Apartment hunting in New York City sucks. It really does. I find the whole process baffling, not to mention financially strapping. How in the world have real estate prices gone so high that people here expect you to shell out $1700 for a studio apartment and probably pay a 15% broker fee to boot? It’s highway… Read More Unreal estates: apartment hunting in NYC
New York state forcing all chain restaurants to post calorie counts? Sucks. I can say this with personal authority because the policy has thus far ruined my enjoyment of Baskin Robbins, Chevy’s, and Ruby Tuesday’s. I’m sorry, but anyone who goes to a restaurant in general is probably not going there to eat healthy… unless you’re… Read More The obligatory calorie count rant.
HarperCollins sent me an ARC of Mr. Cavendish, I Presume, by Julia Quinn, and I presume that was due to my raving about The Lost Duke of Wyndham here. Despite the fact that there are no soap actors on the cover this time, I was utterly delighted. I started it reading it at my desk… Read More Julia Quinn serves up a delicious Cavendish.
Check out my latest entries at Blogging With Mala…I’m probably preaching to the choir here, but why do soaps, soap actors and soap viewers all get such a bad rap? Sometimes, I feel like everywhere I turn, all I see is scorn for the genre. Sports fans are lauded for their loyalty, for having pricey… Read More A bit of linkspam to kick off July.
Well, it is. I pretty much learned English five minutes after I learned Bengali, though fluency in the latter came first, and now, some 30 years later, I’m definitely more proficient in the former. Yet, I still use the old chestnut of an excuse; it’s a running joke with me and my friends and coworkers.… Read More “English is my second language!”
of a feather Dark shape on the window ledge, a puffball, head tucked into its breast. For the moment, it’s not a nuisance, just a sleepy creature at rest. Not “shoo,” not “scat,” not “get,” it’s noble and sentient and streaked with grey. High above the city, the king of birds, on the ledge the… Read More A random act of poetry.
You know, for a city with such a badass reputation (“New Yorkers are mean,” “New Yorkers are rude,”), New York sure is populated with a bunch of wusses. Before someone beats me with a stale bagel or run me over with the crosstown bus, lemme ‘splain. This morning, I was watching NY1, my favorite channel… Read More Egads! The end is nigh…ish.
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