I’m always complaining about “the worst commute ever” on Twitter, but, actually, I think today really took the cake. I should have left a full hour earlier if I wanted to make it in on time. The top right picture is about a quarter of the line trying to get down into the subway (I’ve never see it happen before)—but, of course, the subway was running with major delays.The only trains that run where I live are the 4/5/6, so when that line is down or delayed, a whole huge neighborhood either has to pile on buses or walk. I would have just taken the crosstown bus through Central Park to one of the Upper West Side subway lines, but the bus line was two avenues long. So, I walked. I normally really enjoy the 40 block walk, because i can cut through the park and have a nice view, and, well, it’s just pretty and relaxing. It usually takes me about 40 or so minutes.
This morning it was, indeed, gorgeous—probably because it was piled so high with snow that no one had gone in to clear out the trails. So I walked down Fifth Avenue for an hour instead and, man, that was not fun. The snow came last night, but this morning we had freezing rain. The rain melted just enough of the snow to turn every curb into a lake of freezing, icy water and the sidewalks were covered in a thin layer of slush that made everything super slippery. Everyone posts the pretty pictures of pristine white piles of snow, but, for real, the snow in this city looks that way for five minutes before it turns into black slush.
In any case, major kudos to the city workers who were trying their best to clean up up the mess!
I love this—for whatever reason, you tend to see a lot of photos of NYC shot from the opposite perspective (looking north, rather than south). If you’re in NYC and want a REALLY great view, I’d recommend Top of the Rock (Rockefeller Center) over the Empire State building—Top of the Rock gives you a view of Uptown Manhattan and Central Park.
(Source: Flickr / crayzeee)
“There is hardly any contact more depressing to a young ardent creature than that of a mind in which years full of knowledge seem to have issued in a blank absence of interest or sympathy.”
― George Eliot, Middlemarch
I am the natural enemy of any new, bright, optimistic residents of NYC.
A hundred times have I thought New York is a catastrophe, and fifty times: It is a beautiful catastrophe. Le Corbusier
(photo by photomelissa)
New York City is a panic attack on Houston and Essex, it’s a broken down Q train, it’s a 45 minute schlep to work. New York City is finding yourself in your friend’s ex-girlfriend’s most recent ex-boyfriend’s apartment, it’s a roof in Brooklyn, it’s a bar in the East Village. New York City is a fake ID that expired 3 years ago, it’s an $8 show that changed your life, it’s a kitten found in a box 2 blocks from the office. New York City is a text message that was never responded to, it’s a photo pass to your favorite concert, it’s free drinks on a ship in mid-July. New York City is being in love with everyone you see, it’s a cup of coffee that makes you crazy, it’s your friend putting lipstick on you outside the venue 10 minutes before the show. New York City is platform shoes, it’s a pair of Converse, it’s taking a couple of Advil when you get home. New York City is thrifted treasure, it’s a stoop sale that saved your life, it’s the best cup of cocoa chai you’ve ever had. New York City is a sweaty room full of BK’s hippest, it’s missing an opportunity only to get another, it’s a lot of anxiously waiting. New York City is realizing your dream, it’s passing your current boss’s girlfriend on campus, it’s an iChat that got sent to the wrong person. New York City is a library full of tired kids, it’s a brownstone full of addicts, it’s a dorm room full of outsiders. New York City is a laugh attack in a quiet room, it’s a crick in your neck, it’s a stack of vinyl in your desk drawer. New York City is a walk to the waterfront, it’s an endless conversation, it’s 4 cups of tea in one work day. New York City is a revelation, it’s an exchange of words with the nicest stranger, it’s a never-ending beginning.
1910 Old Penn Station (RIP)
We have the Penn Station we deserve now, don’t we?
Circus Animals on 33rd Street (April 1968), Otto Bettmann
I had a lot of fun wandering around Central Park this morning! Apparently we got 11 inches of snow? That’s nothing on what got dumped on New England, but it’s still pretty exciting for this desert child. I loved seeing half of NYC out with their sleds and their dogs all bundled up in snow booties and down vests. I’m also pretty excited this weekend alone has been enough to justify my purchase of my beloved Bean boots and my long navy down coat.
P.S. God bless all of the New Yorkers who got up and shoveled the sidewalks this morning.
Like a shelf stocked full with fancy mustards, too many potential mates makes it harder to settle on just one. The surplus of singles in New York and L.A. means only that the single person’s wasteland is that much more vast: New York City’s 305-square-mile expanse offers over 8 million people to pick over. After a near decade of dating experience in that environment, my friend Joe Berkowitz tells me, the sheer volume of young singles in the city “gives you the sense that you could meet someone at any time. Most of the time, though, you don’t.” Another friend who uses an online dating site in the city says that the buffet of options means “everyone is looking out for someone better.”
I think there are a number of pluses to online dating—and I know people who have had plenty of success with it—but I honestly agree that this is one of the biggest hurdles you have to overcome when you’re trying to do it in a city like NYC. I gave it the old college try, and I just can’t shake the sense that—as the article says—every person I went out on a date with was looking for someone better, or expected me to be someone I’m not.
P.S. It is way hard to meet people in NYC.
Wandering hordes of diseased pigeons
Subway cars that smell like urine no matter the season
Tourists who won’t move out of the way on sidewalks
Penn Station, Port Authority Bus Terminal, the Javits Center
Taken with instagram
For some reason (aka the 70 degree weather) I decided I was going to walk home from work today. I work in Midtown West, and live on the Upper East Side, which meant 90% of my walk was through Central Park. I called my mom right around the time I hit Museum Mile and was like, “I see now how much New Yorker hubris was involved in this decision,” but I made it. It only took me an hour.