hunting hockey-mom mother of five who hunts moose for Jesus, Sarah Palin is kin to the wild outdoors and appreciates its bountiful splendor as she is gunning it down from her airplane. Sarah Palin understands that America is dangerously addicted to oil, and that the only cure is more oil. . . . Sarah Palin may not know if global warming is man-made. She may not know if global warming is real. She may not know what global warming is. But if global warming is caused by abortions, Sarah Palin will fight it – by banning abortion, just in case the first couple times didn’t take.

Go, read all of it, and then read the entire rest of Fafblog, because it never fails to kick ass.

August 27, 2008

Towards a Pedestrian-Only Manhattan

There’s been a lot of buzz lately about the possibility (distant and remote) of making Manhattan a pedestrian-only borough.  I agree that this should absolutely happen, and that it makes no sense for people to be driving here (spare me the thing about trucks making deliveries – donkeys work well enough for many pedestrian-only villages atop mountains, and anyway, it’s too expensive to buy things in Manhattan and everyone ought to brown-bag from Brooklyn and Jersey and leave the city itself as one big sort of park, with all last-minute food needs being satisfied by cart vendors; not to mention that if the retail stores couldn’t get their shipments in, tourism would decline by half, and it’s not like anything currently for sale in NYC can’t just be bought on Amazon).  And I know a brilliant way to bring this desired goal about immediately, without petitions or government action or any real process at all:

All the people of New York should just start walking in the streets en masse, so that they become utterly untraversable for vehicles.  Bam!  Pedestrian-only borough.   And we’d all have an inch more elbow-room . . . at least until the next yearly influx of 20,000 generic white kids with new BFAs who all just know in their hearts that God intended for them to be a **STAR** arrive, and everybody goes back to stepping on each other’s heels all day.

July 23, 2008

Fury Thrives In a Crowd

This in response to an interesting story about someone who stood up to a line jumper:

Norms are not easy to enforce when then target of the enforcement is insouciant or otherwise resistant to the threat of being shamed or embarrassed. Lance’s experience (suddenly feeling like he’s the jerk, anger channeling into embarrassment, etc) is likely very common.

This strong, unpleasant emotional reaction could be thought of as part of the cost of enforcing a general norm when you personally don’t have much to gain from doing it, and thus a reason to pass it by. But there seems to be more to it than that, as the emotional upset also pushes the interaction forward.

Living in NYC, I find myself in an environment where social etiquette is far more crucial to everybody’s happiness than anywhere else I’ve ever lived.  Everyone here is so continuously amongst each other, and every good and service so sought after by throngs of people, that there’s no putting social transgressions aside, knowing that you’ll go home and forget about it.  Home is nothing but a small eye in the middle of a continual hurricane, and there is never a moment of silence and space in which to decompress from the constant pushing and shoving of everybody else.

It’s pretty unlivable, especially for somebody with my temperament, but it will teach you to be assertive.  Six years ago, I’d never have dreamed of calling a stranger out for anything.  Now, if someone jumps me in line, I can’t keep from saying, ‘Excuse me.  I was here.’   Or, on grumpier days, ‘We-ell, go right on ahead, then!’

People always get embarrassed and pretend they didn’t see me there, but they saw me.  They just thought I wouldn’t say anything if they bowled right over me.  Which is another thing about NYC – not only is it not ok to let people jump you, it’s also not ok to let them get away with thinking you’re the sort who’ll suffer a jumping.  It’s a point of pride.

The other day, I was in a very crowded subway train, and there were two young, cute girls in summery dresses right in front of me.  This guy, who was in the center with nothing to hold onto, sort of grabbed or pushed up against one of the girls, and when she glared at him, he smiled in a smug way, and said, ‘Can’t help it.’  Referring to the crowded train and lack of hand-holds.

‘Oh, you can’t help it?’  cried the girl (and you can always just see it in someone’s face when they’ve had it – I really pay attention at these times, because it’s bound to be awesome).  ‘You can’t help it?  Well, I can’t help this:  I’m gonna slap the shit outta you!   Think you can just grab me – I will slap that smile right off your face.  Look at him, some smarmy little asshole, oh, he’s smarmy, too, look at him, think he gonna grab me.  I will kill you, fool!’

And on and on she went, giving a very loud and accurate description of all the various ways in which this fellow was not desirable to any woman anywhere, until her friend grabbed her by the shoulders and told her to stop.

I was so thrilled!  It was the best thing I’d seen in weeks.  I managed not to applaud, but couldn’t suppress my ear-to-ear grin, which this guy also saw, as he got more and more trounced in front of this train packed with strangers.  By the time he got off, his head was so far down in his neck, all you could see was his bald spot sticking out of his collar.  It was glorious.

If only every woman eviscerated gross guys like that, we’d have no more issues in the subways.

November 16, 2007

Overheard at The Overwhelming

I recently ushered for a production of The Overwhelming here in NYC. The Overwhelming is a new play about an American family in Rwanda during the run-up to the big genocide. As I waited in line for the bathroom at intermission, two ladies behind me had this conversation (pretty much verbatim, I promise):

“Are you following the play?”

“Not all of it, no. I think…I mean, of course, I understand the basic premise.”

“Yes, but some of the details.”

“Right. I think if I spoke French it would help.”

“Yes, that’s what I feel, too. You see, I don’t speak French, so I’m missing some of it.”

“Yes. So, tell me, do you know who the man who keeps speaking…is that the doctor?”

“Yes, that’s the doctor. You see, he’s written letters to the lead man, and he’s narrating the letters he’s written.”

“Oh, I see. And the wife, how did she die?”

“In a car wreck. But they were already divorced.”

“I see. So, they divorced before she died.”

“Yes.”

“And now who is killing the…the Hutus are killing the Tutsis, is that right?”

“Yes. Or they will be, shortly. They’re getting ready to.”

“Yes, you can tell something is about to happen. I think we’re in for some violence.”

“Yes, I think so.”

“I have to say, I’m so frustrated with this lead character! He’s just so naïve, isn’t he?”

“Oh, yes! He really makes me mad. He has no idea of the world, just no clue at all.”

“Yes, he’s very naïve. Although, I can understand his frustration, being up for tenure and all. And for the second time! If you understand anything about the tenure system-”

“-Oh, I do! My son is a professor!”

“Oh, really? So is my son-in-law, and he is up for tenure.”

“Really? Well, small world. And my son, he has the Ph.D. and all.”

“Yes, so does my son-in-law. Ph.D. Does your son have tenure?”

“He does.”

“Oh, how nice. My son-in-law is up for it. It’s very frustrating for him.”

“Does he think he’ll get it?”

“Well, you know, he’s fine with it, either way. Because if he doesn’t get it, he has places he can teach.”

“And your daughter is okay with that?”

“You know, she – I think she really is. They’re funny. So, I don’t know, I just keep giving gifts.”

“Well, it will come back to you in another way, honey.”

“Oh, I know.”

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