Hey, What's it really like living in New York City?

pretty much like yours except for the hot dog, aTM, lost, f trains,no cabs, knife , and the Easter demonstration.
I walked a lot in the woods looking for morels before thhe squirrels get em and then we watched this really lame movie called "Duplex" . It was about a couple that bought a duplex in brooklyn and it was occupied by this sweet old irish lady who refused to die.
When you view a movie with a shallow based premise like that , you discover that on Seinfeld usually it was funny, in a Ben stiller , Drew Barrymore movie, the main characters were pathetic losers. Stiller is writing a book, all on his notebook and it never occurs to him to have it backed up to a cD , and when the notebook gets run over he never considers going to a forensics dude who could save the HD.

I have one or two morels with chew markes on them. i dont know whether squirrel spit is deadly.

Why did a guy pull a knife on an aTM? did he miss the concept ?

I lived in NYC for a year or so in the sixties. I remember Be-Ins, and The Village when living in The Village meant "tub in kitch". I spent a lot of time in the 103'd street sandbox in Riverside Park. Missing a subway stop, I was given a protective escort of Hell's Angels to get out of Harlem.

Ah, once upon a time....

I recall ... Living at first in Manhattan, then moving to 31st Street in Brooklyn. Try being a Texan in Manhattan looking for Houston (Hyu-ston) Street. Nobody knows where it is. It's like nobody ever heard of it. Then one bright young man snaps: "Oh! You mean Houston (House-ton) Street." Two blocks over.
I used to watch the Dead play at Thompkins Park when they played for free.
Riding the subway home from work ... Distraught man suddenly leaps to his feet and smashes his fist into the glass in the door. The car instantly becomes empty with people flooding out into the adjoining car. All except me, who is just too hard headed to give up his seat. Seconds later we come in at the loading platform and the disgruntled guy runs out the door.
Taking the Staten Island Ferry, thinking it's going out to the Statue of Liberty at first.
All in all, I love NY and hope to revisit in time.

Although I voted jes I have no idea what that means.

Lol! Only "lived" there for a month - and hey, I was on holidays.

Loved walking walking walking through Manhattan - neighbourhoods so different - didn't like sorta getting mugged in the subway - loved downtown - loved The Cloisters, and the wild park around it - and the river view.

Loved eating at 10 or 11 - and wandering the streets, looking for some music. Loved shops and such being open really late - and the people - loved walking across Brooklyn Bridge to ...where else...Brooklyn - and the lovely view of the city from there...

Great food, cheap scotch, fabulous art...lots of friendly chatty folk in restaurants and clubs and the subway - and even shops.

Loved kitschy things like being on the Empire State Building at night and the view (my first night - way jetlagged).

The buildings - hey - it is THE city, no????

Didn't like the foul odours from the subway, I guess? Comes up the gratings. Very rude people in some food outlets - bank staff chewing gum while they served you - yuck!!!! Horrible seeing the homeless everywhere, and being scammed and not knowing, really, when stuff was a bit dangerous or not - like the fellas hanging round the ATMs! And the crazy people in the subways.

REALLY wanna go back...

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I've only spent a fortnight in the city that never sleeps. I loved every minute of it.
I went for St. Paddy's Day but I was smitten the second I flew over it. I was a wee bit chubbier then and every where I went people called me Monica, but...I met everybody. I talked and sang till I was hoarse.
I have a picture on my fridge that I love. It's a photo I took of a diner window. It's crammed full of information but standing out in the midst of the mayhem is a big sign. It read, 'We are polite New Yorkers', and for the most part I found New Yorkers to be extremely friendly and sooooo funny.. I (heart) NY!

Uh, why is my screen name a choice in this poll? :-D

Haven't lived in NYC but I've worked there and my in-laws live there. Every time I'm there, it just seems more chaotic.

What? You don't speak Nuvea York? It's jes or no around here, jes? No.
Jes. Hoekay. Jes, if your name was Nes you could be nespah. No?

The fella in the ATM pulled a knife not on me but on one of my two companions who were holding the door shut as I arrived. The fella with the knife, henceforth known as FwtK, was explaining his position to the two guys holding the door mostly by ramming his head against the glass and yelling "Out, out, just let me out." His head had responded by bleeding quite a bit. The two guys holding the door weren't saying much, but the fifteen people behind us on the sidewalk were either talking to their friends on their cell phones or calling 911.
"Hey man, you oughta see what's happening."
"the corner of Sixteenth and Eighth. .....no, Eighth Ave, there is no SIXteenth Avenue, right?.......yeah, man with a knife....okay....."
"completely unintelligable conversation in Urdu or something."
"guy's freaking out, man, fukking freaking out."

It wasn't until after the cops, who did a great job controlling the Fwtk, arrived that I noticed that there was another guy inside the ATM. He was playing statue, he never moved a muscle till the cops went in to cuff the perp. (I have been watching way too much Law and Order.) I was late for work so hustled over to Starbucks and then grabbed a cab.

D: Have I mentioned I can hit the Cloisters, or at least Fort Tryon Park, with a rock from my apartment.? Actually, it is more like two stones throw which should be the name of a folk band. (Now, all the way from Manchester, Connecticut, Al and Giles --- Two Stones Throw..)....in about a week the park will be all in glorious bloom. And the view of the river... gasp.....
Last fall, on a beautiful clear day, I was up there gazing out at the water when I spotted a sailboat going up river using it's motor. The sails were all tied in tight and it was oblivious that the owners, a man and a woman both seated back by the rudder, were headed for winter portage, but as I watched the man shut down the motor and leaped up to the mainsail. The woman was laughing and saying something to him I couldn't hear. He was going like a madman, pulling at the ropes, at first I thought he was just fooling around, but soon he had the sail raised and the boat turned to catch the wind. One last sail before the winter is irresistible, and ought to be required by law.


I have discovered that if you don't drink for two weeks, well okay, two drinks in two weeks which is about twenty drinks less than normal, jesus is that right? Twenty two drinks in fourteen days? No. Okay, try again.
I have discovered that if you cut back from one drink a day to nearly none for about two weeks and then go to Dock's Oyster Bar and have two Manhattans you will be about as drunk as if you had had six, which I have had which is four too many and far too many

Did I mention that at the ATM last night the ceiling was coming down because of the water leak from the floor above and one of the other customers was on the bank phone explaining to the customer service person that there was going to about two inches of water in their machines pretty soon and the customer service person wanted to know if the customer knew the branch number or the zip code which is one more reason why you probably don't want your customer service folks to be in India when there is a leak from the ceiling in Manhattan.

Yesterday, a customer said she wanted a small gallon of paint and when asked if she wanted flat or semi-gloss answered 'Jes'.

Joe

seems that FWtk could have used the subsequent information re: the leaking ceiling, there was probably a drywall pos covering that he could have stabbed repeatedly to cut his way out. He could have stood on statue guy and wriggled his way up. Ive found that people who engage in criminal activities , dont usually have a plan B

I suppose acts of extreme citizenship areno big deal for you, living in a city that offers up daily treats of hyperawareness.

A question? when you go out in the country do you feel uncomfortable at the lack of sensory stimulation?

Lol!!!!

That park!!!!!! The view - man are you ever uptown!

Jes, No ? ! ? ! ?

Hey, waddaya waddaya ?


I will let the late, much lamented Mr. Zappa answer the poll for me.

I was sitting in a diner . . .
Three a.m.
Starin' at a horribly foreshortened glass of orange juice
An' a bowl of corn flakes 'bout as big as my thumb
An' i said to meyself:
"Ah, this is the life ! "

I must tell the story of the friend I was travelling with and the phone message. She became so used to the ruder staff at things like ticket outlets and such just boredly repeating themselves again and again when asked a question, without ever responding to the question (like we were idiots who didn't speak Murrican) that one day she handed me - (I was always better at getting sense out of folk in such situations) - the phone, which kept telling her to do something or other so she could make an international call - she had been telling it she did not understand how to do whatever it wanted her to do, and she was getting very heated. "She's behaving like she's a recorded message!" she said, as she handed me thr phone to do my magic - I listened for a moment. It WAS a recorded message...

Joe, please don't hit the Cloisters with any stones, mmkay?

The Cloisters, actually, are a fave destination of my mother - 'cause you can get there taking (according to her) THE GREATEST BUS IN THE WORLD: The Number 4 Bus.

Personally, I dun get quite so excited about such things, but there you have it.

Now opening for Two Stones' Throw - The Number 4 Bus Groupies!

It's what I seek. Vacations, which once were a blur of activity, now consist of finding a solid beach chair, a solid beach book and every once in awhile staring out to sea.

Did I mention it was a different ATM? I know out there in the sticks you may just have one in the whole town. One summer's night we were on a bike tour with about 2000 people encamped on a little town's football field.
There was one public telephone down by the little bitty post office and no ATM at all. The waitress at the diner looked at us as if we were making it up, that there was a machine you could get money out of, landsakes.
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D: I tried calling my local post office on Friday. I had to wait through a long announcement concerning the fact that they do or do not have tax forms.(I wasn't listening.) then, four more choices, (I picked number four (all other services) then four MORE choices and a three minute hold all to get a guy who gave me the direct number to call.

It was busy.

What must it be like to be 80 and try and deal with technology?
What will it be like for us? What gizmo will stump us and, while they grin at us as if we were mental, somebody will have to show us how to make it go bleem!



There is no plan B for the criminal mind, it's an all-in bet.



Set: thanks for the words of Dr. Zappa (what a wonderfully twisted mind was his) The opposite seems true now. If you order a two egg omelette, it comes with juice and home fries and toast and some kind of meat, unless you order the Irish breakfast, that come with all of the above AND black and white pudding. Oh, and extra sausage. Half gallon coffee too.

I'm hungry.

Joe

Hey, how were the morels, squirrel spit and all.??

we are getting our first ATM soon. I think the Amish need to hold a conference to determine whether it fits the disciplines of the 'Ordnung". All the bishops will be there, discussing whether it is accepted to carry a card that "connects' you to the world. (The amish use cell phones and laptops cuz they can be charged by a self generated electric current) This will be exciting.

we are making the morels with a major springtime Easter Lunch for 8. Were having a delmonico roast (took a friggin loan on my 401k, DANDELION GREENS, morels in a mild mustardy sauce. im doin the cooking except for the dandelion green sauce.


If you walked, how long would it take to walk all the way from the park at governors island ferry area up to the Museum of Natural History?

I was in art school in NYC back in the early 70's. Lived in the NYU dorms in the Village, right across from Washington Square Park. Coming from Chicago, it was just trading one big city for another but one thing I noticed in NYC that I never encountered in Chi. Men peeing on the street. It was so wierd. Seems like every day, or at least a few times a week, I'd run up on some clown peeing right there in open view. It happened so often, I thought that maybe it was legal there.

Joe, speaking of Zappa, the dorm I lived in was also a hotel, 1 5th Avenue, and Zappa kept a suite there. I saw him once. Stevie Wonder kept a suite in a hotel a couple of blocks down, around 10th and 5th and rehearsed in one of the banquet rooms. One night, word got out that Stevie was in rehearsals and it was open to whomever. I took my camera and tape recorder. Got some great pix and taped music until they threatened to throw me out of there if I didn't stop with the taping.

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What's that ehBeth?