Tag Archives: Manhattan

Playing dress up

I have lived in New York City going on eight years now, and I sometimes worry that I will start to take the city for granted.

Maybe I already have.  Maybe we all have.

Image: An aerial view of Burj Dubai is seen in DubaiThe city of Dubai isn’t going to take that chance.

They have put together a think tank on tourism, and one idea is getting serious consideration –

Covering the Burj Khalifa — the world’s tallest building (2,716.5 feet and 160 stories) — with a “super-lightweight, reflective and semi-transparent fabric material.”

They say it’s art.

Critics say it sounds (and will look like) something much less low brow, but I like the idea of dressing up monuments.  The Statue of Liberty in a tasteful winter coat? The Guggenheim Museum decked out as a layered birthday cake? The Flatiron Building as a wedge of Swiss cheese?

Oh man — I think I’ve finally found my calling!

Or we could fly a kite

So, Manhattan got four more inches of snow last night…on top of the eight that were already on the ground.

But the falling ice woke me up.

I don’t dwell on the weather too much — at least, not on this blog — but I have to wonder, as the local news reports power outages for thousands of residents yet again in New Jersey and other neighboring states –

ice on electrical wiresWhy don’t more cities bury their power lines?

Cost is probably the answer, but after a winter like this one — one that is not nearly over — I would think residents in New Jersey, for instance, might think of that cost as an investment.

Aren’t there lots of costs associated with fixing the downed lines after every storm? Trimming the trees around the downed lines? Lost productivity?  Lost revenue?

Lost food in the frig and freezer?

Just wondering.  I have electricity right now, and I think everyone else should, too.

Here’s a paint job for ya!

I sold my car when I moved to Boston in 2000, and I would never want a car here in Manhattan.

But perhaps the right car could change my mind –

whack car

Only in New York City…

View from the cush seats

Center of the row. Center of the auditorium.

That’s where I like to sit at the movies.

So I watch with furrowed brow when folks purposefully choose the aisle seat. Or sit in the first row when there are so many other options still available. I’ve always imagined the ‘aislers’ want to stretch out their legs…or take frequent bathroom breaks.

Or like their world view off-center.

Today I went to the matinee at the newly renovated 84th Street AMC here in my neighborhood in Manhattan.

amc renovationIt has cushy recliner seating and large aisles between rows, so legroom is never an issue. You even get to reserve your seat online or at the box office when you buy your ticket.

So, here’s the test: with all those improvements, where were people sitting?

On the front row. And on the aisle. Plus a few folks clustered around the center.

It takes all kinds to make an audience.

Sure shot

While checking the time on my cellphone last night, I accidentally took this photo.

On BroadwayI was waiting outside the backstage door at Kinky Boots on 45th Street between 8th and 9th Avenues here in Manhattan.  I think the building in the shot is across the street.

The picture is grainy and off-kilter, but I kinda like it.

It looks like an action shot taken from a car…or maybe on the way down, before the photographer hit the pavement.

And I bet a few visitors to New York City might find its disorientation  a reflection of their feelings from time to time during their trip.

Me?  I just hit the wrong button on my phone.

Here’s to eavesdropping

I was standing in a crowd of people today, unintentionally eavesdropping on the conversation of two people standing close by.  I admit it.

I even told them.

eavesdroppingOne of the woman said she was going to walk to the train station in Philadelphia after our meeting ended. I was headed there, too, and I knew that walking that far was out of the question…especially with luggage, which we both had.

So I told her.

We ended up sharing a cab. We also ended up on the same train — she was headed to New York City as well.

It was her first train trip, first trip to Manhattan, first trip to the cafe car.  She was joining friends here for the weekend.  I usually travel alone on business, but watching her excitement at every step of the journey made what was a routine trip home for me a lot more fun.

Glad I was listening!

Mr. Postman

I’m out-of-town, dog in tow, and something’s missing. Turns out it isn’t the first time I’ve had this feeling. Case in point: an excerpt from one of my very first posts from August 25, 2009.

I’ve been away on business with my dog Rory for almost a week. I thought I would pine for our daily walks in Central Park; my idle conversations with neighbors on their stoops; or the energy that is Manhattan.

stack of mailInstead, I miss my mail.

What excites me most about my return home — besides sleeping on my own pillow — is seeing what treasures await in the stash of mail that is being held for me at the post office.

I don’t know if my feelings are unique to freelancers. I hope to see checks in the mail, of course. But I will be equally psyched to see letters, magazines, catalogs, theater and event postcards, and heck, even my bills.

I also miss the afternoon saunter to the mailbox; it’s a break I anticipate and enjoy. Here, in my friend’s apartment, there’s only email, and its constant stream — while immediate, necessary, and appreciated — doesn’t have the romance or charm of my daily snail mail delivery.

So, to my mailman back in Manhattan — I miss you. I appreciate you. And I hope you got my hold order. ‘Cause if I come home to an overflowing box of mangled mail…

I’ll have to kill you.