The Elevated Tracks in Park Slope, Brooklyn

Photo by myself on the 4th Avenue subway platform in Park Slope, Brooklyn.

There are a few outdoor subway platforms in Brooklyn and Queens. It's a thrilling experience when the subway emerges from the tunnel, and you can see Manhattan in the distance.

The bad thing, of course, is that the platforms are exposed in the winter months. I couldn't resist taking this photo, as the light was turning golden.

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Just a note from Boston folks, where it's also very cold. I'm here visiting my grandfather, who is a whopping 99 years old.

He is animated as ever and insists that he's 97! It was refreshing to sit with him and hear him say how fortunate he feels about his life. I've promised myself to visit him more often.

Anyway, I will be back in New York tomorrow. Happy weekend, everyone!

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Shopping til Dropping, on Canal Street

Photo by myself on Canal Street, in Chinatown.

It was very, very cold on Friday. Despite icy winds, shoppers and vendors were out along Canal Street, which is lined with stalls selling jewelry, perfumes and clothing.

Sadly I was outside, too. I was fetching an antsy Rupert from where Mark was working, nearby. I can attest that within minutes, any exposed skin became dry and painful in the cold air. Owch.




The gentleman bearing the sign was very friendly and offered for me to take his photo.

Normally, the sidewalks in this area are packed with slow-moving out-of-towners. It's quite infuriating to most native New Yorkers, who are used to walking about at a fast clip. Many jump into the gutter to walk out of frustration.

I'm off for a day in Boston, which is even colder. Photos will continue to be posted here, as usual.

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Singing the Blues, Below Ground

Photo by myself at the Union Square subway station.

Based in New York, The Tin Pan Blues Band performs extensively throughout and under Manhattan and Brooklyn.

A large crowd of onlookers surrounded the group as they jammed at the Union Square station. It was impossible not to smile - the group's energy is pure enthusiasm.


From where we stood, you could hear the trains come and go on the tracks below. Rush hour traffic was in full swing, yet people did not want to leave.

Then the music wound down and the sound of trains whooshed in. Suddenly the crowd was gone.


For the Tin Pan website, with video clips and free downloads of their music, click here.

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Free Food, Washington Square Park

Photo by myself in Washington Square Park.

Someone left a container and a note saying 'Free Food'. The note was held down with a small branch.

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When I showed the above photo to Mark, he expressed doubt that someone would actually eat the food.

'I've tried giving food to homeless guys. They turned me down!'

I have to side with Mark. The container is probably still sitting there.

However...I have noticed more acts of generosity and hopefulness during my recent walks around the city. The signs are subtle. I can't say that people are handing out wads of cash, but it's there, a genuine concern for others.

New Yorkers continue to contribute to street musicians and homeless folks on the sidewalk. We're still eating out and renovating apartments and buying fancy shoes. I have a feeling the fancy shoe shopping will be a tough habit to stop.

And we're leaving food out for those who might need it, instead of throwing it away. Maybe the food goes uneaten, but it's a gesture that's real.

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Scooby Doo, in the West Village

Photo by myself in the West Village, around Charles Street and Waverly Place.

Poor Scooby Doo was held hostage by a moving van in the West Village.

Usually you will see captive stuffed animals like pink bunnies or Elmos on the grills of grimy garbage trucks. This moving van decided to follow suit.

As you can see, the streets are relatively narrow in this neighborhood. Good luck to anyone on the other side of this truck!

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I was tempted to post a photo of someone sleeping on a front stoop, but then stopped myself.

Sometimes gritty reality can be a bit too much. The New York Jets failed to make it to the Superbowl, I had to zap another mouse in our apartment, a big one this time, which probably left some baby mice orphaned....yadda, yadda, yadda.

I'll take Scooby Doo anytime.

For more about my urban mouse zapping, click here.

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All Aglow, on 57th Street

Photo by myself on 57th Street and 6th Avenue.

The warm glow of lights draw you into the stores along this popular street.

The area is known for high end bookstores and galleries. Carnegie Hall is located on this stretch, steps away from The Russian Tea Room.

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Village People, in Sheridan Square

Photo by myself in Sheridan Square, in the West Village.

'The Bus Stop', by American artist George Segal, was installed in 1980. The figures were cast from life, created in bronze and patinated white, to resemble plaster.

For some embarrassing reason, I never noticed this sculpture before, perhaps because they are treated like neighborhood fixtures.

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I don't often post photos from the Village, and here's why: first, we often visit the East Village because there are more parking spaces. Second, Rupert loves the big dog run in Tompkins Square Park.

But really, I am directionally impaired, and a directionally impaired person in a neighborhood of diagonal streets is a sad sight. Within an hour I am a disoriented, dehydrated, grumbly person with sore feet.

I keep telling myself that all I need is to get lost more, and I'll know the neighborhood. Ha, fat chance!

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Guiseppi Logan, Performing in Tompkins Square Park

Photo by myself in Tompkins Square Park, around 8th Street and Avenue A.

The other day I was walking about Alphabet City. I hadn't hadn't much luck with taking photos of people, and Mark and I were about to go home. Then I heard the sound of a saxophone.

A man was hunched over, improvising in Tompkins Square Park. I asked if I could take his photograph.

The man was friendly and played rapidly, the notes tumbling forward. He said he's played in New York and Philadelphia but didn't have any gigs at the moment. He carefully spelled out his name and asked me to look him up on youtube.

It turns out that Giuseppi Logan was something of a figure in the free jazz world in the late 60's. According to Wikipedia, Logan is 75 years young. He's made records. He studied at the New England Conservatory of Music in Boston.

Sadly, Logan's story is one that movies are made of - a precocious youth, loads of talent, drug use and a mysterious disappearance from the music scene. There were queries on messageboards about Logan's whereabouts and rumors of his death.


Guiseppi Logan once lived near Tompkins Square. He was born in Philadelphia.

There are loads of talented people in New York. Why was I so surprised by Logan's history? I must say it was a little like stumbling upon Bobby Fischer playing chess outside in Washington Square. I could have easily walked by and missed the opportunity.

Here's a page devoted to Logan by one of my favorite radio stations, WFMU.

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Grains of Sand, in Union Square

Photo by myself in Union Square, at Broadway and 16th Street.

An artist named Joe Mangrum drew a small crowd last week as he created a large piece of colorful art on the ground.

Made entirely of brightly colored sand, this large design took the greater part of the day. As he added more to the artwork, Joe talked about how each of us was like a grain of sand in the larger context of the city.

Luckily for all of us, there was no wind that day. For more of Joe's work, click here.

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The size of Union Square makes it a popular location for performance art. There are often jugglers, musicians and mimes there, doing their thing. On Mondays, Wednesdays, Fridays and Saturdays, the square is filled with a Farmer's Market.

Folks from upstate New York, New Jersey and Pennsylvania drive over to sell organic produce, honey, meats, eggs, baked goods and even fish. For New Yorkers who appreciate fresh food and love to cook, it is heaven.

Artists and vendors often set up booths on the same days, selling their paintings, pins, t-shirts, photographs and all else. It's a delight to tour around the square, browse around and watch people.

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Street View at The New Cooper Union Building

Photo by myself near Cooper Union in the East Village, around Bowery and East 6th Street.

At street level, all you see is the splayed legs of the new Arts and Sciences Building of Cooper Union, a college in New York. The painted sign for The Bowery Bar and Grill, a well-known hangout, is in the background.

Founded by Peter Cooper in 1859, Cooper Union offers degrees in the arts, architecture and engineering to its students free of charge. It is exceedingly difficult to get into the school, as you might imagine.


The new Arts and Sciences building, designed by LA architect Thom Mayne.

How appropriate then is it to have this new sculptural building added to a progressive urban campus? We don't often have such modern architectural statements here. Most buildings conform in some way to the street, or resemble the older buildings.

This building seems to want to leap up and move around. You wouldn't think that concrete piers would splay out and seem to dance. Its metal mesh facade resembles a skirt ready to be flung off.

I can't say I fell in love with it at first sight, but the building takes risks and encourages you to try to figure it out. Its elaborate construction draws you in.

For the Times review of the building, click here.

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Big Green Monster, in Midtown

Photo by myself, in Midtown.

Everyone has a gimmick, methinks.

A Teletubby was seen handing out fliers for a deli in Midtown. I suppose the Teletubby wasn't too busy lulling young children into submission.

I was going to write that Teletubbies are an American phenomenon, except they aren't. According to Wikipedia, these guys originated in the UK and have been seen all over the place.

For more about Teletubbies, click here.

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Making a Splash, at Lincoln Center

Photo by myself at Lincoln Center, around 63rd Street and Broadway.

The new fountain at Lincoln Center is up and running. The fountain is elegantly designed - the sculptured granite top is elevated on legs and lit from below. The building in the background is the Metropolitan Opera House.

The polished surface of the fountain looks like it's wet but don't be fooled. You can sit on it and enjoy the view.

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When I recently read about the design and construction of the new fountain at Lincoln Center, I knew I had to visit it soon.

There's a great article in the New Yorker describing the powerful new water pumps installed below the plaza. A fountain expert from LA was brought in, who designed fountains for fancy casinos in Las Vegas. The new technology out there in fountain design are fascinating.

I'm sorry to say that my link is to the summary of the article. Unfortunately the article can be viewed by subscribers only, but isn't that the greatest excuse to subscribe to one of the best publications out there?

Here's a link to another article in the Times, which at this writing, is still free of charge. Be sure to check out the supercool animated movie of the entire design on the left sidebar, showing the renovation plans for the entire complex.

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At a Standstill, in Midtown

Photo by myself in Midtown.

What happened here? Is this the scene of an accident? Was anyone hurt?

No. This is an example gridlock. This happens every day. It's a recipe for disaster in a busy city with a street grid.

First, an ambitious car tries to beat a red light. The cars ahead of it slow down and suddenly the sneaky car finds itself caught behind traffic. Then the light changes and pedestrians take their 'right of way', willfully crossing the street.

The sneaky car is stranded. It can't go forward because of the pedestrians. It can't go backwards because of traffic trying to going the other way, if only there weren't this *@#&!^ sneaky car blocking the road. Gah!!!

Horns honk. Ordinarily sane people lose their tempers. Rude hand gestures are made. All the while, a steady stream of pedestrians navigates around the stranded car.

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The Rupert Fan Club, Part I

Photo by myself in Park Slope, Brooklyn.

One of Rupert's buddies is a greyhound with a beautiful profile. He's very gentle and is always in a good mood.

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It's been raining here in New York, so I'm digging into the photo stash.

Rupert recently received some fan mail from some buddies overseas. Lars, a human in Copenhagen, was kind enough to share some of his beautiful photos recently.


Fritzi in Hamburg shivers in the cold and says hello.


Chieka, a chow, is shy in front of the camera.


Mimi in a serious moment. She is actually quite easygoing and has a beautiful coat.

Here's what Lars wrote:
'Fritzi belongs to a lovely 80+ year old lady from Hamburg. After 5 or 6 foxterriers she finally decided on another (and easier to live with) race.

Chieka is Fritzi’s friend (and my mothers 4th Chow) and they visit each other several times each year either in Hamburg or in the Southern part of Denmark where Chieka lives. Once a year they also meet and spend a few weeks together in South Tirol during the skiing season. Sometimes Chieka and even Fritzi come to visit Mimi up at my house here north of Copenhagen. Being a Labrador Retriever, Mimi is friendly to everybody including the 2 cats living in the barn.'

Unfortunately Lars does not have a blog, otherwise I'd link to it here. He has a talent for taking superb photos, and I'm happy to be able to post them.

If you have photos or links to Rupert fans at home, do send them along! Just write to me at kittylittered @ gmail.com. Rupert is overjoyed to know he has fans overseas.

I assume if they met, Rupert and his fans could transcend the language barrier by licking, sniffing and just romping around.

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Through the Looking-Glass, in Midtown

Photo by myself in Midtown, around 42nd Street and Sixth Avenue.

A large poster advertising the Museum of Modern Art at its PS1 location in Queens was on display in Midtown. The poster interacted with its location, seeming to depict an indoor pool beyond the glass.

I've heard about the installation depicted in the poster: museum-goers look down as if into a swimming pool. Meanwhile, other museum-goers are below a pane of glass and look up as if from the bottom of a pool. It's a clever installation made more believable because water skims the glass that divides the two groups of people.

The poster itself plays on the installation, by using the glass of the building as its frame of reference. The people in the poster are full size, so they relate to the real onlookers outside, on the sidewalk.

To see more of the PS1 exhibit, which is on display until March 1st, click here.

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See Saw, Underground

Photo by myself at the Union Square subway station.

'The Saw Lady' played the musical saw Friday afternoon, stopping some people in their tracks. 'New York, New York' was a crowd favorite, for obvious reasons.

A wood saw is basically 'played' with a cello bow. Higher notes are made by bending the saw more tightly. The saw sounds like a more wobbly, ghostly version of a cello, and of course, can only play one note at a time.

I've seen the The Saw Lady on numerous occasions. This time, she was wearing fingerless gloves, and looked like she was thoroughly enjoying herself.

Edit: I received a lovely thank-you note from The Saw Lady. My photo is posted on her blog, here.

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Back to our mouse problem, which I first described here.

The situation escalated when I heard the little creatures munching through our kitchen cabinets, late one night. Then I heard them talking to each other. High-pitched squeaking, probably discussing how the cabinets tasted, or that with a bit more munching, they'd reach the coveted trash bin.

A coworker who had mouse problems last year swore by a battery-powered trap that basically electrocutes the poor things. The mice are lured in by peanut butter, until they stand on a metal plate, otherwise called a mouse zapper.

I had my doubts. No longer. The first night I woke up and saw the light flashing on the trap, which meant that it was not empty. Opening it up, I found two tiny mice, zapped to a humane death!

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On Police Precincts and Commuting Whilst Asleep

Photo by myself in Soho, around Centre and Broome Streets.

This gorgeously ritzy building just outside Little Italy was once a police station. It now houses large condo apartments. Last month, a one-bedroom in the building sold for nearly $4 million, while a four-bedroom went for nearly $20 million.

It's been long rumored that 240 Centre Street is home to runway models and celebrities like George Clooney. I've walked by many times and have never seen anyone coming out or going in.

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Apologies for being a bit out of it, recently. Things have been getting busier at the office, which is a good thing, I suppose.

Thursday morning involved a harrowing subway ride from Brooklyn to the Upper East Side. I woke up late and had exactly one hour to get from Park Slope to 94th Street and Park Avenue for a 9am meeting.

An hour is cutting it close, but it can be done if there are no delays. I raced to the subway and changed to a #5 express train, which arrived within moments. I was golden. All the stars were aligned. At 8:53, my train stopped at 86th Street and Lexington.

Then stupid me stayed on the train. Stupid me forgot the train was an express train and would not stop at 96th Street, so that I could walk the few blocks to the meeting, triumphantly on time. The doors closed and the train started and kept going and going.

Subway stops whizzed by. I started to sweat. All other passengers read their papers or enjoyed the ride, but I fidgeted frantically. A voice announced that the next stop would be '125th Street, Harlem'.

How many years have I lived here? Don't I know it's better to check the silly map than to board a train unknowingly? Duh?

In the end I was just a few minutes late, thank god, but I could have been triumphantly right on time! There's a lesson in this, people! Be alert, for heaven's sake!

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The Brooklyn Bridge, in the Balance

Photo by myself in DUMBO, around Elizabeth Place and Old Fulton Street.

The Brooklyn end of the Brooklyn Bridge looks like it's running along the top of a building.

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All Strung Up, Above DUMBO

Photo by myself in DUMBO, around Columbia Heights and Old Fulton Street.

Above, an odd memento I spotted last weekend, on a walk near the Brooklyn waterfront. Two baby dolls were strung together were hanging from a telephone wire.

There is an urban tradition of stringing things up from telephone wires. Typically you see pairs of sneakers up there. The technical term is shoe tossing, and the exact symbolism is not clear.

Mark told me that the colors of the sneakers tossed around Greenpoint, a predominantly Polish neighborhood, referred to the Polish flag (red and white). One could say then that the sneakers marked the edges of gang territory.

Click here for a photo of stuffed animals strung up. Perhaps toys mark the territories for younger gangs?

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On Fashion Plates and Wee Houseguests

Photo by myself near Union Square, at 14th Street and Park Avenue South.

A fashion plate stood in medium winter gear near Union Square.

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This weekend, Mark and I officially became New Yorkers.

How so? Do ten years living in a walk-up on the Upper West Side, a sleazy landlord, subway commutes and a hardened skin count for nothing?

Well Sunday night, I discovered a mouse in our house. Yes, Mark and I are finally New Yorkers because we have a live-in rodent.

I heard scratching coming from a closet and approached slowly, carrying our cat in one hand. Our (Neanderthal) upstairs neighbors had reported a mouse recently, so I've been on the look out.

I turned on the hall light and eased open the closet door. There, sandwiched between folders of old tax returns, was a tiny grey mouse, about an inch long. His whiskers twitched at me mockingly.

Long story short, the cat wound up walking away. Then the mouse did too, after I shined a flashlight into his beady little eyes. Argh!

So Mark and I are discussing glue traps vs. 'humane traps' vs. the old-fashioned metal mousetraps. My rodent-experienced friends are pitching in their advice, telling me many a tale about how some poor mice met their end.

To be continued.

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