The Quotidian Photograph

October 2, 2012 § Leave a comment

The Quotidian Photograph

Apparently, the Brooklyn Bridge is held together with duct tape. I’m not amused.

You Had to Be There

September 15, 2012 § Leave a comment

Food:

  • Pizza on Montague in Brooklyn Heights
  • Spicy Thai on Amsterdam, Upper West Side


Challenge:

  • Cartwheeled for the first time since childhood (at least 10 times until I got it semi-right); my friend Ann, the former gymnast, confirmed I passed the challenge and recorded it for posterity
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(Im)perfect form

  • Crossed the Brooklyn Bridge again on foot (it’s still scary)


You can’t beat:

  • Jane’s Carousel in Brooklyn
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Me, my horse, and I

  • Little girl selling cookies and lemonade in Brooklyn Heights
  • Fast-paced walking for at least eight hours
  • A tour of my favorite places (and some new ones) with my friend Ann
  • The Reservoir in Central Park
  • Homes of W. H. Auden, Truman Capote, Arthur Miller, and Thomas Wolfe in Brooklyn Heights
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Truman Capote’s casa

  • Stanley Tucci and Mila Kunis sightings (on the train and Brooklyn Bridge, respectively) — note to Stanley T.: you’re adorable
  • The mayor of Strawberry Fields


Book bag quote of the day:

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Take that, fashion

Brooklyn Bridge Crossing: Attempt 2

September 3, 2012 § 5 Comments

I hadn’t planned to attempt another bridge crossing for at least a week. But a semi-wise friend once (yesterday) sent me a photo of him doing a handstand on the Brooklyn Bridge and offered me this sage, friendly advice: “Cross the f***ing bridge.”

So…

The goals, conditions, facts and results

The end goal (by Oct. 31, 2012): Cross the blessed thing and take the subway back

Ideal end goal (by Oct. 31, 2012): Cross both directions

Weather: Overcast, humid, light breeze, 72 degrees

Start: Centre Street

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End: I made it! Then I ran around DUMBO (downtown Brooklyn) for a couple of miles and then I crossed again.

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Distance: 1.13 miles across the bridge, one way; 2.26 miles of bridge total

Mental and physical state: I was fine. Peer pressure broke me. The key was to not look down or stop and to keep running. At one point I stopped in the middle to take a photo, but I started to feel panicky and was quickly on my way.

Number of souvenirs purchased: 0

Next attempt: N/A. Both goals achieved! Maybe next time I’ll attempt a handstand.

And thank you, semi-wise friend, for the much needed push.

Now on to the next challenge, which I will spend the day conjuring up. Note it will include neither heights nor bridges.

Brooklyn Bridge Crossing: Attempt 1

September 2, 2012 § 3 Comments

One should tackle some fears head on — fear of commitment, failure, success. Other times, let ‘em be; what’s scary is scary, e.g., large spiders, clowns. But a third category exists for fears that are annoying and don’t really need to be remedied, but sure would be nice to shed. Such as my fear of bridges and heights. It has always stymied me and is one I wish I would just get over already.

Last year when I was in New York, I tried multiple times to cross the Brooklyn Bridge, but the farthest I got was the first tower. And what, pray tell, am I so afraid of? Rational or not, the bridge collapsing (it happens), a terrorist attack (it also happens), someone picking me up and dropping me over the edge (crazier things have happened), or me tripping and falling over the edge (I happen).

I was down in lower Manhattan earlier today and thought I’d see how far I could go and use it as a benchmark for future crossing attempts.

The goals, conditions, facts and results

The end goal (by Oct. 31, 2012): Cross the blessed thing and take the subway back

Ideal end goal (by Oct. 31, 2012): Cross both directions

Weather: Overcast, humid, light breeze, 77 degrees

Start: Centre Street

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End: First tower

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Distance: 0.51 miles

Mental and physical state: I was fine until I hit 0.4 miles. Then my breath quickened, heart raced, stomach felt like it was doing somersaults. My pace slowed considerably and I had to psych myself up to take each step. And my arms went out to my sides slightly, probably to balance and brace my fall when disaster struck.

Why I stopped: See “Mental and physical state.” Also, several thoughts paralyzed me, including:

  • “This is ridiculous.”
  • “Why on earth are you doing this?”
  • “Don’t ever, ever attempt this again.”


Number of souvenirs purchased:
0

Next attempt: To be determined (see third bullet under “Why I stopped”)

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