Today's New York State Of Mind Is: Reflective
I have not posted a blog for the past year. It has not been a good year.
The time has come to take this blog to another level. A more serious level.
As my profile describes, I will begin to include entries that reflect the issues that are affecting many people at this time.
I thank you for your patience and look forward to your continued readership.
Jaded NYer
Thursday, October 6, 2011
Tuesday, August 24, 2010
Self Centered
Today's New York State Of Mind Is: Self Centered
On this past Sunday, while everyone else was conflicted, tortured, protesting and otherwise enraged and engaged regarding the building of the Mosque in NYC, I decided to avoid the subject entirely.
After all, Sunday August 22nd was My Birthday.
It's an international Holiday in ME Land.
Here is how it went.
So I get up and it's raining lightly. In laws are dropping by around 12.
They dropped by and left.
Around 1:30, I called Mole a wonderful restaurant located on Jane Street to see what flavor Margaritas they were making today. They said Ginger, Coconut and Cucumber. I said O. They said what would I like?
THEN THE MONSOON RAIN STARTED!!!!
Still home at 2:30 after waiting for the rain to end, I said screw it let's just go.
We got wet on the way to the bus but that was the worst of it. It took FOREVER to get into the city.
Mass Transit is bad enough on a weekday, but on the weekends, you become a Hostage to the MTA.
What does MTA stand for:
MTA - Morons Transporting Assholes
MTA - Massive Transportation Atrophy
MTA - Moving Turtlelike Again
Once there, around 4pm, I started my planned itinerary.
First stop was in the Village to buy Incense. Mission accomplished.
Second stop on the way was to get my Birthday Cupcakes. So on to Magnolia whose Chocolate/Chocolate I love. Waited on LINE to get into the shop. Bought two of those and two vanilla. Birthday cake secure, headed to next stop.
Next stop is a place called Soapology (it's my new religion) for homemade soaps. Got a free hand treatment while there. Now if I was a man that could be taken many ways lol, but the hand treatment was a testing of different scrubs and lotions. It was nice. Bought two soaps.
NOW I could go to MOLE.
Got to Mole, had great food and drinks - yes he made the strawberry for me, hubby had something called a "Smokey Margarita" which he said was more of a mans drink. After leaving well fed we walked down Jane street to the piers. Took some pictures but was too rainy earlier to get much. Walked further down to where the bluesfest was, but to get on the pier you had to check all your bags.
I said screw that, I just bought all this stuff, I am not letting go of it.
So we walked on the the subway to head back.
Got back, lit some Incense, made coffee and ate ate Birthday cupcakes. All gone.
All in All it was a good Birthday. Perhaps I'll have another one.
*************
Shameless plug:
BUY FRANK COTOLO'S BOOK - MOLOTOV MEMOIRS
http://www.blurb.com/bookstore/detail/1268135
On this past Sunday, while everyone else was conflicted, tortured, protesting and otherwise enraged and engaged regarding the building of the Mosque in NYC, I decided to avoid the subject entirely.
After all, Sunday August 22nd was My Birthday.
It's an international Holiday in ME Land.
Here is how it went.
So I get up and it's raining lightly. In laws are dropping by around 12.
They dropped by and left.
Around 1:30, I called Mole a wonderful restaurant located on Jane Street to see what flavor Margaritas they were making today. They said Ginger, Coconut and Cucumber. I said O. They said what would I like?I said Watermelon or Strawberry, it's my Birthday.
The bartender whose name was Ivo said he would make strawberry for me, when were were coming in? I said after 4pm for dinner.
I had planned to do my shopping first then go to dinner.
THEN THE MONSOON RAIN STARTED!!!!
Still home at 2:30 after waiting for the rain to end, I said screw it let's just go.
We got wet on the way to the bus but that was the worst of it. It took FOREVER to get into the city.
Mass Transit is bad enough on a weekday, but on the weekends, you become a Hostage to the MTA.
What does MTA stand for:
MTA - Morons Transporting Assholes
MTA - Massive Transportation Atrophy
MTA - Moving Turtlelike Again
Once there, around 4pm, I started my planned itinerary.
First stop was in the Village to buy Incense. Mission accomplished.
Second stop on the way was to get my Birthday Cupcakes. So on to Magnolia whose Chocolate/Chocolate I love. Waited on LINE to get into the shop. Bought two of those and two vanilla. Birthday cake secure, headed to next stop.
Next stop is a place called Soapology (it's my new religion) for homemade soaps. Got a free hand treatment while there. Now if I was a man that could be taken many ways lol, but the hand treatment was a testing of different scrubs and lotions. It was nice. Bought two soaps.
NOW I could go to MOLE.
Got to Mole, had great food and drinks - yes he made the strawberry for me, hubby had something called a "Smokey Margarita" which he said was more of a mans drink. After leaving well fed we walked down Jane street to the piers. Took some pictures but was too rainy earlier to get much. Walked further down to where the bluesfest was, but to get on the pier you had to check all your bags.
I said screw that, I just bought all this stuff, I am not letting go of it.
So we walked on the the subway to head back.
Got back, lit some Incense, made coffee and ate ate Birthday cupcakes. All gone.
All in All it was a good Birthday. Perhaps I'll have another one.
*************
Shameless plug:
BUY FRANK COTOLO'S BOOK - MOLOTOV MEMOIRS
Sunday, July 18, 2010
Enough Already!
Today's New York State Of Mind Is: Enough Already!
Although I was born a summer baby, I am done done done with this heat. Enough Already!
Summer in the asphalt jungle is never fun. Unless you are an Apple.
Last summer was great - no 90 degree days until the end of August. You could actually go out and do stuff without the risk of heat stroke just trying to do basic things. Of course all the heat loving cry-babies were all WAH WAH it's too cold to go to the beach, WAH WAH it's not hot enough to tan myself into a nice case of melanoma. I say Too F@@@ing Bad!!! I'd rather be able to breathe. You want to fry yourself like bacon, move to the Equator and get crispy instead of pushing your collective will on the rest of us who would like to enjoy the outdoors without passing out. Enough Already!
Life is supposed to be enjoyed not endured.
For those of you who need a break as well, mediating on the picture below just might provide a little bit of comfort.
Yes folks, nice, cool, SNOW!!!!!!!
Although I was born a summer baby, I am done done done with this heat. Enough Already!
Summer in the asphalt jungle is never fun. Unless you are an Apple.
Last summer was great - no 90 degree days until the end of August. You could actually go out and do stuff without the risk of heat stroke just trying to do basic things. Of course all the heat loving cry-babies were all WAH WAH it's too cold to go to the beach, WAH WAH it's not hot enough to tan myself into a nice case of melanoma. I say Too F@@@ing Bad!!! I'd rather be able to breathe. You want to fry yourself like bacon, move to the Equator and get crispy instead of pushing your collective will on the rest of us who would like to enjoy the outdoors without passing out. Enough Already!
Life is supposed to be enjoyed not endured.
For those of you who need a break as well, mediating on the picture below just might provide a little bit of comfort.
Yes folks, nice, cool, SNOW!!!!!!!
Sunday, July 11, 2010
Out & About
Today's New York State Of Mind Is: Out & About
Well, what a week it has been. Having survived triple digit heat, subways, buses, and the usual metronome of mediocrity for the week, I decided it was time to take a break.
After work Friday night, I met my husband and we went out for dinner at a Mexican Restaurant called Mole. It is in the west village, on Jane Street. The food was spectacular, and the drinks were refreshing. They make Margaritas with fresh fruit puree and no sour mix. The flavors for the night were: Cucumber, Coconut, Ginger, and Mango. We tried them all except Coconut. Nice place. Would go back again.
Then we walked over to Pier 54, part of the Hudson River Park, to watch the sunset. When we got to the Pier we saw that there were all these unusual cars parked on it.
After further investigation, we found out that it was the starting point of something called "The Bull Run" which is a race across country from New York to Las Vegas. The race was to begin on Saturday, and several of the drivers were there tending to their cars. We wished them luck and went on our way.
We continued walking downtown till we got to another set of Piers so we could view the water unobstructed.
As twilight approached, we made our way to the next stop.
Someone was putting on a concert on a fire escape. By this time it was dark and the staircase of the fire escape was lit up with lights and lanterns. A man in a hat was talking into a microphone holding an accordion, about to introduce "The Lady In The Red Dress" who was next up to sing. They announced themselves as the "Renegade Cabaret" and apparently they play all over the city in strange and random spots. We listened to a couple of songs and then descended into the subway to head home. It had been a fun night.
Well, what a week it has been. Having survived triple digit heat, subways, buses, and the usual metronome of mediocrity for the week, I decided it was time to take a break.
After work Friday night, I met my husband and we went out for dinner at a Mexican Restaurant called Mole. It is in the west village, on Jane Street. The food was spectacular, and the drinks were refreshing. They make Margaritas with fresh fruit puree and no sour mix. The flavors for the night were: Cucumber, Coconut, Ginger, and Mango. We tried them all except Coconut. Nice place. Would go back again.
Then we walked over to Pier 54, part of the Hudson River Park, to watch the sunset. When we got to the Pier we saw that there were all these unusual cars parked on it.
After further investigation, we found out that it was the starting point of something called "The Bull Run" which is a race across country from New York to Las Vegas. The race was to begin on Saturday, and several of the drivers were there tending to their cars. We wished them luck and went on our way.
We continued walking downtown till we got to another set of Piers so we could view the water unobstructed.
As twilight approached, we made our way to the next stop.
John Lennon's West Village apartment on Bank Street. 105 Bank Street to be precise. On the 16th October 1971, John and Yoko moved to this Greenwich Village loft, renting it from Jerry Butler of the Lovin’ Spoonful. It had two large rooms and a wrought-iron staircase which led up to a small roof garden. John lived in this apartment until early 1973.
We continued on to our next destination: Magnolia Bakery on Bleeker street for cupcakes. Yummy. We bought 4 of them and had them boxed to go so we could have them at home with a nice pot of coffee.
As we were making our way over to sixth avenue to find the F train, I suddenly had the wish that I could go back in time 39 years, and walk back to Bank street and ask Mr. Lennon if I could use his bathroom. The Margaritas had made me need to pee. Not being able to find "The Doctor" or the TARDIS, I had to settle for asking at a nearby Church. After much relief, and thanking and blessing them, we sojourned on.
Walking onward toward the subway we stumbled upon a new phenomenon:
Someone was putting on a concert on a fire escape. By this time it was dark and the staircase of the fire escape was lit up with lights and lanterns. A man in a hat was talking into a microphone holding an accordion, about to introduce "The Lady In The Red Dress" who was next up to sing. They announced themselves as the "Renegade Cabaret" and apparently they play all over the city in strange and random spots. We listened to a couple of songs and then descended into the subway to head home. It had been a fun night.Monday, July 5, 2010
Tranquil
Today's New York State Of Mind is: Tranquil.
Despite the scorching heat and summer swelter that some people seem to adore so much (YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE), some of us would rather chill out in the sanctuary of nature.
Specifically in a birdhouse.
An air conditioned one.
While everyone bakes at the beach, I baked a strawberry pie in my air conditioned birdhouse.
It was very good. Paired well with a nice white wine.
Although it is unfit for human habitation outside, I can still travel to many places.
Mostly in my mind.
However, taking the time to appreciate the tranquility of the day is important to me because it is rare.
This is Jaded NYer sharing a rare moment of tranquility with all of you and sending wishes for you to find such a moment yourself.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)