Sometimes it’s the journey that teaches you a lot about your destination.
Sometimes it’s the journey that teaches you a lot about your destination.
i can’t be the only one who has personally witnessed some slight exaggerations from weather peeps when there may be some impending weather-activity; am i right?
here we go again . . . . the weather according to cnn:
“This could be a storm the likes of which we’ve never seen before,” said New York City Mayor Bill de Blasio.
Whatever terrible storms New Yorkers have experienced in the past, “prepare for something worse,” he said.
Earlier Sunday, the National Weather Services upgraded its blizzard watch to a blizzard warning for the area from northern New Jersey through southern Connecticut, including New York City. Twenty to 30 inches of snow is possible with winds gusting 55 to 65 mph.
“Weather forecast for tonight: dark.”
~ George Carlin
good words by bruce kasanoff:
“You’ve heard this old saying before: give a man a fish and you feed him for a day; teach a man to fish and you feed him for a lifetime. You may even be nodding your head in agreement right now. Sorry— this saying is all wrong.
When a person is starving, that’s not the time to fill their head with knowledge. The right thing to do is to first give the person a fish – banishing their hunger – and only then teach them to fish.
Far too often, people ignore this common sense first step. They see someone who is struggling, and they rush to offer wisdom. “Let me tell you what I’d do in your position,” a well-meaning individual might offer.
But few of us understand the anxiety, confusion, and uncertainty that comes with overwhelming need. People in the midst of personal disasters are reeling. They can’t think straight. Their nerves may be shot. Their confidence may be non-existent.
We all know affluent, outwardly successful professionals who lack confidence and – at least temporarily – the ability to think straight. Can you imagine how people must feel in the midst of outright failure?
Rushing to offer a struggling person long-term advice is a waste of time.
Instead, it makes far more sense to help them regain their equilibrium. Once this happens… once their ears, heart and mind open, then you have an opportunity to teach a new skill.
What does it take to decide whether a person needs a fish before a fishing lesson? Two things:
1.) The ability to pay attention: Is the other person open and receptive, or looking at the world through narrowed eyes that tip off just how terrified they feel inside? You can’t just take their words at face value, because claiming to be alright is a basic survival skill. You have to look at how the person acts and what they don’t say.
2.) Empathy: The more successful you are, the harder it is to imagine what it must be like to be the opposite.”
“Better than a thousand hollow words, is one word that brings peace.”
it’s tourist season and midtown is over flowing with shoppers, sight-seers, celebrity seekers and tree gazers!
it’s a good thing for the city – not so much for the residents. from december through january things become all discombobulated for the locals because tourists disrupt the flow. it’s nothing that can’t be fixed and it’s not even their fault. they are simply unaware of a few simple things. when travelling into the city, i’ve noticed that at the bridge & tunnel tolls, it’s always the cars with out of state plates in the ‘cash only’ lanes – the regulars have ez-pass. i’m thinking that a small list of “instructions” printed on the back of the bridge & tunnel receipts would be a great invention because it could list the rules and then they would know. since that’s not the case, i will post them here.
don’t think – just cross the street.
crossing the street in midtown is similar to participating in a game of football. there are two sides, face to face, waiting for the ‘go ahead.’ the difference is that in midtown, each team has anywhere from 25 – 50 people on each side where in football, there are only 11 on each side. during the months of february through november, when the light says walk, the ‘teams’ advance towards each other and effortlessly manage to get to the other side of the street without knocking into anyone. they’re used to it; they don’t get nervous and foot traffic just flows. on the other hand, in december and january, i believe that during the 2-3 minute wait between light changes, tourists get super focused on the opposing team which makes them nervous. their brain begins to wonder how they will manage to cross the street through all those people about to charge towards them, and they begin to map out a strategy. as soon as the light changes, they follow their mind map. because they could never predict the mind maps of the opposing team, it turns into a giant cluster of frustrated people bumping into each other, scared they will never reach the other side safely. weird but true.
when you see a pretty store window, something shiny that catches your eye or a homeless person, do not just stop in the middle of the sidewalk. this causes mid-sidewalk collisions and then you leave the city thinking ny’ers are rude.
wear your comfy flat walking shoes or you will regret it. and know that the people in the flat comfy walking shoes are the ones who must walk on the grates. women in heels have the right of way on the sidewalk whenever a grate presents itself. there is no need to worry about falling through the grates and landing in the pathway of an oncoming subway, seriously.
It is a man’s own mind, not his enemy or foe, that lures him to evil ways.
it was 15 years ago today that ivan and i made the trip down 2nd avenue from the humane society to e. 55th street, where we lived for his first two years. it didn’t take long for me to realize he was my family. we were inseparable and i loved him with all my heart. almost every memory i have of the last 15 years includes ivan. we moved to california together, drove across the entire usa together, lived in westfield, nj, on the 5th floor of a walk-up on 83rd street, shared the tiniest apartment ever on east 73rd street, moved to bedminster, nj and back to the city again.
on march 20th of this year, at 11:36 am, ivan went to heaven and my heart broke in half.
i always have, and always will, love you billions times infinity boo. xo
who goes inside a bank anymore? well, yesterday i did and as you would probably suspect, i was the only customer inside. when entering my bank from the street, you pass through the atm room where 99% of the people bank, and then open a door and round a corner to get to the real inside of the bank where the tellers are located. as i opened the door between the atm room and the actual bank, i heard someone singing the magilla gorilla song! i did not want her to become startled by the sight of a customer and stop singing, so i stopped before rounding the corner so that she would finish the song. as it turned out, i remembered every single word. when i came around the corner, i saw 3 bank tellers sitting behind the glass partition with absolutely nothing to do other than sing the magilla gorilla song and i had to make a split second guess as to which was the singer because i definitely wanted to go to her window. as luck would have it, i picked the right one and we ended up singing the magilla gorilla song together. after that we sang the mr. ed song. who would have expected this kind of happiness in the middle of a tuesday?
if you have no idea what this post is about, we could probably never be really good friends.
this sure must be easier than having to pack and unpack all those boxes. . . .
Traffic is only one of the side effects of growth.
~ Roy Barnes
lao tzu said, “at the center of your being you have the answer; you know who you are and you know what you want.”
today i will practice this advice and keep you posted. wish me luck!
When I let go of what I am, I become what I might be.
~ Lao Tzu
we all know there are two sides to every story and often it’s only a third party that can see the point of view from both sides. as a third party, i’m really trying here but i’ve come to the conclusion that no one can ever truly understand crazy.
80 year old charles manson is getting married. he’s marrying an attractive 26 year old girl named afton, who calls herself star. i am not even going to try and understand this but that’s not what has me so perplexed. i’m more concerned about star’s mother, melissa burton, who is quoted in today’s ny post:
“I know [Manson] has made lots of bad choices, but I don’t think he’s dangerous. The media has made him into more of a monster than he is,” she said.
“I’m not scared about [Afton’s] safety and I don’t believe my daughter is brainwashed.
When she first came out with it, I was shocked because the media really makes him look crazy,”
here is a picture of the happy couple:
Three things cannot be long hidden: the sun, the moon, and the truth.
the upside is, i’m sure i would be rail thin if i lived in this 78 square foot apartment, since keeping food isn’t really a convenient option.
i’m just not sure the bathroom sharing thing would work for me.
The ache for home lives in all of us, the safe place where we can go as we are and not be questioned.
~ Maya Angelou
this is todays view from my window. it’s a very large hole they have created on 1st avenue – right outside my bedroom. that may explain why they felt it was necessary to start jack hammering at 6:00 am.
The White House’s new security plan: Lock the front door
every time i see a headline like this i wish i worked at the new york post. it has to be fun . . . . seriously though, if the peeps in dc need some high level security tips, i suggest they just spend the week in nyc during the general assembly – which happens to be this week.
i’ve been out sniper seeking with my zoom lens since saturday and haven’t seen 1 sniper. these guys are good.
i’m not sure what the mission of these people is, but they are scattered about the sidewalks near the united nations building. they look like they have bombs strapped all over themselves and i have to believe this would effectively keep people from trying to break in to the white house.
they do not like having their pictures taken either.
another effective tactic used by the diplomats to keep people away, is extreme noise. i’m sure they do it on purpose so it must have something to do with their country’s security operations. wherever a foreign diplomat decides to go, he is preceded by and followed by, an entourage of black suburban’s with lights flashing and very loud sirens. this goes on all day long. entourages en route to the u.n. for morning meetings, entourages at lunchtime, entourages escorting their diplomat back to the hotel after daily sessions, and entourages chauffeuring diplomats all around town for dinner and nightly entertainment – all with excruciatingly loud sirens. i believe the strategy here is simple sleep deprivation. i know because i live just 3 blocks up first avenue from the united nations and i am just too tired to consider jumping the fence and breaking in the front door.
during the week of the general assembly there is no parking either. every street in the neighborhood is lined with signs like this:
if you live between 40th and 55th streets from the east river over to third avenue, you may not be able to go home if there happens to be a diplomat having a meeting, a meal or a cocktail on your street. on each corner are stationed between 6 – 12 very young rookie cops, whose mission it is to question people to death and check i.d.’s before letting them step foot onto their own block to go home after a long day at work. i’ve noticed that if you are 20 something, female and beautiful, the young rookie cops will hold you up for twice the amount of time than they detain others. just an observation that probably has nothing to do with security.
I am thankful the most important key in history was invented. It’s not the key to your house, your car, your boat, your safety deposit box, your bike lock or your private community. It’s the key to order, sanity, and peace of mind. The key is ‘Delete.’
~ Elayne Boosler
Pay close attention to each scene
Colgate has created a very ingenious advertising campaign to promote their dental floss.
But … Before I explain to you the main detail of these images, I shall let you observe them on your own.
All right ………. Now that you’ve had time to quietly observe the images .
* in the first photograph, you might have noticed that the lady has one finger too many on her left hand,
The campaign attained its purpose.
It proved that food debris on your teeth draws more attention than any physical defect does.
although i wish i could take credit for this, it is one of those chain e-mails circulating around the universe that’s just too interesting not to share!
When you pay attention to boredom it gets unbelievably interesting.
~ Jon Kabat-Zinn
this the feeling i’m going for today.
just f.y.i. . . .
“It is the supreme art of the teacher to awaken joy in creative expression and knowledge.”
~ Albert Einstein
may all be happy
3 stretch limos waited outside, 2 already occupied by joan’s two assistants and some family members who preceded melisa and cooper. shortly after 10:30 am, melissa & cooper left joan’s home at 1 east 62nd street.
a beautiful display of flowers and tributes covered half of the entrance to the building.
i arrived at temple emanu el before the limos and if it were not for the m-1 city buses interrupting the view from the press camp located all the way across the avenue, i would have been able to show you more pictures. how did they not close 5th avenue?? this was joan rivers’ funeral! of course, the peeps from nbc, cbs, cnn, people magazine, ect… had anticipated this and came armed with ladders. i spent 2 hours looking for tiny spaces in between ladder rungs, tripods and body parts trying to secure spot large enough to fit my lens through. lesson learned.
all of the news media peeps were in crews. there were reporters, camera peeps, videographers and the assistants uploading live feed onto their computers. by now you’ve no doubt already seen the celebrity arrivals in pictures splashed all over the news so i won’t bore you with mine, but i will tell you about the parts of the ceremony that the big outlets didn’t dwell on.
the lane of roadway closest to the temple was reserved for cars and limos dropping off guests – most had drivers. then there was the person who pulled up in a beautiful light green maybach. i couldn’t see who it was as the view was obstructed by a double decker tourist bus filled with people taking pictures of the crowds and people in the press pit. it was pretty comical as they focused on the press camp and never thought to look across the street where all the celebrities were wandering about. back to the maybach. apparently the guest who arrived in the maybach drove himself. he must be used to having a driver as he forgot to take his keys when he exited his car. for the following 30 minutes or so, the maybach blocked the entrance to the to the temple so the following guests had to get out of their cars up the block and walk to the entrance. It took about 8 cops and two tow trucks, further obstructing my view, to jimmy the locks on the maybach and drive it away.
just one hour after the service began, the front doors to the temple opened and out poured well over a dozen bag-pipers. for this, they closed fifth avenue and i was grateful for the unobstructed views – until the bagpipers lined up directly in front to me.
they played as melissa and cooper got into the their limo.
all the other guests followed melissa out of the temple and waited for their drivers to arrive with their car.
then – the second most amazing thing happened. a cop moved the barrier and allowed the press to cross the street. aproximately 3 seconds later, i was standing in the middle of a crowd of people that included whoopie goldberg, matthew broderick, charlie rose, barbara walters, kathy lee, and all the rest. i wasn’t exactly sure what to do so i stood back and thought i would observe the pros from abc, nbc, cbs, ect., and then just do what they did. each ‘team’ sent a reporter to a celeb and asked some questions while the camera person filmed and a third person uploaded the story for ‘live coverage.’ i did not have a crew. should i just walk up to geraldo or kelly osbourne and start asking questions? before i had time to answer my own question, matthew broderick walked by and i concentrated solely on the photo op.
i knew sara jessica parker couldn’t be far behind so i stood still and scanned the crowd until i saw her heading my way. she was just several feet away from me when the first most amazing thing happened – – my camera died! it just stopped. i tried to remain cool while i frantically turned my camera on and off several dozen times; dug through my bag for the spare and changed the battery; dug through my bag again for the second spare and loaded that battery; changed the settings . . . . and everything else i could think of. . . . .
i finally came to understand it was simply my electronic disorder rearing it’s ugly head at the worst possible time, and tried not to cry. then i went home.
here are some of the shots i managed to get prior to the death of my most favorite possession . . . .
rest easy, joan – i hope the celebration was everything you wished for.
“I succeeded by saying what everyone else is thinking.”
~ Joan Rivers
A 3-year-old girl who was pronounced dead after a fever woke up a day later — in a coffin, during her funeral . . . . the toddler was taken to a local hospital on Friday after suffering a severe fever.
“During that time, the attending clinic personnel and physician confirmed that the young patient had no more pulse and was clinically dead last Saturday morning about 9 a.m.,” Teelan said. The grave error was only discovered when a funeral attendee removed the cover of the girl’s coffin and saw her head move . . . . .
The family is seeking treatment at a better-equipped hospital.
. . . . well now there’s an idea worth investigating.
“Man cannot live by incompetence alone.”
~ Charlotte Whitton
last night i was on the phone with a friend when a call from an 800 number beeped in. assuming it was a telemarketer i ignored the call. earlier today, i realized that i had a message from the 800# call last night. it was katelin from ticketmaster. she wanted to verify that i had authorized a $967.80 debit card charge for tickets to the miami heat / nets game last evening.
the first question that came to mind was, is that baseball or basketball? the next thought i had was, why would i authorize a charge for $967.80 when i had less than $500 in my bank account?
i now have negative $457.
No one saves us but ourselves. No one can and no one may. We ourselves must walk the path.
a day, a week, a month ~ it can seem like forever ~ almost never ending, and it can seem like just yesterday ~ both perceptions happening simultaneously.
how does that work?
“Time moves in one direction, memory in another.”
~ William Gibson
just a few weeks ago i told you the story of joe, the 96 year old man who got sick after eating his birthday cake which had a rat baked right into it. i will try to limit the number of disturbing posts like that, but i will need a little help from the food industry . . . .
today, the ny post reported the story of robin. robin ordered a salad for lunch from guy & gallard on west 40th street. in her own words, here’s what she got in her salad:
“It was the craziest thing,” she said. “After a few bites, I look down at my fork, and think, ‘Oh, is that a piece of asparagus?’And then I saw that it had eyes, and an arm.”
the post reported,
Sandusky repackaged the head with the salad and sent it back to the deli, which promptly gave her a refund.
it’s good to know she got her money back.
i’ve spent the day wondering if she simply saw the lizard, or actually stabbed it with her fork.
“Remain calm, serene, always in command of yourself. You will then find out how easy it is to get along.”
~ Paramahansa Yogananda
just like every day, i checked my phone for the temperature outside before taking ivan out for his morning stroll. it said 64 degrees. the sun was pouring in my windows. 64 & sunny . . . . it’s going to be a great day!
completely under dressed for the actual 46 degree temp outside, i arrived home a bit chilly and totally confused. i checked my phone again. 64 degrees. at first i wondered if my phone had picked up on the industrial strength warm weather thoughts i had been having for so long and was just trying to make me happy.
then i noticed that the time under the weather was displayed as 7:31 pm, rather than am, and i chalked the whole thing up to the power of my electronic disorder.
“The use of the will as the projector of mentative currents is the real base of all mental magic.”
~ William Walker Atkinson