What the World Needs Right Now

Photo by myself before the Fuerzabruta show in Union Square.

The audience was bathed in red light before the performance. Music thumped and we were left to look about, chit chat or display affection publicly.

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Last weekend, Mark and I visited the Boston Terrier puppy we intend to adopt. He is really, really adorable.

He's only a couple months old now, and we'll be bringing him home for good in mid-October. Right now we're facing the name dilemma.

We've been kicking around a lot of options and have narrowed it down to Rupert, Wyatt or Virgil, although other names keep popping up. I prefer more flamboyant names like Enrique, Pepe and Roberto.

We've considered Wendell, Lionel, Ziggy, Brutus and Reggie. There's Amos and Maurice and Newman and Steve. Suggestions welcomed for names!

I love all animals, and have an immense guilt complex about animals out there in shelters or without homes. I hate to single out any one...but this little face is absolutely adorable, no?







With the climate these days both economic and environmental, what the world needs are more puppies and hugs.

(Above puppy photos by Mark).

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Docked Along the West Side

Photo by myself near the West Side Highway, near 14th Street. Out of frame to the right is a giant building called the Chelsea Piers, which houses tennis courts, a bowling alley, and all sorts of sports arenas.

There are numerous piers along the edges of Manhattan, where boats can dock. Here, you can see New Jersey along the opposite bank of the Hudson River.

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Maybe this is an urban myth, but I heard that if you lived on a boat in New York, you were exempt from paying certain taxes.

City tax, perhaps? I'm not sure. I guess the rationale was that you weren't taking up land.

Whatever the case, there are intrepid folks who live on these boats, which are docked along the perimeter of Manhattan. There's a dock near 79th Street on the west side, near where I used to live. From what I could tell, the same houseboats stay there year after year, winters included.

The contractor I'm working with lives on a boat, and used to have a boat-building company. After finishing an intense project, he sets sail on a several month trip.

I'll have to ask him about his taxes.

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Meatpacking District in Black and White

Photo by myself in the meat packing district, around 14th Street and 10th Avenue. A visitor across the way consults a map.

There are many portions of New York that still have cobblestones on the street. A durable material that looks great, it's a little tough on high heels.

This area is known for pricey clothing stores and trendy restaurants that stay open until very late. Stella McCartney and Alexander McQueen are among the designers who have their boutiques here.

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It's not hard to imagine meatpacking district looked like in pre-industrial times, with horse drawn wagons and garbage in the streets.

Though touristy in its own expensive way, this is one of the few neighborhoods in Manhattan that doesn't have a couple Starbucks!

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Not A Bad View From Here

Photo by myself of lower Manhattan, from the Brooklyn Promenade.

As a thing, New York is pretty neat to look at.

Despite the perks of living in New York, I know a few people leaving the city soon.

One, an ex-coworker, is looking to move out West. One of Mark's friends is moving to Maine, to pursue a healthier lifestyle and put money toward a house.

Today I learned that a friend of a friend just lost her job. She's in law and she's expecting, and may have to sell her apartment.

Not to say there's a mass exodus going on from New York. People come and go all the time.

This place, it is always changing.

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Italian Ice, East Village

Photo by myself in the East Village, around 2nd Avenue and St. Mark's Place.

This fellow quite enjoyed being in my viewfinder.

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It's getting to be too late in the season to have Italian ice. New York is going through an early cold spell. Brisk winds are sending everyone into their Fall wardrobe.

Brrrr!

Happy Friday, everyone.

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Policing the Subway, Midtown

Photo by myself in Midtown, around 34th Street and 6th Avenue.

There was something going on outside the subway, Wednesday. There were police, a police dog, flack jackets and very large guns.

When I encounter such groups, I'm not sure whether to feel more or less safe.

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I really enjoy taking photos of the NYPD.

They're always in uniform, and the uniforms are dark, which means that they cut a strong, photogenic silhouette.

You'd think it's hard to look good in pants and a bulletproof vest, but these folks generally do a great job.

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Wednesday Portraits - The New York Times

Photo by myself in Midtown, around 34th Street and 6th Avenue.

A fellow had fallen sleep sitting up, while the world walked by on the sidewalk. FOr some reason, everyone seemed to be wearing jeans.

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A while back I started posting about other New York blogs on Wednesdays, in a series I called Wednesday Portraits.

It was a noble cause, but a silly one, mainly because I had a hard time finding other New York sites that posted reliably.

I've since found the best source for a blog overview, none other than The New York Times. The Times has a whole section online devoted to regional news and New York blogs.

Recently, this blog made it to Times' blogroll, as well as to the blog highlights page, Blogtalk. Blogtalk is a daily newswire of sorts, listing interesting tidbits culled from blogs around the city.

There are over 100 blogs listed, and they're categorized by genre - People and Neighborhoods, News, General Interest, Politics.

It's pretty incredible to think that such an institution as the New York Times would put its ear to the ground, reading blogs, but they do.

Check it out.

Wednesday Portraits is an ongoing, not-at-all regular installment featuring other New York blogs.

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A Moment Alone in the East Village

Photo by myself in the East Village, around 2nd Avenue and 10th Street.

This fellow heard me sneaking up on him (drat!). He looked to be on a short break from work.

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In the mornings, the headline news flits on the LCD screen in the elevator - celebrity gossip, weather, word of the day, stock market.

All the elevators in the city with LCD screens are connected to the same feed. So you can get out of one elevator and into another without missing a beat. I bet the bike messengers have this unsettling experience as they go from building to building.

For the couple minutes that you're in the elevator, standing on top of perfect strangers, the LCD screen is a welcome distraction.

It's like looking over the shoulder of a fellow passenger in the subway - you can focus on their New York Post instead of the guy in front of you, behind you and to the sides.

Space to yourself is a real luxury here. Enjoy it when you can.


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Shopping on St. Mark's Place

Photo by myself on St. Mark's Place in the East Village.

This block is well-known for its characters and sights. You can get pierced, tatooed, fed and outfitted.

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I was walking around this street Saturday, just after noon. Many of the stores were still closed up, their metal doors rolled down.

There are tons of bars and music venues in this area. It is decidedly grungy.

You'll find chalkboard signs outside bearing a whole list of bands, many of them young and emerging. People hang out on the sidewalks until the very early hours, smoking, chatting, drinking and just hanging out.

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On The Sidewalk, Chinatown

Photo by myself in Chinatown near the Manhattan Bridge.

A man listens to music while keeping an eye on pedestrian traffic.

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I shot the above photo from the passenger seat of the car Saturday morning. Mark and I made a trip into the East Village for some errands and lunch.

The sidewalks were crowded with people. In the space of thirty minutes, I encountered two large tour groups around St. Mark's Place and Second Avenue.

I imagine things will settle down as the weather gets colder. Until then, we'll have learn how to share the sidewalks.

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Dusk Among Towers

Photo by myself, on Park Avenue around 53rd Street.

I'm sure many people think of scenes like this when they think of New York City - many, many tall buildings.

Most of the offices in this area I believe are financial. Maybe there's an advertising agency behind some of those panes of glass, too?

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The economic climate is making my industry shudder.

Architecture and construction typically lags behind everything else. When the market goes down, future projects are put on hold. Current projects, however, usually have enough funds to keep going to the finish. A half-finished building is no use to anyone.

I've been hearing of layoffs at other architectural firms, and large projects that have fallen through. Lots of people in finance find they can no longer afford to build their dream homes, and abandon the project until better times.

Where does that leave us architects? Shaking in our shoes, I guess, and putting in overtime on projects we have.

I find something reassuring in the above photo - all those tall buildings aren't going anywhere. They may change hands, they may sit half-empty. But these guys are here to stay.

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New Yawk Tawk

Photo by myself, somewhere in Brooklyn.

Who says New Yorkers aren't direct?!

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For the most part, I find there are two types of New Yorkers.

There are those that mind their own business - you could be lost, map in hand, twirling about, and they just walk by. And there are those that don't mind their own business - you could be lost, and they come over to you, offering opinions about your choice of clothing.

You gotta love it.

Happy Friday everyone!

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Society's Trash

Photo by myself in Penn Station.

A homeless man seeks out a hint of privacy and shut eye.

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I cannot imagine living on the streets. I bet you're always hungry, thirsty and tired, no matter what you do.

My days have been rather repetitive lately, since I've been busy, but I've noticed homeless people on all the streets I'm on.

Maybe it's just those particular streets? There is always the guy sitting on one corner with one leg, his amputated stump exposed. There is always the man in the subway station with large pieces of luggage stuffed full.

It's rather depressing. The longer I take photos, the more I notice of the homeless. It's a problem that will not go away.

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Queuing Up At Grand Central Terminal

Photo by myself on Park Avenue around 40th Street.

Park Avenue becomes elevated and wraps around Grand Central Terminal, which makes for a cool ride. Cabs making the journey uptown, were piled up in traffic.

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Once again, tickets have gone on sale for The New Yorker Festival, showcasing the writers, thinkers, movers and shakers of today from Oct. 3rd to Oct 5th.

Among the many participants this year are Clint Eastwood, Malcolm Gladwell, Ethan Hawke, Stephen Colbert and Salman Rushdie. Mark and I have gone in past years, and we've seen Steve Martin, Malcolm Gladwell, (the late) Richard Avedon and David Byrne, in mesmerizing talks and interviews.

Steve Martin broke out his banjo of course, alongside other bluegrass players. David Byrne played his acoustic guitar in the intimacy of the Knitting Factory and spoke honestly about his career.

Get your tickets while you can. The more popular venues may already be sold out.

For the schedule of New Yorker Festival events, click here.

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Working It

Photo by myself of a pedicab driver in Central Park.

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Mark thought I've been posting too many pedicab drivers. But I love these guys. They seem Old World to me, like the gondola drivers in Venice.

My boyfriend Mark expects to be working again Monday night until 3 am (!).

I'm sure it varies according to where you live, but New Yorkers tend to work a lot.

My first job in New York was with a large office, where we worked routinely until 9 or 10 every night.

There were social pressures to stay late, even if there wasn't an immediate emergency. One coworker had tickets to a Knicks playoffs game and had to come into the office after the game was over.

I'd forget to pay my credit card balances. I'd forget to get my hair cut. I'd get to the office, work through dinner, catch a cab home, and do it again the next day. It was awful. I never went to the gym, and I was too tired to socialize.

After a few months, I left that job. It was time to start living.

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NYPD Blues

Photo by myself of the NYPD on the Upper West Side.

These fellas look rather serious in their uniforms, but there was no danger in sight.

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I've been digging into the stash for photos lately; the weather wasn't so good this weekend, and both Mark and I had to go into the office.

Mark is working on a big sales pitch due out next week. It's 11:45 pm on a Sunday night, and he's still in the editing room.

Poor thing.

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Life At the Time & Life Building, Midtown

Photo by myself around 54th Street and Sixth Avenue.

A couple stood together, looking intently into the distance.

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Looking back at the last few days, it looks like I've been taking photos of a lot of peoples' backs lately.

The 'Life' in the above photo is a part of the sign for the 'Time & Life' Building, one of buildings that form Rockefeller Center, in Midtown. It was named for Time and Life magazines, which originally occupied 21 floors in the building.

I'm very rarely in this neighborhood, though I work 20 blocks away. This area is very 'business-y' and 'hard' to me, and probably represents New York to many people - tall buildings, workers dressed for success, movers and shakers.

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No Hair At The West 4th Courts

Photo by myself, at the basketball courts at West 4th Street, in The Village.

A group of onlookers during a serious basketball game a while back. There was hardly any room on the sidewalk to get by.

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While reviewing this photo, Mark made a comment about how glossy the heads were. I didn't realize I'd taken a photo of so many bald guys.

Mark shaves his head and considers himself bald. The do-it-yourself hair care is good and bad. Good in that you never have to pay for a haircut, and bad in that you have to shave your head every few days.

I always get called over for the inspection.

'Is it okay? How does it look?' I weave and bob, looking for abnormalities. But what does he expect? An errant ponytail?

(I am so glad I'm a girl!)

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Seven Years Ago

Photo by myself around 6th Avenue and 34th Street.

Not exactly Baby Bjorn, this baby backpack looks authentic.

The fabric had some nice embroidery to it in reds and greens. The rest of the photo was a mess of colors - purplish grey asphalt, the dingy bricks and maroon overhangs of the restaurant across the street.

It looked best in monochrome.

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Posting a day ahead of time, I didn't realize it was September 11th once again.

Yesterday on the job site, the contractor for the job I'm working on asked me whether I'd been in New York seven years ago.

We traded stories that were similar to other stories I've heard. They were brief stories about how fearful that day had been, not knowing what was going on, whether it had just been an accident, realizing it was no accident, then wondering what was next.

The contractor had been working on a renovation in Brooklyn. Standing on a rooftop, he saw everything.

I was working on lower Fifth Avenue, where you can see straight downtown. I saw plumes of smoke, and heard snippets of the news blaring on car radios outside. It was chaotic yet deathly silent.

Anyway, I don't want to dwell on the tragedy because part of me still cannot believe it happened. But then, I couldn't write nothing at all.

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Subway Sunset - On the Ride Home

Photo by myself, as the N train crossed the Manhattan Bridge to Brooklyn.

It was a spectacular sunset Wednesday. Hardened New Yorkers, tired from work, cannot help but swing around for a look.

You can see lights on the Brooklyn Bridge in the background, and graffiti scratched on the glass.

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It's slowly getting darker earlier.

On the ride home, usually between 7 and 8, I can catch a glimmer of the night sky out the subway window.

Often people flip their cell phones open during this time, making a quick call or text message, before the subway submerges again into darkness.

Or people take the time to nap and miss everything.





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