Month: December 2008

Holy shit.  All the muggings were within blocks of where I live, and all where I walk all the time:

“All of the incidents occurred between 11:00PM and 2:45AM, and the majority of the victims were white women. Every time, the victim was approached from behind by two males, hit and then mugged. The attacks occurred on: Waverly and Bank, 11th Street and 7th Avenue, 350 West 14th Street, 30 Christopher Street, 231 West 11th Street, West 4th Street and 8th Avenue.”

I’m usually curled up watching Jon Stewart by then, at least.

I’m reading on Gothamist about all these women getting mugged in my neighborhood, two within two blocks of where I live, when I hear this guy screaming on the street about how he’s going to get someone. I should wear a sign, “Struggling writer. Don’t bother.” Or, “Struggling writer. Economy not my fault. Plus, I rent.” Why is Mace illegal??

Anyway, on a different note, I finished wrapping up everything for my New York Cares kid and mailed the packages off this morning. I feel good. I found what he wanted, and I remembered to double check if batteries were included. They were not! How disappointing that would have been!

I included a thank you note to the coordinator. Doing this turned out to be a present to me as well.

This firetruck went by me the other day. Can you see how back-in-time it looks?

First up, a quick movie of walking down Bleecker Street, the last block before I hit home. That reminds me, my publisher sent me something that might help me improve the quality of my videos. I have to take a look at that. By the time I upload to YouTube the quality has really deteriorated.

Second video removed!

It looks like the people who live in the building that was Carrie’s apartment in Sex and The City are finally crying, Uncle!

For years now people have visited this spot, shooting pictures of themselves and their friends sitting on the steps. Tour buses full of people used to regularly line up to take pictures, except I believe the organizers officially took this spot off their tour.  Groups of girls continue to pay homage, but their numbers are smaller.

I’m amazed that the people living here were nice about as long as they have. I know the fans mean no harm, and I’m a huge fan of the show so I feel like they’re my people, but I can certainly understand how the people living might wish it would all just end.

Me, I’m excited to hear that there’s going to be another movie.  I did hear that, right?

I’ve had another “one of those days.”   But no one died, I have my health, and so do all my friends and family at the moment, as far as I know.  I still have all sorts of lunches and parties to look forward to.  My lunch today got rescheduled for next month, which actually worked out well since I had all sort of problems arise which I had to attend to.  Funny how that worked out.  Damnit.  I forgot to take pictures from my lunch yesterday.  It was a bunch of friends from graduate school along with the chair of the program. The ITP girls.  And we all looked so good, too.  No really.

But check out the beautiful window of this new store on West 4th Street.  It’s next to one of the few deli’s left in a formerly deli-rich neighborhood.  This store is also in the spot of the former Patisserie Lanciani, another place I miss. Oh God.  Life is slowly becoming a bunch of things and people I miss. (We’re doomed!!)

This store is like a gallery of clothes.  Coincidentally, on the other side of the deli is another new business—an art gallery.  I asked one of the deli guys if he was excited about two new stores going in on either side of him and he said, “Another two stores I can’t afford to shop in.”

I had to concede the point.  That’s our neighborhood now. Places we can’t afford to shop in.

At least they’re pretty!