More than the Empire State Building, more than the Brooklyn bridge, my every day, stock image of what New York City is…is the crazy homeless dude. I’d venture to say that almost every neighborhood has one, sometimes two. A person you walk past every morning or every night, who sits on your stoop with their… Read More Homeless Where the Heart is.
I turned 30 without fanfare last week, an ordinary week for what I’ve considered a milestone –and perhaps a millstone– for so long. However, as soon as I get my pictures developed, I will share the Tropicana Adventure that preceded it. For today, it’s a rainy day in Manhattan. The sidewalks are slush, and the… Read More You were only waiting for this moment to arise.
I heard about the death of another young man today, someone from the Indian community back home. Not as famous as Heath Ledger, but no less promising and full of life. I didn’t know him well, we weren’t friends, but his sudden passing is just as much of a shock and tragedy. I’m turning 30… Read More The hand that rocks the curdle…
The death of talented actor Heath Ledger today at the age of 28 is a tragedy. No bones about it. Hollywood lost a bright star and a baby lost a father. What floors me almost as much as the news of the death itself is how the news broke. Per the horrified cry that went… Read More Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone…
Okay, I’m not going to lie: living in New York City is not always sunshine and rainbows. Winter, especially, is difficult. It’s gloomy, it’s cold, and it often feels really hopeless to try and carve out a life here that isn’t caught up in financial worries and job stress. Waking up today was a chore.… Read More Ways to ward off the winter blues.
A few days ago, I weighed in on the ongoing drama of romance author Cassie Edwards being revealed as a plagiarist. Now, as it continues to grow and fester, we have an e-mailed letter attributed to Edwards making the rounds. I am so appalled that I have to excerpt it here: The sad thing is… Read More Paging Chief Mantitty, Chief Sitting Bull(shit) would like to see you.
You know the phrase “mind the gap?” Methinks that Gap and Old Navy have taken that to mean “the gap between one’s waistband and the end of their shirt”…and decided to steadfastly ignore the advice. I was disconcerted recently when I went to buy some new blue jeans at Old Navy and discovered these cutesy… Read More It’s in your jeans…or hanging out of them.
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