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There’s a great place in Soho called Evolution which is essentially an art gallery filled with natural items including shells, butterflies, rocks, and skeletons. It’s a pretty fascinating place and taps into the beautiful part of nature. I bought an interesting sucker which I’ve photographed here. I’m especially fond of the ingredients list.

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New York is an interesting place, to say the least. There is obviously a lot going on, not only fun stuff like the Lincoln Center Jazz Band playing in the courtyard outside your building, but clearly lots of work, as seen from all the poor analysts with their hands and faces pressed against the glass upstairs wishing they could go down and enjoy the music.

Famously, New Yorkers walk really fast as well, to demonstrate exactly how important and late they are. I thought this was dumb until I realized yesterday I was huffing past lopey tourists and grumbling. Anyhow, one important element of this constant hurrying is the fashion in which people absorb news in the morning.

There are several options, but they fall into three categories: Real Papers (of which I mean the Wall Street Journal or Financial Times, or NY Times if you’re unemployed), the Free Papers (AM New York and Metro), and The Post. People who read the Real Papers are obviously posturing and taking up too much space on the subway with their broadsheets. This is an asshole thing to do.

The more acceptable and plebian thing to do is read the Free Papers. Every city has some version – they’re about 20 pages, cover a lot of important topics, including celeb gossip and local sports, and importantly, they’re free. The barkers stand by the subway entrances and tell you good morning and are generally pretty pleasant people. Unless there is one representative from each paper. Then it’s an angry competition between two aproned fellows yelling “AM NEW YORK!” “NO! METRO!” at which point everyone just walks by choosing neither.

Importantly, while these papers are certainly not good in the objective sense, they’re not really all that biased and are acceptable to read by all walks of life. There’s a sudoku in the back, a coverage of league-wide sports scores, and a brief sampling of world news. It’s exactly 15 minutes worth of reading, and it doesn’t make you upset.

On the other hand, the New York Post is without question the worlds worst newspaper. To begin with, they have perfected the alarming font, which early in the morning on the subway lets you know with no uncertainty and in a very loud (written) voice that “HILLARY MAY RUN FOR WHITE HOUSE!” and soforth. Not only is it the largest headline of any paper, but they do their best to pun it up as much as possible. A few weeks ago, when they nabbed the guys in the airplane bomb plot, it was, predictably, “SNAKES ON A PLANE!”.

Not only that, the contents of the paper are probably the most biased and poorly written of any printed materials other than possibly college campus Socialist propaganda. Yet here is the crazy part: *everyone* reads it. And they pay 50 cents for the privilege. CEO-types, arty NPR-types, homeless guys, construction workers, and drag queens all find the change and time for the New York Post.

I really don’t get it. Please help.

Dear Loyal-ish readers:

Despite your worst assumptions, all is well here in APland. I disappeared abroad to do some training and made some fun international friends. Now I’m back and doing a pretty fun non-profit project in my first for-real work thing. Also, I moved this weekend to my new apt and its a total tornado as of right now and way smaller than what I’m used to. That’s sort of a lot, but nothing so interesting as to be worthy of blogging about. Also, hilarious stuff happens at work, but I’m sworn to secrecy so no leaks there. Sorry.

Aside from that, I’m going to get my camera fixed and return the focus of this blog to photos (a “flog” I’m told) because NYC is super weird. Anyhow, hope you are well. Also, my friends are having a kid so check out their baby blog.

Naveen/Reena’s Baby.

Feel free to comment on Naveen’s lack of spelling ability.

I am currently a fresh tranplant to New York. I have already found myself cursing out tourists and bustling about. As of yet, I do not have access to my apartment and no address (curiously, you need an address to get a PO box) but its beginning to set in that I live here now.

Some observations: women here have to have both hands occupied with some combination of the following – coffee, dog leash, shopping bag, phone, man, or purse. Both hands. Swinging wildly.

I’m not clear where the money goes, but somehow it gets spent at a much more rapid clip here than anywhere else. Also, even though I’ve given up coffee, I find myself drinking copious amounts in The City. No idea why.

Its fun and there is a lot of life and character, especially in Brooklyn where I’m staying. I hope at some point I stop looking like a tourist.

 

Also from New York. What I love about the city is the constant flow of random people you see on the street. This guy was walking in front of me and based on how detailed the bus on his jacket is, down to the MTA logo, it’s clear that he actually drives one. He really must hate his passengers. Posted by Picasa

 
The following morning the snow clung to the trees in Central Park. Posted by Picasa

 

I happened to be in New York in December for the 25th anniversary of Lennon’s shooting outside his apartment building on the Upper West Side. I walked over and the whole area was a mob scene – TV cameras and vans from across the world, people with guitars singing, making speeches. Nearby in Central Park, in an area designated “Strawberry Fields” in honor of Lennon by the city, a huge crowd with candles was singing Beatles classics, notably “Give Peace a Chance”. It was kind of cool to be there, but also sort of a circus. Posted by Picasa


Then it hit me
Originally uploaded by thesquish.

I saw this on the street in NYC. I think this poster speaks to everyone and their fear that they will actually never end up as rock stars. Even if you never actually expected to live the life of Rock n’ Roll excess, it’s sobering to realize it’ll never happen.