Sunday, September 19, 2010
Friday, September 03, 2010
Sunday, August 29, 2010
It seems I've recently been many a place where bathing in Purell upon leaving seems a good idea.
Which brings me to my trip to Coney Island with the kiddos last week. It only took me four years to get there, but then, I've not been to the Statue of Liberty or the top of the Empire State building yet, either.
Coney Island was fascinating in a run-down, decrepit kind of way. I caught glimpses of the past glory... if I squinted my eyes so the grime and peeling paint weren't so obvious, the hot dog stands and carnival games became quaint and old-timey. As is usually the case, people watching was the main attraction. And boy howdy. Were the people there an attraction. Notice I said an attraction, not necessarily attractive...
Shared by Dana at 6:17 PM
Tuesday, August 24, 2010
Sometimes I have to be at work at 6 in the morning. Early, right? That means I'm on the subway platform by 5:15, because although it's only a ten minute train ride to work, the trains run so sporadically at that time in the morning that I've got to overcompensate.
Not long ago on one of those early mornings, this groggy fellow got a little too comfortable on his mustard yellow plastic seat. He was so sound asleep (or something else) that he tipped off the seat and stayed asleep on the floor. Everyone around him, including me, ascertained that yep, his chest was still rising and falling, and let him be.
Shared by Dana at 6:40 AM
Tuesday, May 18, 2010
Monday, April 26, 2010
I remain oblivious
Dancing in the stall
C'mon. You know you've done it too.
You finish your business, stand up, and watch anxiously for the autoflush to kick in.
But it doesn't.
So what do you do? You wave your hands in front of the sensor, shimmy your hips a bit, mime sitting down and standing up again. And before you know it, you're doing the autoflush dance.
Or is it just me?
Shared by Dana at 6:21 PM
Sunday, April 18, 2010
How'd that get there? I found this at the end of Pier 45.
If, while walking through the city, you pay attention to what's on the sidewalk (and you'd be unwise not to), you'll notice any number of items lying in the most unlikely places. For me, it's a bit of a game to create the back stories to those things. Most often, the setting to the story is the middle of the night, and various and sundry characters play the lead role, pursuing deeds of darkness, romance, and adventure.
And this glove? It was placed there by a conscientious junkie, don't you agree?
Shared by Dana at 6:55 AM
- Def. 1: What an impatient person does when, while waiting for the elevator, he/she looks at the elevator button, sees that I've already pushed it, and proceeds to push it again anyway. As if my initial push is insufficient to call the elevator.
- Def. 2: What I must to to the feelings of annoyance that arise when Def. 1 occurs.
Shared by Dana at 6:44 AM
Tuesday, March 23, 2010
- The sense of disorientation and anxiety that a New Yorker, accustomed to shopping in tiny corner bodegas, feels upon entering a large, brightly lit Walmart Supercenter
Not to be confused with Astoriaphobia, which is an unnatural fear of a quaint neighborhood in Queens.
Shared by Dana at 2:51 PM
Friday, March 19, 2010
- The single pathetic, tissue-thin, sorry-excuse-for-a napkin that New York restaurants sometimes give their take out customers. These "napkins" disintegrate prior to any actual contact with skin.
Shared by Dana at 5:56 PM