Tag: NYC
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30DHN: What I Love About My Job
I totally do, you guys. I totally love my job. Oh, I have two jobs, and I absolutely love them both. I love being a “greeter” in an NYC store because I get to chat up perfect strangers. I get to coo at babies and give candy to toddlers in cute hats. I make so…
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Weekend Update!
How could I possibly resist a link-up named after a segment on SNL? I couldn’t. So I’m linking up with Sami’s Shenanigans to let you know a little about my whirlwind weekend! This weekend, my flatmate (which sounds better than roommate, I’ve decided, because A. It’s British and B. it won’t confuse people into thinking…
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30DHN: My Family
Today is a scary morning. I’m waiting to see if I’m scheduled to work on Black Friday. If I am, it means I’ll be spending Thanksgiving, Christmas, AND New Year’s alone. No family. The funny thing about my family is that I grew up independent. I never really saw the importance of family. I wanted…
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30DHN: Style Inspiration for the Season
This fall/winter, as indeed every fall/winter, I start to get a little discontent. The cold makes me angry. Layers upon layers of warm clothing needed to survive out in the windy streets feels like body armor. Hunching your shoulders around your ears against the cold feels like the shrug of a malcontent. And my fall/winter…
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30DHN: The Last Item I Purchased
The last item I purchased were some Biotin supplements at Duane Reade. At the register, the checkout clerk asked me how I was doing. I replied honestly that I was doing well. Really well. “The sun is shining, how could it get any better?” I paused, feeling empathy for a fellow working man. “I suppose…
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30DHN: Three Years Ago Today
November 11, 2009 I wake up early in my house in Forest Hills, Queens. Turn on the TV to NY Nonstop to get the weather forecast for the day. Take a slow, leisurely bath in the bathroom with hideous peeling wallpaper and plastic shower curtains taped to the tile walls to prevent them from crumbling. …
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Self-Portraits of a Day
2:15pm. Walking in sunny Chelsea 2:30pm in Chelsea Market.Late for a date but at least I look great. 7:15pm, Times Square.Showing off my lantern, pre-ghost tour.A homeless man said “You’re beautiful.” My lantern brings all the hobos to the yard. 9:45pm, the 1 train home.Completely empty car but for the family of 4 that got…
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Lady in Red
When you have the choice to take the subway or walk 2.5 miles on a clear night, always take the walking option. Friday night, New York City was one big – RED – light district. From Madison Square Park… …to the Empire State building…
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30DHN: My Hometown
There’s the town I was born in. The town I grew up in. But my home in my heart will always be New York City. Growing up, I had a map of the subway system on my wall to remind me of my dream. Then, when I was 24, I moved to Queens (Forest Hills…
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30DHN: A Friend I Adore
My newest and closest friend deserves a tribute today. She has been having ups and downs and deserves to be told how wonderful she is. Which I try to do every day. Which is easy because I live with her. My new roommate is beautiful. Multi-talented, generous, and full of life. She doesn’t judge me,…
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30DHN: Something I Never Leave the House Without.
For Day Three of 30 Days Hath November, I humbly present something I never leave the house without. Indeed, it is something NO ONE should EVER leave the house without. Except for that one time I did leave the house without it, and felt really stupid about it. Clockwise, from top: Keys: my heavy-duty extra-secure…
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Halloween Hangover
My Halloween tradition is to work, go home, and eat Oreos while watching movies. With all the hurricane madness, I was scared that my dreams of being invited to an awesome party and dressing up for Halloween would be dashed. Just when all seemed lost (Halloween morning), my neighbor from the laundromat invited me (and…
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Cheap Joke
This is my grocery basket from a recent trip. This is not the joke part. Easy Mac happened to be on sale, so I bought all I could find. All that I could fit into my basket, while still leaving room for a tiny (just a tiny) bit of self-respect. Looking at my purchase, I…
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What A Difference Four Years Makes
It may have passed a bit unnoticed this year, but September 8th was the four-year anniversary of my move to New York City. Or, as I call it, my New Yorkiversary. I think New York and I deserve a formal anniversary. I think my love affair with New York City is real, lasting, legitimate. Relationships…
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Texts From the Hurricane
Somehow, in the course of the five hours I spent at work, nearly everyone sent me a text to warn me about the impending hurricane. Some people may have been overreacting: Some people were definitely overreacting: I’m looking at you, state of Connecticut. Still others may be underreacting: I’ll let you know how the roof…
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…And All I Got Were These SICK Photos
So I went to Comic Con! It was a total fluke – my roommate wasn’t feeling well, my date cancelled on me, and she insisted I take her 3-day pass for the day until she felt better. I don’t know how I will ever repay her – it was a total blast! I’m definitely going…
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Little Letters
Dear Spanish Karaoke: I appreciate what you’re trying to do there. But please, keep it between the hours of 10:00am and 11:00pm. This 2:00am and 7:30am nonsense is really inconsiderate. Sincerely, Ay Dios Mio. Dear Weather: I was hoping for a little autumn before we jumped right to winter. Coldly, Layering Up Dear Manhattan, I…
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Always Do Your Own Laundry
Saturday morning laundry is a ritual: roomie and I carry our own things around the block to the laundromat, hang out and talk and dish, and wash our clothes. It’s very fun, very Manhattan, and it’s nice to have clean clothes. This week, however, she’s out of town! Lonely laundry for little yours truly! Or…
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My Little Life
I’ve been so busy going through the days that I barely stop to think lately what I’m doing with my life. That is, I’ve been so intent on surviving that I’m hardly pausing to acknowledge how great it is. Surviving moving, long weeks, losing my voice, hurting my foot, more long work weeks. My life…