Posts tagged manhattan

Took this about 30 minutes ago. #manhattan (Taken with instagram)

Took this about 30 minutes ago. #manhattan (Taken with instagram)

Looking south. #nyc #30rock #manhattan (Taken with Instagram at Top of The Rock Observation Deck)

Looking south. #nyc #30rock #manhattan (Taken with Instagram at Top of The Rock Observation Deck)

Chapter One: He Adored New York City

Oh Shit!

Oh Shit!

little-read-blog

“WHAT’S THAT HORRIBLE SMELL?” “I thought it was your bedroom” “No, I thought it was your goddamn shoes” —-Silence DAYS LATER The detective skills of Mr. Michael C. Waskom has solved the case of “WHY DOES THE ENTIRE BUILD (THE ENTIRE FUCKING BUILDING) STINK LIKE SHIT/MOLD/ETC.” I guess a pipe burst and this pile of rubble has been sitting for 3 days along with a drip. Is this a waste water pipe? Is it fresh water? does it effect all the other piping in the rest of the building? Is my water safe to drink? Who the fuck knows. And as this horrific storm bears down on the North East I can not wait to see what happens.

“WHAT’S THAT HORRIBLE SMELL?”

“I thought it was your bedroom”

“No, I thought it was your goddamn shoes”

—-Silence


DAYS LATER

The detective skills of Mr. Michael C. Waskom has solved the case of “WHY DOES THE ENTIRE BUILD (THE ENTIRE FUCKING BUILDING) STINK LIKE SHIT/MOLD/ETC.”

I guess a pipe burst and this pile of rubble has been sitting for 3 days along with a drip.

Is this a waste water pipe? Is it fresh water? does it effect all the other piping in the rest of the building? Is my water safe to drink? Who the fuck knows. And as this horrific storm bears down on the North East I can not wait to see what happens.

Saw Ghostbusters in a theater…

and it was amazing.

Took a train, a cab, and then walked, because East Village traffic on a Saturday is the WORST. They should just close off the bridges and tunnels at sundown Friday and open them dawn Sunday mornings. h8 u b&t crowd.


Movie Highlights

  • everyone cheered the first appearance of major characters 
  • everyone really booed Walter Peck “It’s true, this man has no dick…THAT’S WHAT I HEARD!”
  • Key lines were quoted aloud by everyone (full house)
  • I had a great seat, even though I was late
  • lots of applause for everything
  • the film looked real real good in a super large format. I should make a point of seeing older films like them whenever possible. Color, clarity were great. Negative was that the reel switches could have been smoother, ah well.
  • BONUS it was only 9.99$ cheaper than seeing a new release.

So. Much. Fun.

Kid running with nanny in front of Museum of Natural History.

Kid running with nanny in front of Museum of Natural History.

On west 80th street in Manhattan, between Columbus and Amsterdam, about a dozen different households are just throwing out their Christmas trees

And that smell, however faint, no matter how snow-covered moves up. It’s comforting, and wholesome. It’s just all right. Shuffle on, past the curb.

[Flash 9 is required to listen to audio.]

70 plays

William S. Burroughs — “A Junky’s Christmas”

Danny the Carwiper, dopesick and just out of jail, learns the true spirit of giving on Christmas Day. He is rewarded with divine intervention, and scores “for the immaculate fix.”

My rooftop view of the Brooklyn Manhattan Bridge is pretty legit.

My rooftop view of the Brooklyn Manhattan Bridge is pretty legit.

Listen, I know I’m new here but its hard to not feel at least a little contempt for the people who pay an absurd sum to cruise around the neighborhood in huge moving billboards and marvel at a time that once was in a city that used to be teeming with poor immigrants and in my hood still are. But don’t mind me I generally hate advertisements and tourism ( i grew up in a tourist town) and I’ve been in a sour mood ever since I had to turn off The X-Files and leave for work.

Listen, I know I’m new here but its hard to not feel at least a little contempt for the people who pay an absurd sum to cruise around the neighborhood in huge moving billboards and marvel at a time that once was in a city that used to be teeming with poor immigrants and in my hood still are. But don’t mind me I generally hate advertisements and tourism ( i grew up in a tourist town) and I’ve been in a sour mood ever since I had to turn off The X-Files and leave for work.

“He was given to fits of rage, Jewish, liberal paranoia, male chauvinism, self-righteous misanthropy, and nihilistic moods of despair. He had complaints about life, but never solutions. He longed to be an artist, but balked at the necessary sacrifices. In his most private moments, he spoke of his fear of death which he elevated to tragic heights when, in fact, it was mere narcissism” SOUND LIKE ANYONE WE KNOW?

“He was given to fits of rage, Jewish, liberal paranoia, male chauvinism, self-righteous misanthropy, and nihilistic moods of despair. He had complaints about life, but never solutions. He longed to be an artist, but balked at the necessary sacrifices. In his most private moments, he spoke of his fear of death which he elevated to tragic heights when, in fact, it was mere narcissism”

SOUND LIKE ANYONE WE KNOW?

Woody Allen

So in 1979 Joan Didion wrote a pretty excellent review of three Woody Allen films, Annie Hall, Interiors, and Manhattan. Almost the entire article is quotable and I highly recommend that you read it.

“…suggests a new class in America, a subworld of people rigid with apprehension that they will die wearing the wrong sneaker, naming the wrong symphony, preferring Madame Bovary.”

Kind of sounds like a debate(ha!) that’s taken place recently.

Didion again.

The people who go to see these pictures, who analyze them and write about them and argue the deeper implications in their texts and subtexts, seem to agree that the world onscreen pretty much mirrors the world as they know it. This is interesting, and rather astonishing, since the peculiar and hermetic self-regard in Annie Hall and Interiors and Manhattan would seem nothing with which large numbers of people would want to identify. The characters in these pictures are, at best, trying.

Very interesting article, indeed. Also, at the bottom the editors published three comments, REMEMBER LETTERS TO THE EDITOR, WHEN YOU ACTUALLY SENT A LETTER? One written by a MIT staff member, one from Columbia, and one from Dartmouth.

“I would like to congratulate Joan Didion for her brilliant article in which she provided a perfect example of how a mind too full with culture is unable to understand humor.”

That’s interesting, what do you think?

Anyway, time to re-watch Manhattan on Netflix Instant now!

Is it just me, or is there this insane level of irony that the  Wikipdeia entry for Dash Snow notes that he was associated with the “Hipster Art Movement” and that the “Hipster Art Movement” clicks through and redirects you to the Wikipedia entry for Graffiti, and on that page there is no mention whatsoever of Dash Snow OR the word hipster. Seriously, I hate the world. This should be the premise of some kids thesis this year. Pass this along, I’ll give up the idea for free, because I’m not writing anymore about this. LOL.

Is it just me, or is there this insane level of irony that the  Wikipdeia entry for Dash Snow notes that he was associated with the “Hipster Art Movement” and that the “Hipster Art Movement” clicks through and redirects you to the Wikipedia entry for Graffiti, and on that page there is no mention whatsoever of Dash Snow OR the word hipster. Seriously, I hate the world. This should be the premise of some kids thesis this year. Pass this along, I’ll give up the idea for free, because I’m not writing anymore about this.

LOL.

Albert Einstein once said that the definition for insanity is doing the same thing over and over again and expecting a different outcome each time. This is what I liken my daily commute to on the L Train. I swipe my card at the Graham stop, on the Manhattan bound side of the tracks, walk to the far end, towards what will be the back of the train and wait. Sometimes I read a book, other times it's just me and my old iPod. Always I look to see who's around me. It's always beautiful women. I recently became the mayor of the Dunkin' Donuts located directly next door to the entrance of the L Train on the north east corner of Graham and Metropolitan. This might seem like an arbitrary fact of my life, one that's not at all relevant to a review of the L Train from Brooklyn into Manhattan but for me it's symbiotic. One can not exist without the other for I, almost daily check into said Dunkin' and purchase at least one, if not two donuts, and a soda. So, after I consume random and unnecessary calories and carbs, not to mention sugar and fat, sugar which will be turned into empty calories ( i assume) I then walk down 28 or so steps into the innards of the intersection of Graham and Metropolitan, feeling fatter, somehow worse for the wear. There, below ground bathed in a light that's artificial and cold I stand, mouth agape and view beautiful women. Yes, this is a woman-centric post about a subway station, deal with it. Down below ground, one would assume that the rules are different. That for some reason, the normal rules of courting do not apply. Maybe, perhaps because of the foul light, the more than tepid atmosphere, and the lack of circulated air (aside from the wind from the moving train) that perhaps woman would be more susceptible to the advances of a fairly well-to-do man (who's also a chronic over-eater of donuts), who's in his late 20's who just wants a fair shake from a hot babe. So they're there, under ground. Standing in their oversized tank-tops, american apparel tights, the cowboy boots that are too big, sunglasses for days, hair askew, holding some vintage copy of Kafka's "the metamorphosis", hoping, like Pocahontas to be noticed. They're noticed, too. By me and by every other person who has the ignoble pleasure to live near that particular stop of the L Train. That motherfucking L Train which takes you past Lorimer and then to Bedford ave, with stops in the LES, 1st ave and 3rd ave, respectively next. The train that has the most missed connections on craigslist written about it. The train that is ironically almost twice as wide as every other train that currently runs on the MTA train lines. I must be insane to ride this train. This train, for all that its done for me, for all that I've earned and lost and loved is only worth two stars to me. "I've experienced better."

The Whiskey Monologues said that I should write more Yelp! reviews, so I figured, why not. Linked above is my rather nonsensical review of the L Train that runs from Manhattan to the outer reaches of Brooklyn. unf.