NYC artist jayshells has created these subway etiquette posters and is putting them up in subways now.
Posts under ‘I Live NY’
Consider it a refund: Tax Day freebies
Nothing’s certain but death and taxes, but I’m pretty sure you deserve a free treat of some kind tomorrow.
Try one of these:
The case for growing up in NYC, whatever your age
The song “Empire State of Mind” celebrates New York as the “concrete jungle where dreams are made of.”
My first thought is “Huh? Who learned you that grammar?”
My second thought is “I know exactly what you mean.”
Whatever your dreams, you can probably chase them in NYC. And you won’t be alone. The NYC marathon is everyday.
Here’s a question from Lisa:
Yes, Virginia, NYC is a cesspool
New Yorkers don’t look up and take in the view nearly enough.
Why?
Because we live here, dammit, and we’re in a hurry to do something mundane. Like make enough money to pay for our decrepit apartments.
Also, if you don’t keep your head at the right angle, you just might step into something you don’t want to.
Like a steaming pile of animal waste. Or an open manhole.
Here’s a question from Kris:
Concrete jungle, indeed: NYC Elephant Parade 2010
When the Ringling Brothers Barnum and Bailey Circus comes to NYC each year, it promises fun for all ages. The NYC Elephant Parade, a sort of circus-welcoming tradition, is better suited to those of us without strict bedtimes.
Each spring during the wee hours of some day in March, elephants get off the circus train in Queens and walk through the Mid-Town Tunnel to Madison Square Garden. This is a necessity, as the elephants can’t ride the Penn Station escalators. But if you want, go ahead and imagine how that might play out.
Giant pachyderms lumbering down 34th Street! In one of the busiest areas of the city! In the same spot where people from New Jersey and Long Island weasel their way into Manhattan!
I had to see this.
St. Patrick’s Day sausage fest
Today I ate lunch at Battery Park with a bunch of guys from work.
It sometimes delights me how much adult life can be like high school (or junior high). Except in a cooler place. With my own money and no curfew.
And boys. Lots of boys who are not throwing spitballs at me.
Well, most of the time anyway.
St. Patrick’s Day Field Trip from Amanda Green on Vimeo.
Saturday going on Sunday
Remedy Diner last Sunday morning.
Lower East Side. Drunk, happy, sleepy. Empty streets. A skittish sun.
Turning Tricks at Remedy Diner from Amanda Green on Vimeo.
Come stay at my place: NYC 1-bedroom apartment sublet
You know how people sometimes like to sleep where George Washington slept?
Or eat where Al Capone liked to eat?
Or see a movie where Pee-wee Herman busted a nut?
Well, I don’t have access to those famous spots, but uh, I have a catsitting gig for a few weeks. I’m subletting my apartment while I’m in another neighborhood Will and Grace-ing it up with a good friend. (I’ve lived alone for almost four years now, and I’m really excited to have a temporary housemate).
The apartment is a one-bedroom near Central Park North. I can sublet it on a daily, weekend, or weekly basis from March 8 to March 26 for $150 per day. This is way nicer than a hotel room and more affordable.
No business like snow business
The Northeast has been pounded by snow in the last few days. NYC is no exception, though it hasn’t endured power outages or NBA-sized snowdrifts or anything.
Not like New Hampshire or Vermont or those other places that currently look like white blobs from space. Now those are hairy-chested states that can open beer bottles with their teeth!
Snow breaks
NYC got something like eight inches of snow today. School was cancelled, shops closed, sidewalks salted.
I could’ve worked from home like many of my co-workers, but there’s something you may not already know: Precipitation does not kill me.
While many people apparently chap walking two blocks from the subway to the office in cold weather, I don’t. I also manage not to slip on slush, fall through a subway grate, and freeze into a giant popsicle to be nibbled by rats.
Perhaps it’s my unattractive down coat?
Or maybe I’m just one of the chosen.
