Still haven’t bought anything new and September 1 is coming up soon. I’m so in the habit of not buying new stuff that I don’t think I’ll revert. Not sure if it’s cheating, but I’ve still been thrifting and somehow buying lots of plane tickets. But, the point is that if I decide to buy anything new (back to school time!), I’ll probably go to Comptoir des Cotonniers, now open in Soho.
Lock your windows when you’re not home! Remember to keep alert and just use common sense. Gothamist has the rundown of latest chatter on the subject. I was thinking about starting some sort of neighborhood watch or trying to promote safety in some way. In all my free time :)
My feed reader is always taunting me with unread items. I need to be up on things, but just realized that I don’t think I’ve actually read a post from Gawker in who knows how long. Too many posts! Unnecessary! So. Am unsubscribing now. Thinking Jezebel might not be far behind. Why so many posts? I’m all about simplifying. Pare it down, keep it high quality and relevant (and stop overwhelming my feed reader). That’s all.
So you’re moving from San Francisco to New York. You liked your cute neighborhood and tasty burritos and you hope to replicate this existence somewhere in the Big Apple. Well kiddo, that’s impossible. Everyone knows there is no such thing as a good burrito in NYC…
(Mostly for Darrell)
This seems mostly right, though I’d kind of like to see the Brooklyn-SF list. And what New York neighborhood corresponds to the Avenues? Flushing? Sunset Park?
I’ve been kind of slow to warm up to Kings of Leon, but am loving this song. I heard it on the radio last night and have been thinking about it ever since. Oh, what’s that you say? Radio. That’s right. I listen to the radio when I’m at home, either out of old school clock radio in my bathroom that my great uncle refurbished 6 years for me (it’s probably 25 years older than that, easily), or from the radio attached to my stereo hooked up to my record player. No CD player in my household. Lame, I know.
Caroline was at the entrance talking to the founder of that Montreal cannonball rally last weekend. “Do you want to know an interesting fact?” he asked, leaning in conspiratorially. We did. “None of the founders of the Rally even have drivers licenses!” he announced. I decided that the fact was indeed sufficiently interesting, made a bad joke, and moved on.
In today’s eco-conscious, loca-whatever age, I smell an oncoming fad: Not having a driver’s license is the new not-having-a-TV.
Ha! My license is actually 6 months expired. It is really liberating if you don’t like driving, like me, but can potentially cause problems when you are trying to fly from St. Louis to San Francisco without any other ID. Hypothetically speaking. That said, a smile and a few jokes can usually cause enough distraction to have any STL airport employee initial your boarding pass and send you through security. P.S. San Francisco is chilly this time of year.
hotels off the freeway can be sketchy or gross, however, I am in the best example of a rest stop hotel. In Western (Southern?) PA, an hour or so from Falling Water, Frank Lloyd Wright’s house among the trees. Then on to Cincinnati for a night with my dear, sweet friend Grace (we met during my summer working at the Omega Institute in upstate NY. yoga retreat. weird times). so, what I’m saying here is, I’m away from the internet. The first post I saw on my dashboard was of a bunch of cute pink pigs. Awesome! Thanks, Caroline!
As much as I like TV on the Radio, the last thing on earth I’d want to do would be go to (another) hugely over-crowded party at Santo’s. Fire trap!
good point. i recommend the music but certainly not the locale. i’m not into overcrowded overly hip places. that said, tv on the radio wins the best performer of the season award from the mccarren pool parties 2007. plus i see the singer around with his adorable all over the neighborhood.
Whenever I leave New York for an extended period of time it kind of feels like I’m missing something. I hate that feeling! Tip me — Where should I go, what should I do and where should I eat while I’m in SF?
This sounds awesome, I think. Too bad I’ll be out of town. I was never into raves in the 90s but something about silently grooving in the middle of Union Square seems like a commentary on the disconnectedness of city dwellers who are usually locked inside their own heads, and the interconnectedness of our communal experience of being jammed into the same little island (and/or boroughs, as the case may be). Or maybe it’s just fun.
Most recent stabbing in Williamsburg, as reported by the Brooklyn Paper, was August 10. Again, right near my apartment. Read all about it.
A note on the crime blotter. I read these cheeky reports when they are published every Wednesday. Sometimes I laugh (in spite of myself), other times I cringe, and always I want to know more. Demographics of the victim, info about the perps, and more about how it went down. It’s all well and good to know which dirty word the stabber used, but really I just want to know if all these stabbings point to one person/group of people and who their apparent victims are. I’d assume drunk, young hipsters?