I’ve been writing elsewhere lately.
Check out what’s been on the front burner. If you like what you see, please leave a comment or share it on Twitter, Facebook, etc.
1. The latest on my fire escape garden at the Burpee Home Gardens blog.
This summer, the NYC weather patterns fluctuated as dramatically as Lady Gaga’s wardrobe.
Read more here.
2. Blog posts for Nerve.com
Survey says: Old guys are hotter than ever
Why you might want to consider a career in marijuana
Fashion advice from an attractive stranger named Devin
3. Posts for BrickUnderground, an NYC real estate site
How to deal with a not so super super
An email I received that inspired the super post
You’ll recall I have a thing for mensches.
I was recently contacted by the Jewish Federations of North America – which I shall henceforth consider a potential dating pool – about the Jewish Community Heroes campaign. This is the second year the organization will reward a Jewish Hero of the Year with a $25,000 grant to support his or her charitable efforts.
The Jewish High Holy Days are unfolding like scrolls of the Torah. I had to take the opportunity to mensch-ion the Yiddish version of the “stand-up guy,” the one and only mensch. You know, those nerdy, sensitive guys who are all crazy hair, irritable bowels, and “Oy!”
Check out my first piece for Nerve.com called “Seven Mensches I’d Like to Schtup.” If you like it, please share it online and leave a comment.
Happy Labor Day!
I’m about to go eat something fatty and grilled, but first here’s a link to a short interview with me posted on Nuok, an Italian online magazine all about NYC.
If The Onion were a person, it would have to be my new best friend. Especially after yesterday’s hilarious story “8.4 Million New Yorkers Suddenly Realize New York City A Horrible Place To Live.” If you’ve lived in NYC, you know where this is going.
If you love it anyway, you know it’s one funny ride.
Here’s an excerpt:
NYC in the 1970s was spooky. The 1980s weren’t that much better. And today it’s the safest big city in the world.
Most people would call that progress, and I can’t argue. But some people – usually white kids who’d crap their pants if they ever got mugged – romanticize the danger of old school NYC.
Jennifer wanted advice for her first days in NYC. Guess who else had something to share? J. David Goodman of The New York Times City Room blog!
And he asked more New Yorkers what a newbie to the city needs to know.
Here’s an excerpt:
The end (of summer) is near!
Soon the brutal heat will dissipate and the streets will flood with college students and other first-time residents of the city. On the Noisiest Passenger blog, Amanda Green, a Texas transplant, responds to a reader question about this annual immigration — “I Moved to NYC, Now What?” — with a few bits of wisdom for making a home among the bedbugs and media moguls, including: “1) Walk around your neighborhood until you get tired.” … “2) Treat yourself to a good local dinner that’s not delivery.” … “3) Take pictures.”
These are all good bits of advice for transforming the unfamiliar streets into something more personal.
But what about adding a few more items, more geared toward understanding the city’s culture and knowing how to navigate its contours like a local. To wit:
1) Being a hipster is “over,” so you’ll have to think up some other use for those skinny jeans and distended V-necks.
2) Photographic evidence of past subway riding by celebrities aside, you are unlikely to stumble upon A-list celebrities on the train.
Read the rest of “What New New Yorkers Need to Know” here.
Big thanks to the The New York Times for the mention!
We should love each other’s bloggers? Each other’s blogs?
I recently read the Tonic post, “Five Ways to Help Your Favorite Bloggers,” and it’s right on.
Here’s the gist: Blogging is hard sometimes.
It’s solitary. It involves looking at a computer screen. It may or may not be hot, because your favorite blogger is too cheap to turn on the shoddy air conditioner in her NYC home office.
You know something good has happened when someone other than your mom is reaching out to see if you’re dead, survived only by one neglected blog.
Here’s a question from Kazzy in Australia, whom I’m imagining is like a more Crocodile Dundee version of The Fonz:
Six days and no blog, just wondering if you are on holidays or something big is happening for you? I’m not a Tweeter, so don’t keep up with you there. I await a post.