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
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
you know when it rains it pours. it’s pouring on east 52nd street today even though it’s 79 degrees and sunny outside.
getting trying to get my apartment ready for a visitor who is arriving tomorrow for one week. the rain began last night when i attempted to connect a digital converter to the tv so that my guest can watch at least the basic channels. no can do.
ivan has developed a leak. a big leak. he is 98 in people years and i guess these things happen – but still . . . i have ordered doggie diapers with money i don’t have, and should receive the diapers on saturday. in the mean time, i have throw rugs on top of blankets covering every square inch of floor space to protect the rugs and flooring. all of these rugs and blankets need to be washed everyday at $7.00 per load.
then the dishwasher overflowed and flooded the entire kitchen. there was so much water, i had to use my bath towels to stop it from running out into the living room. since i now have massive amounts of laundry to do, i took the shower curtain & liner down and threw it in the laundry bag along with all of the pee soaked floor rugs.
upon returning home from my early walk with ivan, there was an irate tenant in the lobby who looked me right in the eyes and yelled, “i hate this building!” when i asked what was going on, she replied, “i have a huge meeting at work today and the water is coming out black. i can’t shower and i have to go out and look for a place to brush my teeth!”
it is now 12:49 in the afternoon and i have not yet brushed my teeth, showered or begun the 5 loads of laundry i have contained in a hefty bag, growing mildew, in my living room. i cannot clean the bathroom or the kitchen until i have clean water.
“hi, welcome to my dirty apartment. i hope you won’t need to shower this week because the shower curtain and bath towels are in that bag over there. cooking and television will not be available options during your stay either. please come in . . . .”
Reality is the leading cause of stress among those in touch with it.
~ Lily Tomlin
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
do studio apartments even exist outside of nyc? a studio is a room – just 1 room. sometimes the kitchen is it’s own little room off the main room but sometimes not.
in this picture, this guy has partitioned his bedroom off the kitchen using a desk. (note: this is the entire apartment. there is not a living room hiding anywhere)
according to today’s post,
A median studio now costs $419,000 — up 19.7 percent from $350,000 for the second quarter of 2012, Elliman says.
Life is not fair; get used to it.
~ Bill Gates
back on retreat! well, sort of. . . i’ll be spending a good part of the summer out of the city and i’m currently enjoying another week at my friend susan’s house in upstate ny, which i refer to as susan’s resort. the resort is on a mountain in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by trees, amazing landscapes and all kinds of wild beasts. everyday, rain or shine, i am compelled to go for a long ride to take pictures.
on today’s journey i was listening to wayne dyer speak about the tao by lao tzu. tao is chinese for ‘the way’. i’ve listened to this cd many times over the last several years and never get tired of wayne dyer speaking about lessons of the tao, which of course any taoist knows, cannot actually be spoken of. if you don’t get that – no worries. to simplify the idea, i can only suggest that it says something along the lines of, ‘we need do nothing for all to be done perfectly’.
after driving for about an hour or so, i realized that i hadn’t noticed any real photo ops. this has never happened before. i always see something photo worthy on my excursions up here in god’s country. maybe i was so into listening to wayne, i had driven right by places that i normally would have stopped for a photo or two. how unusual. i decided to pay particular attention to the scenery and looked carefully so that i would be sure not to miss any beasts hiding deep in the woods. driving about 5 mph for the last 10 miles home, i looked and looked as i listened to wayne talk about finding peace through the tao and how all that is, is already perfect, ect. . . .
as i drove up the driveway of susan’s resort, i was astonished that i had arrived home picture-less. normally this would have upset me but i felt happy to have had the opportunity to listen to wayne talk about the tao suggesting that to be one with what is, is the way to peace or, (in my words) all things happen for a reason & if you just go with that, you’ll have peace.
when i got out of the car, i let ivan out of the back seat and then went around to the passenger side to get my bag and my camera. i almost laughed out loud when i discovered my camera wasn’t in the car, but had been sitting on the kitchen counter inside the house the entire time.
wouldn’t that just be the way of it??
“The wise man is one who, knows, what he does not know.”
~ Lao Tzu,
Tao Te Ching
enjoy the day!
this is a public service announcement.
“It’s kind of fun to do the impossible.”
~ Walt Disney
ivan and i have been hiding out at my friend susan’s secret retreat up in the middle of nothing but trees and animals. we’ve been here for 5 days and so far we’ve made a lot of new friends. here are just a few:
ivan has taken the opportunity to teach his new friend his favorite sport, grass rolling. here he is doing a demonstration:
a good time was had by all.
“I thank you God for this most amazing day, for the leaping greenly spirits of trees, and for the blue dream of sky and for everything which is natural, which is infinite, which is yes.”
e. e. cummings
it’s the start of memorial day weekend – even if it’s only 9:30 friday morning. horns have been beeping incessantly since 7:00 am. here’s what first avenue looked like out my window, from the united nations at 48th street to 51st street:
and from 52nd up to 56th street:
if i had to guess, i would say about 10% of the car horns were honking so much they made up for the other 90%. it’s 9:30 in the morning – shouldn’t these peeps be at work already? i’m trying to find the happy in this.
i look forward to rush hour out of the city this evening and hope all of these folks get the rest & relaxation they apparently need.
happy memorial day!
“Today was good. Today was fun. Tomorrow is another one.”
~ Dr. Seuss
the perfect pigeon!
“You can’t live a perfect day without doing something for someone who will never be able to repay you.”
~ John Wooden
the other day i passed by a street vendor selling decorative signage on 5th avenue. this was by far my favorite sign:
i was a bit tempted . . .
“You can turn painful situations around through laughter. If you can find humor in anything, even poverty, you can survive it.”
~ Bill Cosby
the wildlife in the apartment isn’t quite the same as in the woods upstate, but it also doesn’t move around when you’re trying photograph it.
“True humility is contentment.”
~ Henri Frederic Amiel
i was never much into parades, even as a kid. they always seem too crowded and uninteresting when there are so many other cool things you could be doing in the city that has everything. . . then 2 things changed. 1. i got my press pass which allows me to get into open spaces away from the crowds and take photos without someone banging my elbow as i press the shutter button, or waving a paper flag right into the center of my shot. and 2., last year when i discovered that the easter parade isn’t a parade at all! the easter parade is just a whole lot of people aimlessly wandering around 5th avenue which is closed between 47th and 57th streets for the occasion. people get all dressed up for the sole purpose of having their picture taken in their best bonnets and it’s crazy fun. here are some of my observations about the nyc easter parade:
first, the easter bunny looks nothing like the white fluffy one i knew growing up in the suburbs of nj:
second, some people apparently confuse easter with halloween – which i like because halloween is my second favorite holiday, following my birthday:
the creativity is amazing! everyone wants to be seen and they all want to be photographed which makes a press pass completely unnecessary – when they see a camera, they come to you and pose for a shot.
as you see, the ‘bonnets’ were exceptional which may have made this woman feel like hers wasn’t quite good enough to flaunt, so she just carried her bonnet.
i loved this guy because he had a great bonnet with a troll in it – and he also had awesome eggs. he hand painted his eggs and filled them all with an intention of love – i love that!
if i were the bonnet judge, these two would have received the 1st runners up award just for being so incredibly cool:
but this lady would have received my vote for first prize. not only did she have the biggest bonnet, i have to credit her for lugging it around all day with a smile on her face.
subconsciously it may have just reminded me of the meaning of the day.
i hope your day was happy – blessings to all!
“The symbolic language of the crucifixion is the death of the old paradigm; resurrection is a leap into a whole new way of thinking.”
~ Deepak Chopra
my introduction into all things jewish came mostly from the weinstein’s. debbie weinstein was my college roommate and one of 798 jewish peeps in my freshman year dorm complex which housed 800 people. debbie always invited me to her parents home in boston for the holidays and it was there that i got accustomed to the seder rituals. being the token goy, i didn’t have to actually participate in the prayer and hebrew readings so i was only familiar with the big picture and didn’t really know exactly what was going on. the truth is, i was there for mrs. weinstein’s good cooking, and mr. weinstein’s jokes – which were usually at my expense, but funny none the less.
after we graduated from school, i continued to go to the weinstein’s on jewish holidays and by that time i thought i had learned everything i needed to know about what to do at a seder – even though i never had to actually do anything. . .
then one year debbie’s brother mark got married and everything changed. this year, we had to go to mark’s in-laws for passover. i guess they expected me to be jewish. or maybe they felt obligated to make sure i was aware of their collective suffering as a race. or maybe, debbie didn’t tell them she was bringing me and they were just pissed off about that – i don’t know. whatever the reason, they were intent on teaching me how it’s done by making me to eat things i didn’t want, participate in the readings and pray in hebrew. with 5 or 6 seders under my belt, i felt like i could handle the situation just fine – until marks mother in-law asked me if i knew the answers to the 4 questions, which i couldn’t quite remember. i was mortified because i did know the questions were central to the seder. i’m sure it didn’t happen this way at all, but i recall seeing dark red horns growing from my skull in the tiny reflection of her eyeballs. i blame mr. weinstein for my lack of knowledge because i’m positive he must have been making me laugh too hard to pay proper attention to this part of the ritual in years past.
this post serves to save all goyim who may be put in a similar situation this evening during a passover seder. first, i would like to point out out that there is really only one question and four answers, which i would not advise pointing out to seder host.
here is what you’ll need to know:
Why is this night different from all other nights, from all other nights?
On all other nights, we may eat chametz and matzah. On this night, only matzah.
On all other nights, we eat many vegetables. On this night, on this night, maror.
On all other nights, we do not dip even once. On this night, on this night, twice.
(A vegetable (usually parsley) is dipped in salt water and eaten.)
On all other nights we eat while sitting upright, but on this night we eat reclining.
and you may also want to know that mark has since re-married a nice girl from a nice family who i am sure, would not make me eat anything i didn’t want. tonight i will celebrate passover in nyc with the enzer’s, as i have since debbie moved to chicago. i will read, pray in hebrew, answer the question(s), have a good time with good people, and as always on passover, be missing mr. weinstein’s enormous laughter.
gut yontiff to all!
To break the bonds of anger,
To live with gentle pride.
To break the bonds of shame,
To live with humble strength.
To break the bonds of envy,
To serve each other in joy.
To break the bonds of guilt,
To accept all G-d’s gifts.
To break the bonds of fear,
To love with fullness of heart.
To break the bonds of lust,
To love with fullness of being.
To break the bonds of loneliness,
To receive a hand of hope.
To break the bonds of neglect,
To reach out a hand of help.
To break the bond of tears,
To see with awe and wonder.
To break the bonds of loss,
To rejoice in all G-d’s works.
© 2011 Alden Solovy and http://www.tobendlight.com. All rights reserved.
i often tell myself that the news is simply a waste of time, but then something happens and i just can’t help taking a peek at the front page of the ny post. here are some of today’s important events:
ny post exclusive!
A Port Authority security contractor whose job is to look out for possible suicides and terror attacks on the George Washington Bridge was busted for smoking weed on the job this afternoon, law-enforcement sources told The Post.
A PAPD cop on patrol noticed an overpowering smell of weed when he popped in on the guard at the south tower security booth around 1:45 p.m.
When he asked the guard about the stench, Sami Omar, 26, of North Bergen, he initially denied it, then said “I think it’s a passing skunk,” a source said.
and you’ll also want to know about this:
A Michigan medical marijuana facility is partnering with a member of the Grammy-winning rap group Bone Thugs-N-Harmony to cultivate and distribute a new strain of medical marijuana.
The Green Oasis and Stanley “Flesh-N-Bone” Howse have agreed to work together on “Phifty Caliber Kush,” which they say has a noticeable floral taste and is an effective pain reliever.
The Flint-area dispensary’s owner, Anthony Butler, calls the new pot strain “the best of the best.”
and finally, here’s some completely unrelated but also important news:
The corrections officer impregnated behind bars by convicted cop killer Ronell Wilson was excused from a court date this morning because she is having contractions, her lawyer said.
Nancy Gonzalez, 29, of Huntington Station, is hours away from giving birth to a boy and is awaiting transfer to a local hospital, her attorney Anthony Ricco told the court.
Gonzalez said she agreed to carry Wilson’s child to give the killer something to look forward to in his life despite facing life in prison.
“The important thing is not to stop questioning.”
~ Albert Einstein
do pedestrians now have to stop for cars? because i thought it was the other way around and now i don’t know what to do. if you have information on this, please let me know. thank you in advance for your help.
“I know that you believe you understand what you think I said, but I’m not sure you realize that what you heard is not what I meant.”
last thursday, somewhere around 4:00 pm, i was walking along e 52nd street minding my own business when i was suddenly attacked by the flu! i can pinpoint the second it happened. one moment i’m fine, the next moment, the flu. in the few minutes it took me to walk home, i began to feel a fever coming on. by 6:00 pm, i had a fever of 102.5
it was monday before i got up off the couch and 90% of the time was spent sleeping, oblivious to the world. when i finally got around to going online for the first time since thursday afternoon, you can imagine my surprise when i saw that former mayor ed koch had passed on – and i had missed the whole thing! for 3 days there was a constant stream of “angels” coming and going in and out of my apartment, walking ivan every 3 hours, bringing me soup and juice, or just checking to make sure i was ok – and not one person mentioned this to me?? maybe they didn’t want to upset me given my grave condition. or, those who know me really well may have anticipated that i would have attempted to crash the funeral taking place a mere 1.5 miles from my couch and therefore felt it best not to say anything.
i love ed koch! i love him not because i necessarily agree with everything he said or did, but because he was simply genuine. he meant what he said and he always said what he thought. i respect that. there were no games – a politician who didn’t play politics – a straight tawlkin new yorker like there never was! when it comes to loving this city, he was the real deal.
he truly loved this town and could be found anywhere if you looked hard enough. he wanted to be right where all the other new yorkers gathered and loved the attention from regular nyc street peeps. for so many years one could round any corner in the city and find him standing there greeting the people . . . he seemed so happy when strangers walked right up to him to shake his giant hands – like he was truly glad to meet you. ed koch, mr. mayor, mr. new york – you will be missed by many. may you rest in peace.
“There was always a love-hate relationship with New York in the rest of the country, but I made them feel more love than hate.”
~ Ed Koch
do you think a parking sign could make nyc feel sober, subdued & in control? how would one measure this?
new parking signs are going up between 14th street and 60th streets in manhattan and apparently the designer of the signs was going for the feelings of sobriety and subtle control. going forward, i will make a point of noticing the energetic differences when i travel downtown, to the upper east, or upper west sides, and i will let you know if the new parking signs have affected the overall vibe of the peeps in midtown.
according to michael beirut, a partner at pentagram, the design firm hired to create the new look, “we just tried to make it feel a little bit more sober and subdued and in control.” the new york observer identifies michael beirut as “one of the most renowned designers in the world.” i wonder if it was really necessary to hire one of the most renowned designers in the world from an international design firm for this particular job.
referred to in this article as “a longtime supporter of syntactic clarity,”
(?? . . . “hi, meet my friend jane, a longtime supporter of syntactic clarity.”) “you shouldn’t need a ph.d in parking signage to understand where you are allowed to leave your car in new york,” said city council member daniel garodnick.
here is what the international design firm has developed:
the epoch times reported that the project cost $180,000.00. i don’t know how much of that was paid to the international design firm for their part in this project, but i’m 99.9% sure i could have done this myself and for a lot less money. i sure wish the city would check with me on this type of stuff before making the final decisions.
“All action results from thought, so it is thoughts that matter.”
~ Sai Baba
i want to take this time to publicly thank the city for it’s sheer awesomeness! just imagine all of the greatness that is unfolding on this tiny island as i write . it’s almost hard to wrap your head around it all . . . .
established in 1999, i have walked by these numbers on the building in union square countless times. until this week, by the time i get home, i completely forget about my intention to look online to find out just exactly what the numbers represent.
as a public service to all new yorkers with adhd, i offer the following straight from wikipedia:
On the left side of the work is a set of fifteen large LED digits, called “The Passage”, which display the time in24-hour format. The seven leftmost digits show the time in conventional 24-hour format, as hours (2 digits), minutes (2 digits), seconds (2 digits), tenths of a second (1 digit). The seven rightmost digits display the amount of time remaining in a 24-hour day, as tenths of a second (1 digit), seconds (2 digits), minutes (2 digits), hours (2 digits). The center digit represents hundredths of a second, and appears as a blur.
For instance, if the clock reads “195641188180304” (as in the picture at right), it means that time is 19:56 (7:56 PM) and 41.1 seconds, and that there are 04 hours, 03 minutes, and 18.8 seconds remaining in the day. (wikipedia)
“Life is all memory, except for the one present moment that goes by you so quickly you hardly catch it going”