Month: May 2009

I accidentally posted this on my Unbelievable blog!!  But look at these!!  Also, why doesn’t the word refrigerator had a “d” in it??  I pass this store on 18th Street, whenever I go to City Bakery, and I just love these old style fridges.  (Friges?)

I’m sure they have them elsewhere, but doormen still feel like such a quintessential New York thing to me.

I have to get to work on a new book proposal if I want to do something like eat this year.  Oh, these are scary times.  What would I do for a living if I can’t write books??  And yet people everywhere are losing their jobs and have to figure out something else to do.

Well, I’ll cross that bridge when I come to it.

So, this week.  What’s up?  A friend might be visiting today, have to call and see if that’s still on.  An interview.  An imovie class I signed up for at Apple.  I’m giving a tour of the WTC with Tony, a volunteer friend from St. Paul’s Chapel. American Idol finale (I do love my tv). And work work work on that proposal.

That’s my plan for this week.  I came up with a title for the pigeon photo series I want to do: Pigeons I Have Loved for a Few Seconds.

UPDATE: I deleted my original post because it contained information and links to a story I came across that was so ugly and upsetting I just didn’t want to anything to proliferate the story. So the following is an edited down version.

When I was researching The Restless Sleep I came across a case of a little boy who went missing in the 1930’s. Just looking at his picture on the NYPD website got to me. It was from another time. It was obvious that his case will never be solved, and everyone who ever knew him is now dead. It’s over. Done. I thought of him again because of this new book about Etan Patz, a famous missing child case here in NYC.

The picture of the boy I remembered is no longer on the NYPD website, but I found him on the Doe Network. Joseph Rodriguez, 4 years old, went missing on September 6, 1936 from New York City. The information about him is scant.

“Rodriguez was last seen outside of his family’s home at 1637 Park Avenue in Spanish Harlem (Manhattan), NY on September 6, 1936. He has never been seen again. On September 12, the boy’s aunt, Pauline Rodriguez, received a telegram that suggested Joe may have been injured. It read: “Dear Pauline: Joseph will be back on Wednesday. Doctor will not let me move him.” But Wednesday came and went, without any trace of the missing child.”

This is the garden behind the Jefferson Market where Miranda and Steve (Sex and the City) got married. Our concert last night was okay, by the way.  I’m not sure it was a complete success.  I wish we could do it again.  I think there were a couple of problems that we could have fixed.  It’s a little frustrating.  You work so hard and then it’s not perfect!

I told Will I wanted something a little shorter and flippier and I walked out with the best cut EVER of all time.

<———Check it out.  I do not lie.

If you want great hair too, I go to Will at Whistle, (212) 477-0631, 267 East 10th Street, except they’re moving next door, so I think it will be 265 East 10th.

So now I can go to the performance tonight with that “I feel pretty, oh so pretty” spring in my step.

Now I have to practice the bits I messed up last night.