Posts Tagged ‘new york city’

It’s Like Flickr, but in 1930

November 12, 2010

One of the highlights of last week was checking out the Alfred Stieglitz’s New York photo gallery at the Southstreet Seaport Museum.  Very interesting stuff, for city dwellers or not.  It’s open through January and highly recommended if you can make it. 

Happy Friday!!

– J

Let There Be Light (And Dinosaurs)

June 28, 2010

After an exhausting week, Roomie and I decided it would be a good idea to stay in on Friday night, order a giant pizza, have few drinks and watch Jurassic Park.  I don’t feel this was an unfair request of life, seeing as how it had spent the last 5 days repeatedly kicking me in the face.

Around about 8:30 we experienced what I am told is called a “Brown Out”.  This is somewhat less severe than a black out.  I didn’t know there was a color-coded threat level system in place for power outages.  This must be where they got the idea for our national terrorism danger rainbow.  I called ConEd and asked what color alert a light bulb burning out is so I can be prepared.  They hung up on me.

Basically, a brown out is something only major city power grids can be absurd enough to create.  Some of the power goes out.  We lost power to all the lights and all but 4 outlets.  Two in the living room and one in each of our bedrooms.  This still left us with the air conditioner and the TV working so it really didn’t throw us off that much.  We did have to run an extension cord to the fridge though.

I slept in the living room since my room doesn’t have an AC in it.  Apparently things got worse during the night and the city of New York issued a full-on black out in Astoria.  At 4AM I woke up in a puddle of my own sweat and misery so I opened the window to let some air in.  And of course ConEd was outside cutting into the street with a giant saw theoretically attempting to fix the problem. 

Next time I want a relaxing night at home I’ll ask life for something simpler.  Just Ramen, water and network tv maybe.

– J

I ♥ NY (And Analogies)

May 3, 2010

It’s funny how your opinion of something can change over time.  I remember when I was around 13 I got my first electric razor.  This is a big step in a young man’s life.  About once a week when the time came, I’d announce to the world at large (way before Facebook status updates), “I’m going to shave now!!  ‘Cause, you know, I have to shave.  ‘Cause I’m a man.”  About 30 seconds later, I was ready to kill a grizzly bear with my bare hands and raw masculinity.

Nowadays, forget it.  It’s a nuisance and something I put off as long as possible.  Seriously, God.  Did man really need hair on his neck, some of the most sensitive skin on the body?  Methinks not.

The new just wears off certain things with exposure.  Some faster than others.  You don’t always feel your point of view changing.  You just wake up one day and realize that it has. It happens with stages of life, where you live, who you love.  Everything.  For me, New York City has been a series of ups and downs in this way.  Some days I can’t imagine being anywhere else, others I wonder what I was ever thinking moving back.

I think living here parallels quite nicely with a budding romantic relationship.  The inital exhilarating fall into love is very much like the tourist phase, when everything about that person amazes you and you hear yourself saying things like, “I just love the way she eats her broccoli.  It’s so cute.”

Fortunately, the amazement phase is a short one.  You’re still amazed by them but it’s more in deep appreciation than constant surprise.  As you settle into the relationship you find yourself getting so familiar with them that you function together seamlessly, able to anticipate each other’s feelings and actions.  In the same way that I automatically knew to leave a little early this morning because it was raining and the trains would probably be running slow.  

This city pisses me off to no end sometimes.  It’s chaotic and it has taken me hours to accomplish things that would only take 30 minutes if I just had a car or a Wal-Mart.  The crowds, the nasty summers, the constant assault on the senses.  But I choose to stay, because this city also has things and people I love and wonder if I can ever live without.  For every sweat-soaked wait for a train, there’s a gorgeous view and another park to play in.  And for every time someone you’re with infuriates you, there’s every time they make you feel alive.  And hey, she still looks cute when she eats her broccoli.

I guess the goal here is to keep things in perspective.  Something being broken-in isn’t the same as it being broken.  Be it relationships or residences. 

Happy Monday everyone.

– J

The March of J

March 24, 2010

I love this time of year.  It’s when Spring and Winter weather fight it out to determine what people will wear each day and the accuracy of groundhogs.  Most of you know my absolute loathing of summer heat, but even I have to get excited about Spring in the city.  That hard edge NYC can grind into people softens just a little bit.  I mean, it’s kind of hard to be a tough New Yorker when you’re lounging in Bryant Park eating ice cream.

So… It’s been while.  How you doin’?


Worth Sharing

January 20, 2010

Hey guys!

Wanted to share a pretty cool resource for us New Yorker’s (home-grown or transplanted).  First shown to me by Melissa over at baby rocks (a wonderful new site, proudly brought to you by tumblr).


I might be a little late to this particular party, so forgive me if you’ve already heard about it.  It’s a great way to find out what’s up in whatever piece of NYC you’ve chosen to call home.  I may start submitting to it if I come across anything worth sharing in my ‘hood.

Happy Wednesday!!

– J

Guy Fawkes was a Mets Fan

November 5, 2009

Remember, remember the fifth of November
The Yankees, a World Series they bought
A-Rod is the reason, the Mets fans this season
Will forever, be distraught

I’m not a particularly avid baseball fan or anything (though I am a Mets fan by association).  I just wanted an excuse to use The Fifth of November poem today.

Have a good one!

– J

The Times (Square), They are a Changin’

September 30, 2009

The Virgin Megastore on Times Square is being replaced by a Forever 21.


Oh, and an American Eagle is opening up right across the street from it.  Times Square is supposed to be energy, traffic and excitement.  It should live up to its image as “the crossroads of the world”.  Instead, in just a few months it’s become a popular lounge area with all the spunk of a well-lit outlet mall.

Why do I have the sudden urge to watch Empire Records?

– J

A Three For All

September 30, 2009

So today marks 3 years back in NYC. 

That’s about 1,577,846 New York minutes and about 1,500 country miles away from Texas. 

Eventually I guess I’ll reach a point where I stop counting.  For now I still enjoy looking back every year and thinking about what’s happened.  And I have no idea how to put this past year into words.

A funny thing happens to me every three years or so.  I usually look around and say to myself, “Well, this has been fun. But now I’ve seen this and it’s time to move on.”  Then I uproot my entire life and take off in another direction.  This pattern has gone on the last 10 years or so.  The odd thing about this 3 year block of time though, is that I have no desire to change anything.  I’m happy with my life, I feel like God is using me here, and I’m having way too much fun.

Again, thanks to everyone who reads these little scribbles and also to anyone who has befriended me here in NYC.  Y’all are truly blessings from God and the reason I’m still here. 

– J

Tri Queens, It’s Great!

June 17, 2009

Reason I love NYC # 1,137




Where’s Mr. Bean when you need him??

– J

Proper Training

March 19, 2009

Build-a-Blog request:  Ali – “A rant about: a) subway etiquette…”

I wasn’t going to do this topic right away, but after this morning’s commute it just needed to happen.

She got on the train and I thought, “Wow!  She’s cute.”  She saw me at the other end of the bench seat and smiled sweetly as she put her iPod ear-buds in.

She then started playing techno music so loud that I could hear every beat of it from six feet away, making her much less attractive than I originally assumed.  I’m not knocking techno here.  To each their own.  But for me personally, 8 o’clock in the A.M. is a bit early for a remix of “Get Your Sexy On” at 120 decibels.

I promise I’m not an old man who hates loud music.  Quite the opposite in fact.  It’s just that I have this crazy notion of respecting people around me and trying to be considerate.

The music thing is actually my number two aggravation on the subway.  It is topped only by those people so in luv they feel the need to make out in front of everyone to let us know.  A little PDA is fine, but I don’t believe The Subway Seat should be added to the Kama Sutra anytime soon.  And if ever I see a couple on the train making out while listening to loud music on their iPods, that’s it.  I’m pulling the emergency break cord and beating them with it.

– J (Saw Something and Said Something)


January 21, 2009

Bull riding is like tubing at the lake.  You hang on for dear life while matching stride with what you’re riding and try not to get thrown off.  Except you ride a bull on dirt instead of water.  And it’s an angry 3,000 pound animal and not an soft inflatable tube.  And most of the time, a tube won’t try to mow you down and gore you in the back once you get bounced off.  So I guess what I’m saying is, Bull riding is nothing like tubing.  At all.

It is however, a wonderful spectator sport.  I went to see the PBR at Madison Square Garden a few weeks ago and will do so again every chance I get.  I know there are countless jokes to be made at the expense of a sport where men willingly strap themselves to angry bulls and possibly endure unspeakable trauma for money.  I also know it’s not for everyone (especially in NYC) and I don’t fault people for not enjoying it.  But I am annoyed by those that feel the need to make smart ass remarks to me because I do.  An age of tolerance?  Only if it’s popular…

But I digress.  It was a great show and I’m really glad I went.  I’d like to point out that they still publicly pray before the event begins.  I believe they are among the last official sports that still do this.  Not to mention the 20 minute celebration of how awesome America is.  They even had a flaming U.S.A. in the dirt to drive the point home. 

Pro rodeo is different than your average local or state rodeo in that there is no calf roping, barrel racing, etc.  They get straight to the point.  It’s about 2 1/2 hours of almost uninterrupted bull riding.  Soon as one ride is over, the next gate flies open a minute or two later.  Thankfully, nobody was seriously hurt.  In fact, the cowboy who was in the worst wreck we saw (and it was a doozy) actually came back to take second overall.  Any man that gets hung up in a rope, slung around and stomped on only to come back and make a 90 point ride 45 minutes later gets my respect. 

Check it out if you get a chance.  Either on TV or in person, I think you’ll enjoy it more than you might expect.

Y’all be good,

– J

Entertaining Juxtaposition

January 7, 2009

A while back I mentioned seeing Jason Webley perform.  Last night me, Roomie and Mrs. Roomie got a chance to see him again at The Zipper Factory.  Such a great show.  Check him out if you get a chance.  I’ve really begun to appreciate the underground music (and comedy) scene here in the city.  The performers aren’t so polluted by money and fame like they tend to be in mainstream. 

Also befitting this blog’s tag line, I’ll be heading to the PBR (Professional Bull Riders) at Madison Square Garden this Sunday for the third and final day of the Built Ford Tough Series.  In my combined three and a half years in NYC I haven’t seen anything at MSG yet, and I think it’s just all too ironic that my first will be a rodeo.  I’ll try to get some pictures and provide a recap for you.

Have a good’n!

– J (lover of all things bohemian and bovine)

City Spots

December 17, 2008

I’m very fond of Central Park.  This is relatively common knowledge.  I know it well, particularly the southern half below the Reservoir.

Across the Bow Bridge (go to Bethesda Fountain and head Northwest) is an area known as “The Ramble“.  It’s appropriately named as it’s nothing but winding paths through hilly woods.  For months about half of it has been closed off while some kind of work was being done.  Much to my excitement this past Saturday, I found it was open again. 

If you have a chance, go check it out.  They’ve added new paths that go along the edge of the lake that give an amazing view of the city skyline as it interacts with the parks natural beauty.  I went around 4:00, just before sunset this time of year.  I recommend you do the same.  It was beautiful.  You’ll know the new sections by the fresh cement and black hand rails.

– “Rambling” J

I Love This Sitty

October 30, 2008

Reason I ♥ NY # 837:

Yesterday I saw a man walking down the street with a full grown cat sitting on his head.

If I’d had my camera with me I would have a new LOLCat for you all today.  For those unfamiliar with this wonderful internet phenomenon, see the I Can Has Cheezburger link on the right.

Have a good’n!

– J

Experiencing Nature

October 15, 2008

A peaceful fall scene.  I sit on a bench under a large tree by a pond in Central Park watching ducks do ducky things.  I enjoy the wind and sounds of children playing in the field behind me.  Above me, a sudden rustling…

I look, and directly above me a twig about a foot long rests on the branch of the tree I’m residing under.  A pretty blue bird has begun to peck at it.  He pecks at the leaves on the twig, he pokes at the twig itself, then he looks down at me.  He pecks, he pokes, he looks and continues this pattern. 

Now, it doesn’t take much intelligence to know better than to look north at the south side of a bird.  But fear not, this bird was at the other end of a long twig and I was in no danger of being birded upon.

“How neat!” I think to myself, “I’m going to sit here and watch a bird build a nest.”  A minute or two passed and eventually the bird pushed the twig from the branch and it fell just behind me.  He hopped over where the twig was, directly above me, and looked down at me.  We locked eyes.  I had a moment with nature.  It was as if this bird and I were somehow connecting. 

He then turned around, stuck his tail feathers up and dropped the biggest birdy bomb I’ve ever seen.  I narrowly avoided it by very dramatically leaping aside, much to the enjoyment of the ducks.

Ladies and Gentlemen, THAT EFFING BIRD MOVED A STICK SO HE COULD CRAP ON ME.  I swear to you, he made up his mind that he was going to take a dump on me, and then put forth the effort of moving something in his way to get a clear shot.

I believe I would have sold my soul for a pellet gun right about then.

You just can’t make this stuff up.

– J (former nature lover)