Just as the lights dim a big man walks on stage. He’s tall, around 6’2” and wide. Very wide. He approaches the chair in more of a waddle than a walk, his hands in the pockets of his black zip-up hoody. His light blue Levi jeans are almost as much of a trademark as his low hanging baseball cap. Continue reading
Libraries are intended to be sanctuaries of learning, but few actually feel like true sanctuaries. Most are a cross between a morgue and an empty high school gym; eerily cold and barren. The New York Public Library between 42nd and 5th is an exception. It is a sanctuary. The Stephen A. Schwarzman building is the “star” branch of the New York Public Library. Its marble steps, smooth oak tables, and colossal holdings of literature make it an excellent learning environment. While it’s often seen as more of a tourist attraction than a true library those who take advantage of the great public space can attest that it’s worth more than just a half hour of your time.
There aren’t enough trees in New York City. Maybe you’re lucky enough to live next to the somewhat crowded, tourist filled Central Park (don’t get me wrong the place is magical). But you probably still crave that pristine nature many New Yorkers grew up with and are now deprived of. The New York Botanical Gardens is a diverse body made up of living, breathing, and aesthetically pure foliage. The myriad of gardens, greenhouses, and plain ol’ trees provide a heaping amount of fresh air for us oxygen deprived city folk. The fifty-acre plot of terrain is one to remember, one to be breathed in and out…and not just once.
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There is a sexy sax man,
Da da da da da duh dum.
His melodies are…sexy
Things are cold, numb hands.
Sun is bright, the city is alive.
Things are ok.
If you find yourself lacking in creativity, needing a boost of spontaneous inspiration, there may be a solution on 123 East 24th street, just a stones throw from Baruch College. Part bar, part coffee joint, part breakfast eat-in, and part community ideation, the PIT or Peoples Improv Theater is just the cranial pick-me-up you’ll need to carry you through the week.
Be it a gratis drop in class or month long workshop, the PIT’s environment will have you crawling back for some psychologically organic, gut busting skits. This incredibly diverse house of skill, talent, and dignity is scary to enter and (for fear of the very real world out there) scarier to leave.
How I wonder, why
I wonder about who I wonder about.
The deepest questions, the hardest way out.
45-46 Davis Street is difficult to get to by Google Maps. It doesn’t have its own subway stop and you certainly can’t find it by following a roar of voices. Local art and event guides would be of no use if you were trying to reach the collection of graffiti that lives there. The Long Island City neighborhood that surrounds it is relatively grey and dirty. But aside from the screeching seven train that runs above it, it’s a quiet place. Continue reading
The city is tiring.
Day after day after night.
Am I alright?
I’ve always hated the loafing vacationers.
Margaritas by the pool and expensive dinners.
But when all I do is go, I want to stop too.
Today I’m flip flopping,
between just another drone without a mind
and what I should be. Alive
It’s all happening
stop and look around once in a while
or you could miss it.
Unwinding, downtiming
taking life as it may come.
Fun, fun, fun, fun.
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I’ve heard you can’t step
into the same river twice.
It’s what I want to hear.
Is stopping worse than
never having started at all?
fall, fall, fall, fall ,fall
How do you find yourself
on a map that’s bigger than you?
Make yourself bigger.
