Van parked on West 15th street.
Saturday, December 20, 2008
Monday, November 10, 2008
Father of the Year
Yesterday, I watched a father chain his bike to a gate in Central Park then walk to a nearby drink stand to relax.
Clearly this man wanted to make sure his prized possession was not stolen.
However, after seeing a picture of the bike below, you have to question his levels of priorities.
Clearly this man wanted to make sure his prized possession was not stolen.
However, after seeing a picture of the bike below, you have to question his levels of priorities.
Tuesday, November 4, 2008
Monday, September 22, 2008
Monday, July 7, 2008
Tuesday, July 1, 2008
Street Art of the Week
I passed this graffiti on a door while walking down Elizabeth street.
I love messy, brilliant street art.
I love messy, brilliant street art.
Thursday, June 26, 2008
Sunday, March 23, 2008
What Year is it?
Today as I took the long way home from Easter brunch, I thought back to my the other three Easter holidays I have spent in the city.
The first year I lived in a tiny 6x10 bedroom attached to the Vanderbilt YMCA and I spent the day with my sorority sister, Lori, who flew up to spend the weekend with me. Lori and I went to my church on the Upper East Side, but sneaked out during the final hymn to grab a cupcake at Magnolia Bakery before her flight left.
The next year I met a friend in Coney Island for a corn dog and lemonade. With no family around, it seems as the only logical way to spend the Easter holiday.
Then last year, I met 4 girl friends at fancy church in midtown followed with chicken salad and Earl Gray tea at Alice's Tea Cup.
Today, I had spent my Easter brunch with dear friends at an apartment in the Lower East Side and was now walking the 30 blocks home in my three inch heels to soak in the beautiful city life.
I hear people say all the time how fast time goes by. But now as I reflected the last four Easters I had spent in this city, it seemed crazy how fast these years came and gone. These last three years have been some of the best times of my life, but I look at them in a blur. I found that instead of living moment by moment or even day by day, I was living paycheck to paycheck or weekend by weekend. Instead of taking life slow and enjoying that day, I was living by my monthly obligations like, paying rent by the 10th, volunteering on the 4th Sunday, and pay checks on the 15th and 30th. Days are no longer Mondays or Tuesdays, they are "two days till the weekend" or "I get paid in four days" or "Ahhh I can't wait for vacation next month."
Ever notice how slow the days were before the word obligation was actually an obligation?
By the time my toes started cramping from the hike home I realized my years were running together because I had organized it that way. What else can I expect when I count my year by 12 volunteer events, 24 paychecks, 48 weekends, a few holidays, and 1 ski trip? And although I do look forward to my annual list of activities and events, I suppose I could re-organize my list. Maybe replace numbers with people.
It's a start.
The first year I lived in a tiny 6x10 bedroom attached to the Vanderbilt YMCA and I spent the day with my sorority sister, Lori, who flew up to spend the weekend with me. Lori and I went to my church on the Upper East Side, but sneaked out during the final hymn to grab a cupcake at Magnolia Bakery before her flight left.
The next year I met a friend in Coney Island for a corn dog and lemonade. With no family around, it seems as the only logical way to spend the Easter holiday.
Then last year, I met 4 girl friends at fancy church in midtown followed with chicken salad and Earl Gray tea at Alice's Tea Cup.
Today, I had spent my Easter brunch with dear friends at an apartment in the Lower East Side and was now walking the 30 blocks home in my three inch heels to soak in the beautiful city life.
I hear people say all the time how fast time goes by. But now as I reflected the last four Easters I had spent in this city, it seemed crazy how fast these years came and gone. These last three years have been some of the best times of my life, but I look at them in a blur. I found that instead of living moment by moment or even day by day, I was living paycheck to paycheck or weekend by weekend. Instead of taking life slow and enjoying that day, I was living by my monthly obligations like, paying rent by the 10th, volunteering on the 4th Sunday, and pay checks on the 15th and 30th. Days are no longer Mondays or Tuesdays, they are "two days till the weekend" or "I get paid in four days" or "Ahhh I can't wait for vacation next month."
Ever notice how slow the days were before the word obligation was actually an obligation?
By the time my toes started cramping from the hike home I realized my years were running together because I had organized it that way. What else can I expect when I count my year by 12 volunteer events, 24 paychecks, 48 weekends, a few holidays, and 1 ski trip? And although I do look forward to my annual list of activities and events, I suppose I could re-organize my list. Maybe replace numbers with people.
It's a start.
Wednesday, February 27, 2008
Saturday, February 23, 2008
Wednesday, February 6, 2008
Fashion Orange
What do you get when you mix Christo's "The Gates" with designer Donna Karen during Fashion Week?
Sadly, both still look like Home Depot projects gone wrong.
I wonder which intern had the fabulous job of finding 75 unused bikes and spray-painting them highlighter orange in the middle of New York City?
Sadly, both still look like Home Depot projects gone wrong.
I wonder which intern had the fabulous job of finding 75 unused bikes and spray-painting them highlighter orange in the middle of New York City?
Tuesday, February 5, 2008
Bag Man
This morning I passed a homeless man carring a huge Fendi bag. I can respect that! He may not be able to eat for a week, but atleast he has a fantastic bag!
Sunday, February 3, 2008
Saturday, January 26, 2008
Only in New York!
Sign up now folks! Juggling AND stilt walking lessons for only $50!
My favorite part is the the fine print: meditative stress reliever.
Is that all it takes to relieve stress??? A few juggling and stilt walking lessons?
If that were the case, all 8 million New Yorkers would be walking around the city on stilts and juggling at all times! Talk about a new reason to visit New York!!!
Friday, January 25, 2008
Dogs of the Week
Hiiii little guy!!!!!!
Who isn't a sucker for a puppy in the front window of an Upper East Side pet store???
Who isn't tempted to whip out a $2,200 check the moment you lay eyes on these precious, defenceless pups?! What else is one to do when an eight week old dashound long haired puppy tilts his little head and gazes at you with that lingering question in his eyes? "Why won't you take me home? Why don't you hug and kiss me? I don't understand."
After 25 minutes of me trying to explain to each puppy that I didn't have $2,200 to buy them, yet I still loved each of them every much and they were all good boys and girls, the pet store owner finally asked me to leave.
Horse owners in Central Park tell me the same thing.
Who isn't a sucker for a puppy in the front window of an Upper East Side pet store???
Who isn't tempted to whip out a $2,200 check the moment you lay eyes on these precious, defenceless pups?! What else is one to do when an eight week old dashound long haired puppy tilts his little head and gazes at you with that lingering question in his eyes? "Why won't you take me home? Why don't you hug and kiss me? I don't understand."
After 25 minutes of me trying to explain to each puppy that I didn't have $2,200 to buy them, yet I still loved each of them every much and they were all good boys and girls, the pet store owner finally asked me to leave.
Horse owners in Central Park tell me the same thing.
Wednesday, January 9, 2008
Bryant Park
How amazing is this city when THIS is my walk home?!
She is the most beautiful thing in the world.
She is the most beautiful thing in the world.
Saturday, January 5, 2008
Dogs of the Week
I live for the weekends. I live for days of sleeping in till 1pm, rushing to meet the girls for brunch before 4pm and lazy walks around the city sipping on Starbucks and window shopping till dark.
Yeah, I live for those days!
Today was no exception to the rule.
An egg Benedict, two cups of coffee, and three juicy gossip stories later, we found ourselves shopping down Bleecker Street in the West Village.
Here are a few neighborhood friends I met along the walk.
Rocky and his owner outside Murray Cheese. Rocky, a French Mastiff, sat on the red bench and looked at the cheese through the window. Apparently, no one told this big guy he is not a lap dog.
Although Charlie isn't the best guard dog at The Bathroom , he is still a neighborhood favorite. Charlie conveniently positioned himself at the register so everyone who walked in the door would pet him. He never did left his head. He just enjoyed a nap and a little rub.
Yeah, I live for those days!
Today was no exception to the rule.
An egg Benedict, two cups of coffee, and three juicy gossip stories later, we found ourselves shopping down Bleecker Street in the West Village.
Here are a few neighborhood friends I met along the walk.
Rocky and his owner outside Murray Cheese. Rocky, a French Mastiff, sat on the red bench and looked at the cheese through the window. Apparently, no one told this big guy he is not a lap dog.
Although Charlie isn't the best guard dog at The Bathroom , he is still a neighborhood favorite. Charlie conveniently positioned himself at the register so everyone who walked in the door would pet him. He never did left his head. He just enjoyed a nap and a little rub.
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