Dear person with luggage,
WTF are you doing bringing luggage on a rush hour train!
Love, Me
Dear Fluffy mom with fluffy children,
You do not ask them to do you a favor. You tell them, “Do this for me because I’m your mother and I gave you life.”
Love, Me
There is no rhyme or reason for my photos, I just shoot what interests me.
There are a lot of playgrounds in the city.
I had no idea what this was, so I googled it and you can click on the link to read about it, or you can google Tudor City like I did.
There is a lot of tile work in the subway. Most of it is the name of the station, sometimes it is a picture. This is at the 96th and Lexington subway stop (or maybe the 110th, I’m not really sure). If you look closely, you can see that the man is wearing a NY Yankee baseball cap.
This morning I had a great idea, I thought. It came to me when I looked out my window and saw the bus. My thought was that instead of taking the #6 train and being smooshed all the way to Grand Central, I could take the bus down Second Ave and then walk to Grand Central.
First I checked to make sure the bus went all the way to Grand Central, then I went to the bus stop since I knew where it was a couple of blocks from my apartment. It was freezing cold and pretty soon I saw the bus, and it drove right past the stop, it was in the middle lane too. About 4 or 5 buses drove by without stopping and by this time it was too late to walk to the #6 train.
Travel time was about the same, but waiting 20 minutes and freezing, I would rather be squished on the subway.
I’m just throwing random titles up. I have decided to start doing photo posts. Every time I take pictures, I’m going to post them here. So no clicking links to see my pictures they will all be here.
First set:
Em had a Groupon for this store, she didn’t buy any yarn, just a loom and a pretty bag, but now that she knows what selection they have she is going through her yarn at home and planning to come back.
This is the dress I mentioned in my last post. I cropped out my face for obvious reasons.
In eleven (11) hours!!
Squeeeeee!!
When I moved into my apartment I bought a Keurig. I figured it would pay for itself with the money I would save by not stopping at Starbucks every morning. I was buying K-cups for a while, then decided to get a filter. I just started using the filter this week.
The coffee was more then I expected but when I figured out the price per cup, I would save 40¢ a cup. Now I had the problem of what to do with the coffee grounds, since with the K-cups you just toss them out.
After doing some extensive research (I went to ask.com and typed in ‘Coffee grounds down the drain’) I discovered that some people said you shouldn’t dump grounds in the drain, others said they had been doing for years with no problem, a couple of plumbers said, go ahead and dump grounds down the drain (Ka-ching!). I live in an apartment and am probably not the only one drinking coffee so I wouldn’t be the only suspect, but it wouldn’t be very nice.
As for putting them in the garden (did I mention I live in a 4th floor walk-up?) I don’t have a garden, I don’t even have a window box, I don’t even know if my landlord would allow me to have a window box. My boss suggested I save them and put them in a park, but I am a little shy.
However the real problem is how to get them out of the filter without just rinsing them out and down the drain. This morning I ended up putting a paper towel in the sink over the drain and filtering them that way. I will have to settle for keeping as much as I can out of the drain.
I had already picked this title and was forming the blog post in my head, when it kind of got ruined.
There is a new Apple store opening in Grand Central Terminal and Em has been going on about how she wants to be there for the opening, to ‘pay homage’ to Steve Jobs. So I had planned to write about how her love for her new friend was making her forget her old friend, since she hadn’t once mentioned him, then today I got an instant message:
Don’t forget to see John for me tomorrow and say hi. I won’t be able to come down again this year. In 2012 the anniversary will fall on a Saturday. I will be there!!!
I had to tell her she ruined my blog post.
However I think I found a way to save it.
Grand Central Terminal, where everyone waits. For a train, for the subway, for the lady to toast your bagel, for friends coming to visit, and for the Apple store to open.
There are many rules on the subway. Don’t walk between cars, don’t ride on the outside of the cars, don’t grope your fellow commuters, and don’t lean against the doors.
The MTA says that these rules are for our (the commuters) safety, and I will say that any guy groping me risks his life (or parts of his anatomy) and that could get messy, but consider this scenario.
A fun-sized female (guess who!) gets on an über crowded subway train (#6), she gets a spot too far from a pole to hold onto and the ones overhead are way to high to reach. So what are her choices? She can do a dance in an attempt to keep her balance which makes her look like she is attempting to summon the ancient Mayan god of the underground and puts her at risk for landing in the lap of an octogenarian wearing a Knicks (ew!) hat. Or she can lean against the door and run the risk of falling on the platform when the doors open. Considering the doors don’t open until after the subway stops, for me the risk is minimal.
The only thing left for me to consider is this: Is the humiliation of falling on the platform more or worse then the humiliation of being seen in the lap of a man wearing a Knicks hat?
It’s a personal decision.
I forgot I took this video, I was uploading my pictures and found it.
Thursday, 18 July 2013
May 21, 2008
NYT > THE CITY
Belleza
just a (transplanted) city girl 