Saturday, December 31, 2016
Sunday, December 18, 2016
Monday, December 12, 2016
Sesame Street Memories
His apartment turned out to be slightly larger than a broom closet. And that pleasant eccentricity? His space was crammed full of dozens of Ernie dolls, of Bert & Ernie fame, all sizes, including a life-size Ernie...
Years later, one evening in Washington Heights, he passed me on the street again, with two friends of his, and I remember my mind weighing for a split second, whether to say "Hey Jefferson Street man!" or "Hey, Ernie doll man!" as I couldn't remember his name. I think I went with "Jefferson Street!" And we had a brief chat.
As we talked, there were mobs of teenage Dominican girls passing by, in various states of teenage hysteria: it was the annual Dominican version of the "sweet sixteen" coming-of-age event. That was the moment when I remembered why I didn't really like my Ernie doll friend. Gesturing to the young women, he pointed out that as a stupid, privileged white person, I would be completely unaware that Dominicans celebrate a "sweet fifteen" coming-of-age event, and not sweet sixteen.
"Ah, yes, the quinceañera," I said to him, and gave him a hard look. He took himself off with some annoying minor crack about white privilege.
I do not have the rapier instinct. I guess I could have made fun of his stupid Ernie doll fixation (and I think he also sucked his thumb), but I didn't.
All this memory was triggered by that Sesame Street doll in the photo, which isn't even a Bert or Ernie doll...!
Thursday, October 13, 2016
What's Small, Round, Red, And Speaks In A Whisper?
Monday, September 12, 2016
Tuesday, September 06, 2016
Monday, August 08, 2016
Some Yellow Things
These photos are a little old...
This was when someone I know lived on Bergen Street, Brooklyn, near this bright little BMW.
I really don't know what was being suggested on this yellow... thing...
A cool chick seen through a speeding express train... waiting for the local.
A snowy day in Queens, probably two winters ago. The Harris Shutter app.
The Wrong Continent
Sunday, July 17, 2016
Saturday, July 16, 2016
Putting The 'Ugh' Into 'Outer Borough'
This is of course the 'ugh' in 'borough' adorning the outside wall of the Queens Public Library's HQ, in Jamaica, Queens.
Let me ramble on a bit more.
In Washington Heights a few years ago, there was a room renting service on whose business card were the unforgettable words: We Cover All Four Boroughs!
Last night, I had the unpleasant experience of walking just one and a half blocks of 42nd Street, the lower end of Times Square. Not only was the area c r a w l i n g with uniformed cops, there must have been scores of undercovers too.
Normally that distance might take six, seven minutes to walk. Last evening, amongst the hordes of rowdy locals and gawking tourists, I think it took 25 minutes... and we were penned in: guard rails of the crowd control/ crash barrier variety now run all along the length of 42nd Street. Was this a safety measure after what happened in Nice? The Police Commissioner says no... but the sense of being penned in, of having nowhere to run, only added to one's tingling anxiety.
Friday, July 08, 2016
Float Like A Butterfly,
...spell like a moron? How can you screw up spelling the name of someone as famous as the late Greatest of All Time? Especially when you are painting it on a wall.
A couple of people have tried to argue with me that the spelling is not wrong, that it is somehow... not spelt wrong. But it is! That has never been, nor will it ever be, how one spells 'Ali'. 'A-L-I'.