Hello? Are you still there? I have a confession to make: I’m a hypocrite. While I created this blog with utter devotion to the idea of making life in the city easier, I recently made a very deliberate decision to do something that will make it harder…much, much, much harder. And, for the whole of the winter thus far, planning for the consequences of this decision has wholly consumed me at the sacrifice of this humble, little blog. Can you guess what it is? Continue reading
There is probably no other electronic device that I love more right now than my iPhone. Could I live without it? Absolutely. I’m aware that once upon a time when I had far less knowledge about this city, I coped just fine without any cell phone at all. But, with that said, I also understand that this little pocket computer makes my life in New York City so much easier in so many ways. I use so many of its apps on a daily basis. It helps me when I’m in a hurry to get somewhere and can spare no time dealing with subway service issues. It helps me when I need to find a great restaurant or bar on the fly. It helps me pass the time when I’m attempting to mail something at my mammoth post office and trying to suppress my “line rage.” (Yes, that’s something like road rage.) Here are ten of my very favorite iPhone apps (some are also available for other types of smart phones) for making city life easier: Continue reading
For those of you who may not have noticed…I’ve been MIA from this blog for a while. For those of you who noticed, this post is both my way of an explanation and my attempt to offer you something out of my time spent away.
You know that phrase, “I’ll get to it when I come up for air”? I’ve used it a million times without really thinking about its meaning. Recently, the metaphor has meant more to me than usual. Have you ever been out in the ocean with tired limbs when the waves mysteriously picked up and you couldn’t get your footing…and then for just a moment or two you were pushed under by the sheer force of the water’s power and had to struggle to break through to the surface and catch your breath? This is how I’ve felt for the past two months. Continue reading
The other day I was in a friend’s kitchen in Brooklyn Heights, helping her prepare for a small gathering of friends. From the living room, she shouted, “Hey, can you put some crackers in a bowl to go with the cheese plate?”
“Sure,” I replied. “Where do you keep your crackers?”
Her answer: “In the dishwasher.”