It’s officially blog canon now, how much I love the coastline of New York City. And with so many islands to choooooose from, there’s plenty of opportunities to smell the salty air and feel the water’s wind whipping your hair back and forth. But let’s say you want a more immersive experience. Let’s say you really want to…
Tag: Brooklyn living
Roommates Are Basically The Same Thing As Poltergeists
DON’T GET ME WRONG: I LOVE MY ROOMMATES. Okay, “love” is a strong word. I definitely prefer my roommates over most other roommates I’ve ever had in my adult life. Do I wish I wasn’t forced to consider crapping in a Tupperware on a weekly basis? Sure. Nobody’s perfect! I’m sure there’s an…
The Beauty of Bushwick
My Instagram account is now a street art appreciation account. This blog is now a street art appreciation blog. With spring sloooowly inching the mercury higher, I’ve been making little efforts to get out of bed and get out more. The smallest of these efforts being strolling trips out and about in my…
So This Is A Brooklyn Spring
In the countryside, Springtime is evidenced through gradually warming temperatures. The daylight lasts longer. And the trees start to bloom. In Brooklyn, the telltale sign of spring’s arrival is not the chirps of the returning birds, but rather, the throbbing rumble of a subwoofer being blasted from somewhere down the road. ALL. DAY….
On The (Greenpoint) Waterfront
I. Love. Being on the NYC coastline. I like beaches??? Idk. There’s something about being on the EDGE of land. Where land meets water. It feels RISKY and DANGEROUS, like when I went through that weird phase of putting bowls and coffee cups close to the edge of countertops and tables absentmindedly, RIP…
The L Train Is SAVED!! Maybe.
We’ve been dreading it. Planning around it. Making forced gallows-humor jokes about it. And now… Well, in a bizarrely unilateral move, Gov. (ptooey!) Cuomo announced that there would be no L train shutdown. Couldn’t have said it any better myself, cryptically ominous subway tile graffiti. In a totally “everything means nothing” move, that bitter pill that we’ve been gagging on…
Squeaky Shoes
The skill that has taken me the longest to hone, and the skill that has served me the best in my everyday life, is the ability to squeak my shoes. Yes, I have finally mastered the gentle scuff of my Converse against nearly any ground-type surface that elicits an ear-piercing “SQUEAK!” on demand, any time and any where….