It floated around in the air for a moment and then alighted on the street, inches from the curb, behind a silent ice cream truck. It fluttered its wings open and closed a few times, as if to show off, and then floated back into the air.
...read more hereI continued this way all the way down to Chambers street, passing the 42nd street library, the empire state building, the Flatiron building, my therapist’s office, 14th street, the NYU campus, the store where I bought my rain boots, Canal street, City Hall…
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There’s something about that whole area, down near the Tenement Museum, the Orchard Street mall, Rivington Avenue… something makes you look around and say “is all this real?” Certainly it used to be real. That’s one of the things that gentrification does; it takes a neighborhood that used to be real and changes it completely while trying to make it look like it hasn’t changed at all.
...read more hereThe divider in the middle of my street had a beautiful pink flowering plant that wasn’t there yesterday. Spring is here.
...read more hereA girl is outside with her headphones on, practicing her music video dance moves. It’s a nice day to be outside with no jacket.
A woman in the grocery store bought one third of the store’s inventory and paid for it with a credit card.
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I don’t know what it is about me and big windows. I love to hang out of a window. Especially one that’s near the ground or has a fire escape, such that there isn’t far for me to fall if I do fall. I don’t usually fall. I’ve never fallen out of a window, actually.
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“Oh man,” he exclaimed, “New York ain’t got no shortage of good looking women!”
He was talking about me, of course. Who else would he be talking about?
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On the other hand, I once tried to get a job in Red Hook. I didn’t get the job, but I remember the neighborhood as being charming. Clearly this job and my brother’s job were not on the same street… but I can’t remember what street either was on…
...read more hereThis is actually pretty true to life… although as a matter of pure accuracy, this video should be called “shit native New Yorkers who are older than I am say.”
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It’s hard to describe Bensonhurst… but it’s one of those places that when you’re there, you know you’re there. It’s one of those places in Brooklyn where the subway runs in open air, where there is paint peeling off the columns and graffiti marking the walls of what probably were gorgeous Dorian-styled stations a hundred or so years ago…
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