Sunday, April 13 at 3pm
West Houston Street
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Was That What I Think It Was?
Oh, Come Now
Certainly I can’t be the first person to have noticed this.
Check It Out
On Sunday, September 30, I’ll be leading a free walking tour of 11th St. It’s one of the Jane’s Walks, put on by the Center for the Living City to honor the legacy of urbanist Jane Jacobs. Details here.
Errata Newyorkiana II?
The puzzle: Monday’s New York Sun.
The answer: ED KOCH.
The clue: ’80s Gracie Mansion Resident.
Is it true? The story goes this way: as with Bloomberg, Koch never occupied the mayor’s residence, but for the opposite reason. He didn’t want to risk losing his rent-controlled studio on Washington Square.
Anyone?
Come Again?
It’s a project as big and bold as the street that serves as its inspiration: a documentary about the people and images of Broadway.
Some 400 filmmakers spread out simultaneously along the thoroughfare for one hour Tuesday to capture every block of Broadway, which runs almost the entire length of Manhattan and a section of the Bronx.
Back in the universe where I live, Broadway starts at the southernmost end of Manhattan, at Bowling Green, makes its way all the way up to the tippy tippy top of the island, cuts clear through the Bronx and doesn’t stop until Albany, the state capital, 241 miles later.
Yet another reason not to trust the liberal media.
NOW You Tell Me!
“Eventually, I began to have a recurring dream about the Apthorp—or, to be accurate, a recurring nightmare. I dreamed I had accidentally moved out of the building, realized it was the worst mistake of my life, and couldn’t get my lease back. I have had enough psychoanalysis to know not to take such dreams literally, but it’s nonetheless amazing to me that, when my unconscious mind searched for a symbol of what I would most hate to lose, it came up with my apartment.”
—Nora Ephron, in this week’s New Yorker magazine
Perhaps I should have tried psychoanalysis. It might have saved me lots of money in the long run. Even on the four-day-a-week plan.
To my detriment, I have always been somewhat literal-minded. I take people at their word. (We all know how that works out.) Same with the unconscious. In the mid-1990s, I had a recurring dream that I owned a home in the Berkshires. Being literal-minded, I figured if this is what my subconscious wants, why deny it?
Here’s the answer:
Ten years and tens of thousands of dollars later (the excavator dug up my yard to make way for a new septic system) I have learned the expensive way that even if you attain the object of your longing, the desire itself doesn’t go away. It just finds something else to attach itself to.
Right now I have dreams of a carefree, unencumbered existence.
Two in Two Days
Another gap filled. This time, lunch at Himalayan (formerly Tibetan) Yak, in Jackson Heights. I can’t believe I’ve lived here this long and failed to make the trip. The powerfully spiced buffet is $6.99 and the place is literally underneath the 7 train, so there are no excuses. Order the pork curry.
Let’s see, what else is on the list of things to do before I die? (Not that I’m planning to anytime soon, but you never know.)
Can Someone Please Explain?
An important gap filled: I have finally seen Days of Heaven (and understand now why Bob Mondello called it Days of Wheat.) Yes, it’s stunning. But the accents. Oy! Were they lying when they said they were from Chicago? (If so, you’d think there would be some kind of clue.) Are we to believe that, in the first decades of the 20th century, the windy city was inhabited by New Yorkers? Or that in 1978, America couldn’t tell the difference?
Bad Things Really Do Happen When You Leave the City
I go out of town for one week and you let this happen? C’mon!
Think Globally, Spend Locally (Until All Your Money Is Gone)
The Greenmarket is indeed a wondrous thing, but not without its dark underbelly.
I admit, it’s been a long time since I’ve had to take a math class, but look closely: if I’m not mistaken, what we’re all looking at here is LETTUCE SELLING AT $22 A POUND.
Can it be a coincidence that it’s being sold by Windfall Farms?
