happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, hanukkah – every night during this festival of lights!
May the lights of Hanukkah usher in a better world for all humankind.
May the lights of Hanukkah usher in a better world for all humankind.
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
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
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
there is something about 9/11 that can only be known by the people who experienced it in nyc. it’s a bond between new yorkers that did not exist before 2001. it was a day that has lasted for 13 years. it was a day filled with more fear than anyone could have imagined they would survive. god bless the ones who didn’t. god bless their families. god bless all of america’s heroes who rushed in to help. it was a day where the people in this city saw more acts of kindness and heroism than one would expect to see in an entire lifetime.
god bless us all in this world.
“Lord, take me where you want me to go, let me meet who you want me to meet, tell me what you want me to say, and keep me out of your way.”
in the event you were planning a vacation to the city, you may want to re-think your travel plans – or at least stay on top of this story from the post . . . . .
Help, my giant poisonous spider is missing — and she’s pregnant!
A hairy Mexican red rump tarantula named Penelope is on the loose in Park Slope. . . . “She’s mostly active at night and she tends to hide in dark corners,” . . . On the sign, the pet owner asks whoever finds her to put her in a “tupperware bowl” with holes, so she can breathe.
When you seek it, you cannot find it.
~ Zen Proverb
this is joe:
and this is his story as reported by the ny post:
Joseph Vallenti celebrated his 96th birthday with a big slice of his favorite apple strudel cake, but there was one filling he didn’t count on — a rat.
“Something isn’t right,” family members recall the Commack man saying after tucking into the store-baked “Signature Series” cake from King Kullen supermarket.
Vallenti fell ill with stomach pains and diarrhea. So Neil Gold, who is dating Vallenti’s niece and lives with the victim, investigated the remaining cake — and allegedly found a five-inch-long rat’s tail still attached to the rodent’s hindquarters.
“I saw . . . something sticking out,” Gold said Friday after bringing the allegedly infested strudel to the law offices of his friend, attorney Ed Yule.
“I flipped it over and saw the whole tail bleeding into the cake.”
i am truly at a loss for words.
“Some days there won’t be a song in your heart. Sing anyway.”
~ Emory Austin
out the window of my apartment, it looked like this most of the day:
it’s been snowing since early in the morning.
it is currently thundering. thundering really loud. and a lot.
i want my normal back.
“I have never seen snow and do not know what winter means.”
~ Duke Kahanamoku
i’m changing my lucky number to 75.
“Your vision will become clear only when you can look into your own heart. Who looks outside, dreams; who looks inside, awakes.”
~ Carl Jung
“Where we love is home – home that our feet may leave, but not our hearts.”
~ Oliver Wendell Holmes
strolling through central park, i found myself wondering, what has happened to the turtles?
“Everything in the universe has a purpose. Indeed, the invisible intelligence that flows through everything in a purposeful fashion is also flowing through you.”
~ Wayne Dyer
for two and a half years now, i have lived directly across the street from the thai mission. the doorman at the thai general consulate has worked there for 41 years, although i didn’t know that until today. i really don’t know very much about him at all, actually. he speaks very little english and i’m sure we have never had a conversation lasting longer than one minute – until just now. on my way back home from walking ivan, he crossed the street and waved me over to let me know that today would be his last day, and in his very broken english said the following:
you haven’t been around much lately and i was hoping i would see you before i left. you are one of the good ones, a big heart, kind – i know it and god knows it. i wanted to make sure to say goodbye to you – god bless you.
i am putting that on my top 10 nicest things ever to happen list.
“If you see good in people, you radiate a harmonious loving energy which uplifts those around you. If you can maintain this habit,this energy will turn into a steady flow of love.”
~ Annamalai Swami
2 of my brothers volunteering at ground zero 12 years ago.
god bless every one of us.
“As for those that carried out these attacks there are no adequate words of condemnation. Their barbarism will stand as their shame for all eternity.”
–British Prime Minister Tony Blair
even though it’s down-pouring outside, it feels good to be heading back towards the city today. i’ll leave susan’s secret retreat today, spend 2 days in jersey, and wake up in my own bed on east 52nd street on sunday morning. :)
it’s been raining here for the last 3 days which means no cell phone service, and intermittent internet. i have to keep watching the modem – and if the green light goes on, i make a mad rush to the computer to check my e-mail. sometimes i can get through 3 or 4 before the internet goes out again. although this may have been the quietest summer i’ve ever experienced, i did manage to meet 2 people and several hundred animals – all of which i will tell you about when i get back to civilization. in the mean time, i will leave you with some pictures of this amazing place in upstsate ny.
here ivan is enjoying the view from the deck at sunset:
the local cuisine:
interesting reading material:
some of my new friends:
and a flower encircled silo:
a giant ‘thank you’ to susan for lending me this wonderful space for the summer. i am forever grateful to you! (and if you’re interested, she’ll rent it to you – just let me know – the fall is spectacular and there’s skiing just around the corner. )
i’m expecting some miracles this week. i’m very excited about it and i’ve decided to expect some every day from now on.
just keeping you up to date.
Acts of kindness, however small – a smile, a compliment, a helping hand – plant seeds of hope, love, and beauty in a spectacular garden you’ll one day call home.
Talk about ‘Miracle Grow,’
~ The Universe
They’ll drink to that!
Booze lovers are toasting the Democratic mayoral candidates, who say almost unanimously that if elected they’ll let New Yorkers swill a beer on their stoops.
When asked the question in the “lightning round” at Wednesday’s Democratic mayoral debate, all the candidates — except Erick Salgado, a minister — said city residents should be able to drink a beer on their stoops.
“I should be able to drink ’em in a park and at the beach, too,” Anthony Weiner added.
missing the city . . . .
although the country can be nice in the summer time, i am really missing all of the things i love about nyc. i miss central park, the
dorm-room apartment building drama, i miss my neighbors – and people in general, i miss walking to places and i miss thong man.
here is an old post i will re-read & reminisce . . . .
walking ivan tonight i ran into the opportunity i’ve waited 3 years for. i actually had my iphone camera handy when thong man came running up 2nd avenue. unfortunately he wasn’t wearing his nude pantyhose because they are way better than the black body stocking he was sporting this evening. this must be his summer outfit.
i am counting the days until august 14th when i return back to nyc – where i belong.
“Of course life is bizarre, the more bizarre it gets, the more interesting it is. The only way to approach it is to make yourself some popcorn and enjoy the show.”
“I remember walking across Sixty-second Street one twilight that first spring, or the second spring, they were all alike for a while. I was late to meet someone but I stopped at Lexington Avenue and bought a peach and stood on the corner eating it and knew that I had come out out of the West and reached the mirage. I could taste the peach and feel the soft air blowing from a subway grating on my legs and I could smell lilac and garbage and expensive perfume and I knew that it would cost something sooner or later — because I did not belong there, did not come from there — but when you are twenty-two or twenty-three, you figure that later you will have a high emotional balance, and be able to pay whatever it costs. I still believed in possibilities then, still had the sense, so peculiar to New York, that something extraordinary would happen any minute, any day, any month.”
~ Joan Didion
it hardly seems like it’s for real, wouldn’t you agree? this may be a seriuosly good comedy one day – but for those of us who live here, it is real and it is frightening.
“carlos danger” & “client #9″
part 2: carlos danger, serial penis texter running for mayor
you know how the media often assigns names to the news stories that won’t go away? well i’d like to throw my own suggestion into the ring for consideration on these combined stories of the month: weiner-spit. the weiner-spit era. it has a ring to it and it’s pretty much what comes to mind every time i read anything about eliot spitzer or anthony weiner. weiner-spit. what do you think, will it catch on?
i wrote my thoughts on eliot spitzer in my previous post but what about weiner? omg, is he like mentally 12 years old? are people in this city really going to consider a man who finds pleasure in sexting and serial lying for mayor? really? i get annoyed when i’m in duane reade and the employees are texting while i await help. can you imagine another catastrophic situation like 9-11 and all of the mayoral aides are running around looking for their leader only to find him holed up in a broom closet somewhere in the mayor’s mansion with his pants down around his ankles, giggling as he presses “send”?
so after all the public humiliation to himself and his family, all of the demeaning news stories, apologizing to his wife and to the public, and, just knowing that his own penis pix have gone viral, he does it again??? he just can’t seem to help himself – and he wants to be mayor of new york? seriously? are there really people in this city who believe a man who cannot stop sexting strangers is the best man for the job?
according to the post,
She calls herself “Syyydney.” She loves President Obama, polar bears and pink clip-on hair extensions.
And when she wasn’t enjoying lurid e-sex with mayoral hopeful Anthony Weiner, she was elsewhere online, coming to the defense of both Weiner and his wife.
[Weiner], she told TheDirty.com, had promised her a condo in Chicago and a possible job at Politico — had seemed like her ticket out.
“It literally disgusts me,” teary-eyed Sydney Leathers said, of the pack of lies she bought from the horny pol. “It makes me feel physically ill. I’m disgusted by him. He’s not who I thought he was. ”
Leathers, in an exclusive sitdown with “Inside Edition” that will air in full tomorrow, said she’s “barely been able to eat” since news of her illicit cyber tryst with the married mayoral candidate broke earlier this week. ny post
(omg. did you really, really believe all that, syyydney?)
anthony weiner is just creepy in my opinion – always has been – way before he made the news texting penis pix. but can we talk about huma? she’s got a great resume, brains, personality and good looks. can someone help me understand why she is married to that weasel?
“A question that sometimes drives me hazy: am I or are the others crazy?”
― Albert Einstein
i’ve been back in town for several days now but frankly, i’m a little nervous going outside. i’m a bit afraid i may run into another newsstand. the cover of new york magazine is scaring me this week. seriously.
here it is.
“carlos danger” & “client #9″
part 1: client #9
i don’t like to follow politics, but when the man who wants to be new york city comptroller already stepped down as governor because he used our money to fund unnecessary trips where he would meet up with very expensive prostitutes, lied to his family, lied to the people he was supposedly “governing” and got caught, you just can’t help but to find out – even if you try to avoid the news. most egregiously, eliot spitzer got himself elected to the governors office using his tough stance on ethics. ethics!
before he became governor he was the attorney general and leader of the state’s organized crime task force, where he headed the prosecution of two prostitution rings, according to the times. who out there thinks it’s a good idea for the guy who used tax payer money to fund unnecessary trips so that he could meet ladies should be comptroller? this man doesn’t know how to tell the truth and we should trust him with our money?
When he was attorney general, Mr. Spitzer’s signature issue was pursuing Wall Street misdeeds. But he also oversaw the prosecution of at least two prostitution rings by the state’s organized crime task force, which reports to the attorney general.
In one such case in 2004, Mr. Spitzer spoke with revulsion and anger after announcing the arrest of 16 people for operating a high-end prostitution ring out of Staten Island.
“This was a sophisticated and lucrative operation with a multitiered management structure,” Mr. Spitzer said at the time. “It was, however, nothing more than a prostitution ring.” ny times
i’m not against prostitution, i really don’t think it’s any of my business who’s paying who for anything as long as they are in agreement on the deal, and i don’t have a clue why it’s against the law to sell your services if that what you’re wanting to do. personally, i think ashley dupree was slumming it when she agreed to meet with client #9, but hey, that’s her choice, not mine.
eliot spitzer has proved himself to be an elitist, creepy liar and hypocrite and seeing his snake like eye on the cover of that magazine every time i go out is freaking me out. the madame of the brothel he used is running against spitzer in the race for city comptroller. i hope she wins.
“if they both win, the city will be run by the peter tweeter & the hooker booker.”
~ Jay Leno