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September 30, 2012 § Leave a comment

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Unsure how to easily bring it with me to Minnesota, so it stays in Brooklyn — Atlantic Antic in Brooklyn Heights

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September 29, 2012 § 2 Comments

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The Reservoir

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September 28, 2012 § Leave a comment

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I’d Drive a Million Miles for One of Your Smiles (Or Joyful Short Films)

September 27, 2012 § Leave a comment

No challenges today, as tomorrow and Saturday will be epic (if I follow through with the designated chore). Stay tuned.

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If you’re still reading, that may mean you’re semi-curious about what trouble I landed myself into today. Unfortunately, yesterday’s criminal court experience sufficiently deterred me from a life of crime. Which means I set out on a boring little walk this morning. And then I got lost in thought and walked for two-and-a-half hours.

That’s when I remembered this:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PR_UYx4vSPs

I saw it twice yesterday, and each time I smiled throughout and teared up at the end. (What can I say? I’m a cryer — happy, sad, I cry.)

I know there’s no money in what I’m about to suggest (and, therefore, no reason to do it), but wouldn’t it be swell if one was granted a few million dollars to create an ad (actually, let’s call them 30-second shorts) that did nothing more than promote happiness? Nothing to sell. No guilt-inducing PSAs. Just a wonderful visual, shown to the masses, with one objective — to elicit joy. Not sure who’s going to fund this, but it would be a nifty philanthropic gesture. In the meantime, I’m happy to continue watching ads that tug at your heart…and encourage the purchase of Volkswagens, P&G products, and Hallmark cards.

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Unintentionally (unfortunately) wandered into Times Square, where I saw this:

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I thought Mickey and Elmo were sworn enemies, born from different studios and eras and expected to fight for the hearts and pocketbooks of the same demographic. Turns out they’re rather chummy. And speak Spanish when they don’t know you’re eavesdropping. And demand tips if you ask them to pose for a photo.

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For Dad: Where The New Yorker cartoonists hang…

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Wrapped up the evening at the MoMA PS1 Book Art Fair preview. I’m nuts about book and paper art. Turned out it was a little out there for me, but I did find a few artists I liked. Plus it gave me a chance to sneak back to the third floor and visit the James Turrell exhibit. Twice. Once at dusk, once after dark.

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September 27, 2012 § Leave a comment

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Looking up at sculpture, Lincoln Center Plaza

Remain Seated

September 26, 2012 § Leave a comment

Manhattan Criminal Court is about a mile from my apartment. On my walk over, I looked forward to the challenge of arriving at the courthouse to peek in on a few cases and see the wheels of justice at work. And, believe me, it’s interesting. But once I got through the metal detector and found my bearings, the whole situation left me blue. And feeling lucky that I have yet to end up in criminal court.

  • A woman (who I think worked at the courthouse) kept walking back and forth in the lobby and would briefly erupt into song, belting out either spirituals or show tunes. Her voice — exquisite.
  • A different woman sat next to me on the bench during the lunch recess. She held a slip of paper that had information on an arraignment and a room number. Poor thing fidgeted and wrung her hands while she held the paper, wrinkling it.
  • Police officers escorted two handcuffed young men with empty, blank expressions down the hall.
  • When the judge entered the chambers, he wasn’t wearing a robe and we didn’t need to rise. He was dapperly dressed in a cheery bright-yellow dress shirt and red tie.
  • A police officer lead in Guy No. 1, who was handcuffed, wore an all-brown jail uniform, and sported two circular scars on the top of his head where his hair refused to grow. He plead guilty to criminal possession of a controlled substance in the third degree. I thought they sentenced him to five years probation, but they gave him a piece of paper and told him to come back Oct. 31 (to which the judge exclaimed, “Happy Halloween!”).
  • At one point the door where defendants entered and exited was left open and I could see the holding pens. Dull yellow bars, dark gray walls.
  • When I left, a defense attorney was explaining next steps to a downtrodden family member outside the courtroom. The family member looked lost as the defense attorney talked fast. I’m not sure she understood what he was saying.

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I almost skipped running group tonight. I was tired, the sky looked like thunderstorms were approaching. But I went. And met two great people.

  • Terence runs 2:57 marathons. Before he took up running, he worked on Wall Street and had a major gambling addiction. Immediately after 9/11 he quit his job, went into treatment, and ran his first marathon two months later. He was upbeat and inspiring and shared tips I’ve never received in all my years of running.
  • Jenny from San Francisco was me one year ago. She’s in the city for three months to explore, challenge herself, and re-energize before moving back home at Thanksgiving. We bonded.

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September 26, 2012 § Leave a comment

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Typical day in Soho

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