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NYC secret

I have lived in New York City going on nine years now, but today was my first trip to the Museum of the City of New York.

mcnyIt’s located at Fifth Avenue and 103rd Street, just a quick jog across Central Park from my Upper West Side neighborhood.  Props to Groupon for giving me the push I needed to pay a visit.

Two for one admission — need I say more?

The space is compact, clean and modern, with exhibits of a number and size that make it easy to see and do everything in a morning or afternoon.  There’s also a nice variety — photography, film, costumes, paintings, advertising, multi-media, miniatures — so everyone in your group will find something to hold their interest.

My favorite on this cold damp day?

paul rand

Everything is Design: The Work of Paul Rand, an exhibit showcasing the six-decade career of the iconic graphic designer (and Brooklyn native).

While Rand is a legend in the design community, you may find yourself wondering who he is. A quick look at a few of the logos he designed will make you realize you gaze upon his handiwork nearly everyday.

paul rand logosRad designed children’s books (with his wife Ann) and other book jackets as well, and wrote two visionary books on design.

He also taught at the Pratt Institute and Yale before his death in 1996.

A quick Google image search will not only give you an idea of the breadth of Rand’s art and impact on current design, but is a really fun way to entertain yourself on a rainy day.

A rant on ‘rants’

Does tennis great John McEnroe have a history of histrionics?

Absolutely.

But I take issue with media outlets like Page Six calling his recent comments about New York City cyclists a ‘rant.’

My neighbor was simply speaking the truth.

McEnroe was speaking with ABC correspondent Lynn Sherr at a Central Park Conservancy Women’s Committee luncheon when he made the remarks, citing his experience as a cyclist himself.

I didn’t attend the luncheon, but his remarks in the article give an accurate account of the majority of cyclists’ behavior in Central Park.  They travel at dangerous speeds, don’t break for pedestrians, and have caused numerous injuries and even a few deaths.

I personally appreciate someone of McEnroe’s stature bringing attention to this situation.

Remember when we had unbiased media who filed the stories?

 

How sweet it is!

Living a block from Central Park in Manhattan, I’ve been known to get a bit grouchy come Saturday morning when yet another group of runners clog the streets and walkways and generally disrupt my morning walk.

Don’t they know we dog people own the park?

But today there was a run that even I can get behind —

cupcakesThe New York City Cupcake Run

This 5 kilometer (3.1 mile) race for people of all ages challenges participants to go the distance while stopping to eat three cupcakes at checkpoints along the course.  Tasty!

Plus, a portion of the proceeds benefits New York Cares.

And if that isn’t reason enough to love this non-traditional charity event, here’s one of my favorites —

It’s run in Astoria.

Honk

New Yorkers —

All over the city, Horse Heroes are taking to the streets to urge City Council Members to show compassion for our city’s abused carriage horses.

HONK

Write to your City Council member at http://nyclass.org/citycouncil

Electric

image

Rory and I were walking to Central Park this morning when we encountered this construction site on the ’30 Rock Block’ (where they used to shoot the exterior of Tina Fey’s apartment).

The hand-lettered sign reads

DANGER
C. M.

Is this a thing?

Even with the additional clue of the Con
Ed truck, I don’t know what that means.

Construction Mess?
Currency Manipulation?
Crystal Meth?

Sorry…too much Breaking Bad.

Any ideas?

Traffic stop

File this under News of the Weird:

stop wait goAs I was walking Rory toward the park, I saw a car stalled in one of the lanes on Central Park West. A taxi cab was behind it, and a police car after that. As we approached, the police officers were opening the car doors.

Everyone in the car was fast asleep. The driver was slumped over the wheel. The passenger in the back was laid out flat.

The officer poked them both with his nightstick. It took awhile to wake them up, but eventually they both roused.

A million scenarios from TV and movies went through my mind. Did someone hijack their car and knock them out? Were they overcome by fumes? Were they victims of alien abduction? But it’s probably like a friend of mine said…

They just passed out drunk at the light.

Fancy.

Blurred eye’s view

Yesterday when Rory and I began our afternoon walk, the sun was shining bright and warmed the air. Ten minutes later, the sky was dark and threatening, and I was freezing.

Ah, spring.

The biggest problem this presented was in my choice of prescription sunglasses. Once the clouds gathered, it was really too dark to wear them. But if I took them off, I would be blind — literally — depending only on my trusty eighteen-pound guide dog to get us back home.

So I did…just to see what it would be like.

The city was definitely blurry. The colors more muted, too. And while I might have expected the sounds to be louder, instead I felt more isolated. But when people passed, I didn’t have to worry if they were making eye contact with me.

It is New York City, after all.

To give you an idea of what I saw, here is a representative view of a tulip garden I passed.

blurry tulips in jail