I’m glad people are organizing to do something about this problem. Seems like a positive way to make everyone more aware. Now if only there were some way to get drunk girls to stop walking home alone in the middle of the night. Get a clue, folks, or http://www.rightrides.org/!
People! What is with women walking home alone so late at night? Get a clue! And a car service! From within Williamsburg to Williamsburg or Greenpoint it should only be about $6, or roughly the cost of one drink. And who carries 20 grand in their purse around Greenpoint. The crime blotter really makes me lose faith in people, or at least lose faith in the intelligence of humans.
Several factors combined (namely a ridiculous credit card bill and the example set by mother, aunt and grandmother to reduce their purchases) caused me to blurt out in full witness of new friends, at a clothing swap no less, “I’m not buying anything new until September 1.” Um, what?! I’m not talking about householdessentials or necessaryfoodstuffs, but clothes and shoes and all that. Now that I’ve said it, and I’m pretty sure friends will hold me to it, here are a few tips for how to cut back on that nasty habit we Americans have of consuming.
1. Window shop. Go try on that super cute dress or see the pair of shoes you read about in person. Sometimes just trying on is enough to scratch the shopping itch, and other times you’ll see that the fabric or construction is not good enough quality to warrant the price. Those times are sheer credit card victories!
2. Think about why you’re shopping. Can the feeling be remedied by a) ice cream b) a nap or c) a phone call with a good friend? If so, step away from the retail.
3. Thrift stores. I’ve written about it before, but it bears mention again. Trading in clothes you’re sick of for new-to-you ones is satisfying but doesn’t technically count as shopping, right? It’s more like a sophisticated form of recycling that allows for a new pair of Catherine Malandrino wedge sandals or a new-with-tags H&M dress at half-off.
4. Be more mindful. I’ve fallen into the trap of plopping down my AmEx at the drop of a hat (remember drinks last Thursday, anyone? anyone?) because, well, it’s easy and also so cute. Plus, I never have cash. So, think before you charge.
So, all in all, it’s been one week of the no shopping thing and not much has changed yet :)
I earn my living—the food I eat, the apartment I sleep in, the books I read, etc. — bypushing plastic buttons all day long.
It’s the same with most of my friends.
I push a lot of buttons. There’s a trick to pushing them in the proper order, but no one way is “right” and everyone pushes their buttons differently. In fact, the order in which they push their buttons (combined with the number of times they push them) determines how much money they make.
The future (present) is so strange!
Funny, I was just talking to a friend today about how different life would be if we licked buttons instead of clicked them or pushed them (specifically talking about navigating the web).
anyone have any do-not-miss recommendations for where to eat & drink in baltimore? if there is any must-see art, architecture or other sights, please include those as well.
from my d.c.-based brother:
the aquarium is good. brewer’s art (www.thebrewersart.com) is a cool
place. good beer, good fries. the basement is cool, lots of bricks
and what-have-you. pete’s grill (3130 Greenmount Ave) is a great
little diner for breakfast. the inner harbor is for tourists and
pretty lame, i think, but federal hill and canton are cool little
neighborhoods. and there’s a little italy and a greektown.
wtf, folks, wtf? I still have not gotten this week’s New York magazine in my mailbox. There’s no way print media can keep up with online forms of delivery if the USPS cannot, ahem, deliver. What gives? Is this the fault of slow Brooklyn mail delivery? Did you get your copy this week? P.S. I have no reason to complain to NYmag’s circulation dept. as my subscription came free with a concert ticket purchase…
I haven’t gotten my New York mag this week and am mad at Brooklyn for its slow delivery of mail. Oh wait! I just remembered last week was a double issue! Nevermind.
yeah, I blogged that last week. Last week it was late, as in my double issue came late. thanks for the ‘tude though.
“The whole point of that aroma is not to flavor the food,” he said. “This is what happens to me personally when we set oak leaves on fire—I’m transported to my youth, raking the leaves in front of my house, jumping into the leaves, and setting them on fire.” He went on, “What we try to do is really search out that kind of emotional trigger.”
Before going to Chicago, I reread this New Yorker profile of Alinea chef Grant Achatz. Achatz lost his sense of taste after undergoing treatment for tongue cancer. The story chronicles his rediscovery of flavor from sweet, to bitter, to salty. The above reminds me of the scene in Ratatouille when Anton Ego takes his first bite of the ratatouille. Love.
The scent component at Alinea is pretty amazing. One of the courses I had doing the vegetarian tasting menu (in January 2007, before Achatz was sick) was served on a pillow of juniper air, and the aroma was as important as the flavors of the food. A thoroughly amazing dining experience.