The other day, I struck eavesdropping gold. I was in O Cafe, my spot on the corner where I’ve been trying to go once a day to spend some time working (gasp) outside the house. I usually stay for about an hour, which is how long you get free internet there. I like the change […]KEEP READING
on the street
Gotta be on time for yelling in public.
Yesterday was a good day for people yelling in public. I don’t mean they were having a good day. Judging from the yelling, two out of three were not. But it was a good day for spotting them. There was the lady, trim, groomed, late 50s, designer bag, skinny jeans — the picture of a middle-aged, upper middle […]KEEP READING
An argument about an argument on Washington Sq Park
“Who escalated first? WHO ESCALATED FIRST?” “You obviously think I escalated first.” “When you said that penises make immoral decisions, that was incredibly offensive.” “Your anger impinged upon me, bitch. I’m not apologizing because you still haven’t apologized to me!” “This stuff is not spoken, but it is so felt by me.” “You keep calling […]KEEP READING
Long walks, white legs, exposed genitals and junkies: summer of 2015
This summer, I’m a restaurant widow. My husband, Steven, kicked off the season by opening a new restaurant in Soho right after Memorial Day. (Sessanta in the SIXTY Soho hotel. Tell them I sent you!) When your spouse has just opened a restaurant, you don’t see them much. I know, “restaurant widow” is not at all a […]KEEP READING
If you shout, I get to listen.
The woman waiting for her cappuccino was standing at the counter, facing squarely into the work station, yelling to the barista. “YEAH, NOW I’M RETHINKING IT, I’M RETHINKING THE WHOLE THING!” Her cappuccino? She wanted to switch to a latte? But her tone wasn’t the slightly higher, “excuse me” pitch you use when you ask […]KEEP READING
This is some weird-ass sexual harassment.
I’m used to getting catcalls on the street. I’m sorry, that was a typo. I meant to write, I used to get catcalls on the street. These days, if I hear someone yell something lewd or make a kissy sound, I roll my eyes like I always did, then realize that’s presumptuous and do the 16 […]KEEP READING
Not a good sign.
There are only two ways this sign can be pronounced: “doe doe,” as in the dodo bird (at best), or “doo doo.” As in, doo doo.KEEP READING
Best rice pudding signs ever.
Rarely do I post a photo or video not to just make fun of it. In fact, I’ve often mocked this place, Rice, on Spring Street.KEEP READING
Still Life With Crackhead Stuff
I was walking along Bleecker Street yesterday and just had to snap this photo. Then, some dopey tourist saw me taking the picture and whipped out his own camera. Copycat. I hate it when people copy. He must have thought we’d both stumbled on a tableau of unexpected, urban beauty. Actually, I wanted to document […]KEEP READING
Have you ever passed a pudding stone? I hear it’s very painful.KEEP READING