Sort of along the lines of yesterday’s oh-so-deep pondering about the Virgin MegaStore not stocking the untouched, I have to wonder: Why is Filene’s Basement NOT IN THE BASEMENT? I believe the original outpost in Massachusetts started out in one. (That would make sense, wouldn’t it?) The one in Union Square, however, is on the… Read More The Tuesday pet peeve edition.
I’m slowly transferring a few posts from various places over to WordPress, which is why there are now posts before Nov. 18 showing here. Talk about a pain in the rear. Also a pain in the rear? The Virgin MegaStore when they’re having one of their $10 sales. I tend to avoid the one in… Read More Less than meets the eye.
We slack off in the summer time, but as it turns to the colder months here in the city, my friends and I always end up patronizing Tea and Sympathy at 108 Greenwich Ave in the West Village. Or perhaps I should say they end up patronizing us? Since we’re a trio of loud, ethnic… Read More tea and infamy
Welcome to bad necklace: not quite pearls of wisdom, a blog for rambling natterings on writing, the Big Apple, growing up desi in the American Midwest, and whatever the heck else occurs to me. The name “bad necklace,” comes from one of many crazy nights with my friends Ty and Tiffany. I made the mistake… Read More Welcome to the jewelry box.
I have a slew of blogs and sites I visit every morning and several times throughout the day. It’s my daily tour, including sites like Midtown Lunch (a midtown NY foodie blog), Smart Bitches Who Love Trashy Books (fairly self-explanatory), the Menupages.Com restaurant reviews, and the cesspool that is Craigslist’s Missed Connections page. I can… Read More The nonstop entertainment of Craigslist’s Missed Connections
Winter in New York smells like the cold room in my father’s old laboratory, like Kolkata petrol poured over ice, sharp, sour, old world science and life skating on agar I inhaled and choked this morning as I crossed Park Avenue. Apparently it made me feel poetic.
I was talking with a friend last night about the cavalcade of “characters” you find on a weekly basis on the New York subway trains. It’s remarkable, how subway and station performers make their living, panhandling for cash and coin as they go from car to car or pick the perfect spot in the walkway… Read More Thank you for your donations: The ballad of the Mad Violinist
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