Jesus & Mo
Posted in etc. on Thursday, Feb. 16, 2006Cut my infidel head off, but I like Jesus & Mo.
Archive for February, 2006
A brush with death: subway track diving 101
Posted in NYC on Wednesday, Feb. 15, 2006
(my baby)
What have you dived onto the subway tracks for? Come on, I know I’m not the only one, since I read Thomas Beller’s iPod on the Tracks in the NYTimes.
Read the rest of this entry »newyorkette luvs you
Posted in etc. on Tuesday, Feb. 14, 2006
Is this how you feel?
Well, if you’re alone on Valentine’s Day today, don’t let it get you down! Take courage from all that you have been spared! Here’s a few links that’ll make you feel lucky to be free.
Central Park: Snow People
Posted in etc. on Monday, Feb. 13, 2006The cool thing about living in New York City is not being stuck in the suburbs when it snows a mere 26 and a half inches.
Tables for One: Gray’s Papaya
Posted in tables for one: when you vant to/must eat alone on Monday, Feb. 13, 2006
In the “cheap and cheerful” category of Tables for One, you’re not a New Yorker (or New Yorkette) if you haven’t counted on Gray’s Papaya at the corner of 72nd & B’way at one time or another. The “Recession Special,” two hot dogs and a drink for $1.95 will get you through that pesky little rough patch after paying your taxes.
Some people’s rough patches are longer (and peskier) than others, Read the rest of this entry »
Snow!
Posted in etc. on Friday, Feb. 10, 2006
Been reading the news, and it seems like everything’s the same as yesterday, but slightly worse.
So for me, the big news is: snow this weekend!
Emdashes: The New Yorker Cliff Notes
Posted in etc. on Friday, Feb. 10, 2006For those of you too lazy to read The New Yorker yourselves, and even too lazy to read the cartoons yourself (just how lazy can you get?) see Emily Gordon’s Emdashes. You’ll never have to wonder if you’re reading the right article right again!
José Bové
Posted in etc. on Thursday, Feb. 9, 2006
(image from here)
Heavily mustachioed French farmer and activist, José Bové, who rode his tractor through a MacDonald’s in France, and then rode same tractor cross country (in a scene that was the opposite of your typical L.A. car chase) to his first day in jail, arrived at JFK (by airplane) and was aussitôt sent home on the next plane back to whence he came.
[NYT]
FYI: no, I don’t live in Poughkeepsie
Posted in etc. on Thursday, Feb. 9, 2006All you people who asked me if I was in Poughkeepsie (including the person who invited me to lunch), no, I wasn’t. That reference to picking my feet in Poughkeepsie (below) came from The French Connection.
People, if you don’t know this movie, get on it! It’s required watching. Wanna see great 1970’s New York, the best car-subway (not subway car) chase scene ever? The craziest interrogation lines? Here’s where the Poughkeepsie ref comes from:
NYT: T.M. (non) I.
Posted in etc. on Tuesday, Feb. 7, 2006There are some unreliable narrators who simply have nothing interesting enough to get their chops busted by Oprah for. Somehow I never noticed this section of the NYTimes, but God help me I found it, and now I simply demand to know, what is this crap?
[NYT: metropolitan diary]
SNL: not dead yet
Posted in etc. on Monday, Feb. 6, 2006
(image from mrbill.com)
Don’t you young people just love it when the establishment starts poking around SNL to pull a story out of its ass for you young folks? For the update on SNL’s vital signs, see CNN’s diagnosis.
No, SNL is not dead yet! And neither is Mr. Bill! Just for you old folks, see his continuing adventures here.
Tables for One: the luncheonette/diner — Stage
Posted in tables for one: when you vant to/must eat alone on Sunday, Feb. 5, 2006
(image from here)
I’m a true believer in the luncheonette/diner as the haven for those who want to (or have to) eat alone while surrounded by the texture and variety of people and banal-yet-eclectic conversations that can’t be heard anywhere else: your seat at the counter of your local (though gradually becoming extinct) luncheonette/diner. In this case, the Stage Restaurant at Second Avenue between 7th and 8th Streets, next to STOMP. Read the rest of this entry »
Betty Friedan, hello and goodbye
Posted in etc. on Sunday, Feb. 5, 2006I have to admit, Betty Friedan was before my time, and I hadn’t even heard of her till now, believe it or not. I’d always taken it for granted that as a woman my ass was covered by whatever the feminists had paved the way for while I was playing with my Dinah doll. I read some of her writing yesterday to inform myself, and was impressed, and also surprised to learn she lived in New York, but still didn’t know what to say about her. Then I read Andrew Sullivan’s post about her, and I hope he won’t mind me quoting him here (read his entire post in the Daily Dish here):
“It is quite fashionable to regard feminism as a somewhat exhausted movement. That may be, but the rescuing of many women from the constrained choices they once faced is surely one of the most important and humane changes of the last century.”
But not being of Betty’s or Gloria Steinem’s generation myself (Andrew is only two years older than I am so I was puzzled), I’d always understood the fight for women’s rights over the years as part of an ongoing human and social evolution where the rescuing of anyone “from the constrained choices they once faced is surely one of the most important and humane changes of the last century.” And this century too. Any human being, male or female. The feminist movement in its purest form was based on the principle that women are human beings, and that when half of humanity is oppressed, the other half, men, are damaged too.
So who thinks Betty Friedan’s feminism is exhausted?
Java NYkette style means never having to pay more than $1.25 a cuppa.
Posted in etc. on Saturday, Feb. 4, 2006
(That is, unless someone else is buying.)
For someone who agrees, see Sally Tomato’s Ode to the Cart Coffee Man, here.
For a hot cuppa java the coffee cart guy rules (you must already know what I think of Starbucks, but if you don’t, see below).
(may I recommend the coffee cart pictured here, situated just outside of Starbucks on 41st and b’way?)
Demonstrating NYPD object to heavyhanded surveillance by NYPD: sue selves
Posted in NYC on Friday, Feb. 3, 2006This is just what I like to see in the morning when I’m barely awake. An article in the NYTimes depicting demonstrating NYPD officers complaining that NYPD surveillance of their NYPD demonstrations in 2004 had been so intimidating that their first amendment rights were violated. “Boo hoo hoo, we were just awful, we couldn’t bear ourselves, we intimidated ourselves, we’re not putting up with it, we have rights!”
I hope this article doesn’t evaporate into thin air by the time I take my shower. It could just be a trick of light in my dark kitchen.
Here comes The Sun
Posted in NYC on Friday, Feb. 3, 2006Or not.
Gawker’s got the lowdown on The Sun’s blitz of free papers being found on doorsteps and slid between the lips of innocently bystanding issues of The New York Times unfortunate enough to have been sent to said doorstep first.
What I want to know is, where’s my Sun, dude? What, Washington Heights not stuffy enough? That’s right, Sun People! We’ll vomit you outta here as fast as that Starbucks that closed down on 137th street and Broadway. What Starbucks on 137th street, you ask? That’s right, what Starbucks! Heheheheheh. We’re not the LES up here!
(For one thing, anything left on our doorsteps is stolen within seconds.)
