02 2 / 2014
I am now a resident of Park Slope.
I’ve gotten a great spot—big thanks to a good friend who moved out to move in with her S-O, thus making it available. It’s shared with two very nice ladies, and, I have my own bathroom. There’s also laundry in the house!—and yes, it’s a house, as in with a back yard. (The lower two floors are one unit, and the third floor another.) All in all, it’s a real catch for this area, and I am happy and grateful.
31 12 / 2013
I thought it was Charles Dickens who said “Blessed is the season that engages the whole world in a conspiracy of love.” I think it was actually someone else. Anyway … I don’t get particularly sentimental about holidays, but I did find my heart warmed by seeing an increase in affectionate interaction among traveling partners on the subways during the holiday season.
I saw a lot of families of all shapes and sizes traveling someplace together—including one, a mother and several grown children and their SOs, stuck waiting for awhile along with me, who asked me to take a picture of them all together on the subway bench since “we haven’t taken a holiday picture all together yet” :-). I saw many couples of all ages, all gender combinations, and speaking a variety of languages. I saw a lot of people carrying bags and packages—sometimes multiple bags and exhausted expressions as if they were happy to have it over with; sometimes holding just one small package tenderly, as if it represented the person they were about to give it to.
08 12 / 2013
So either I haven’t been paying that much attention because my books and podcasts have been absorbing (yes they have), or, there have just been fewer interesting things to look at or hear than usual. In either case, it took me a few weeks to collect this much:
*I’m not sure if it’s that usually there are too many people to see it, or because I’m reading or looking at people and not at the floor, but today it stood out terribly that the subway car floors were SO full of trash. There was also a bottle of Arizona iced tea rolling all around (closed, thankfully) that a few of us shared some laughs watching as it made its way around.
*On Thanksgiving Day, also the first day of Chanukah this year, the Subway was almost eerily empty. I never had to wait for the people to pile/file out before getting in, and got a seat on every ride.
30 11 / 2013
Yesterday was “Thanksgivvukah,” as it has been called—a rare convergence of Thanksgiving Day with the first day of Chanukah. There’s been a fair bit of talk in the media and at my workplace about the special-ness of it. I’ve also heard of a number of ways it speedily became commercialized—going the way of almost all holidays, I’m afraid … but won’t go off on that tangent now.
From a very personal place, besides it being a once-in-a-lifetime event as it is for everyone, I think it will long be a memory milestone. I am American by nationality, and Jewish (well, half) by ancestry. However, I was born and raised and have spent most of my life overseas, and my parents did not follow the Jewish traditions. While I always knew I was American and that I was Jewish (and was proud of the latter in particular), I never entirely knew what it was to be either, because neither were a part of my everyday life.
17 11 / 2013
*The man beside me on the F train pulled out a large sketchbook and sketched the girl sitting directly across from us—who was immersed in her book and was picture perfect with her short hair and glasses suiting her pose. He did good (and fast) work.
*The woman beside me on the A train was writing, writing, writing, for about 15 minutes straight. It looked like a letter. I was curious, but tried not to be rude and read it over her shoulder. I can’t remember when was the last time I saw somebody write a letter, or received a handwritten letter.
10 11 / 2013
So it’s been two weeks since I did my first “on the subway” post … here are a few random subway observations and thoughts from this week and the one before.
*That weird shoe season, the one where you see riding boots on one girl, flip flops on the next, and everything else in between (which was the case for most of September and October), is pretty much over now. That was a visually confusing season :-). One day on the subway, I saw a woman in a long trenchcoat, with a scarf, and hat, looking all autumn-like fashionable at the top, and when I went to check out what I presumed would be the boots, they were (gasp) flip-flops! Now it’s almost all boots, and the furthest it stretches is pumps and flats. As of last week, a lot of people were wearing gloves (I don’t think it’s nearly cold enough for that). And, somewhat oddly, some of those people in full winter getups are drinking ice coffee … this makes no sense to me.
27 10 / 2013
Earlier this month my blog had its first birthday—on my birthday. Happy birthday to us.
I haven’t posted for months now. I’ve been busy—with work, as well as starting on a longer-term writing project aka a book, that is just taking form and will be a while in the making. Meanwhile, I want to keep this blog alive.
For the time being, I’m going to go the very literal route insofar as writing about journeys. I have a long commute these days. I spend nearly two hours daily on the subway going to work and back, and then often ride it on weekends too. I see a lot of people. I see a lot of shoes and boots :-). I hear a lot of conversation snippets. I greatly enjoy all the above.
05 5 / 2013
So this post isn’t going to be all about work … but, it has now been a month since I started working at the JCC in Manhattan. So far so good. I like the work, I’m getting things “in hand,” I like the team I’m working with, and I think they like me too.
I must tell the story of “saved by the espresso window” or “what could have been a 100-dollar espresso” depending on how you look at it. I guess it’s more the latter. So, I go to this little coffee place—well it’s a restaurant, and quite a lovely one, and it has a take-out window for coffee—almost every day at some point in the afternoon, and I get an espresso at the window. It’s good, and it’s well-priced (not Starbucks style), and it’s close enough to work that it just takes a couple of minutes, yet far enough (eg not in the building) that I get outside for a few minutes of fresh air.
For the information of non-New Yorkers, we have a monthly metro card here that costs $112 for unlimited subways for 30 days, which works for me since I take the subway for at least two and often three rides in a day. (Each ride is 2.50, no matter if you go one stop or switch lines three times.) For the first few months I was here, I had just been putting money on the pass as I needed it, since my subway use was random. On the way to my first day at work I got the monthly. Just three days later, I realize when I’m about to head home that my metro card is gone. First I consider panicking. Then I try to retrace my steps. I realize it probably fell out of my coat pocket when I went to get coffee, since I happened to have cash and subway card in the same pocket. Right. “Well it probably won’t be there, but I’m going to go by and look.” I get to the coffee window, see that there’s a large trash can just to the right of it, bend down to look behind it … and yes, my subway card is there! I felt like one lucky New Yorker! (I also now have a safer dedicated place for my subway card. And my Long Island Rail Road pass … back to that in a minute.)
06 4 / 2013
At the JCC in Manhattan.
Last Friday, I got the offer letter. I had already thought it through thoroughly by then, and accepted right away.
My role is traffic/production manager for the marketing team. I’m officially noted on the staff listing page (under marketing & communications).
This Wednesday I started, and I’ve had three days on the job thus far. So far, so good. I like the work itself, I like the people I’m working with, and I like the overall environment and “vibe” of the place. I even like the style guide. Also, we work on Macs. Yay.
Added to that, we have a fantastic gym and a number of great fitness classes, which I can participate in as one of the benefits of working here. (They also have shoe-making workshops … yes, really.)
I’ve spent most of my work time so far focusing on getting oriented and figuring out what’s going on … which has included going through several folders of notes, charts, and lists that my predecessor organized—and very well at that, I must salute her for it.
It has also included a fair bit of talking, meeting and greeting … with my supervisor the Creative Director, with our four fab designers (the six of us share a two-room office on one corner of the “office floor” of the building), the marketers, the finance team, and some of the program directors and executives. Everyone I’ve spoken with has been very nice, welcoming, encouraging, and helpful.
29 3 / 2013
It started off with preparing for and heading out to a noon interview.—The result of which I shall state at the end of this post.
After grabbing a salad at a restaurant with wifi so that I could also write my thank-you notes there :-), I walked around a bit as there were some spots nearby (Upper West Side) that I hadn’t seen yet and wanted to take a look at—ongoing city exploration.
(And if you don’t recognize what’s happening in the top photo, read this. Walked by but missed the dancing part.)
I headed down to the West Village to find a place to do some work for a few hours. First tried a place I had been to before and liked (V Bar—note the good signage in the pic below), but it so happens their wifi was down for the day. (That seems to happen to me often enough when looking for a place to work. But this is a post about good things, and good they did become.) Around the corner, I found myself another now-new favorite—The Zinc Bar.
They make a good espresso. When I first went in, a children’s chess tournament was wrapping up, and a couple of espressos later, the kids left and a large group of jazz musicians came in and started tuning and warming up their instruments … when I left, they were starting a show. I had other plans to head to, but got to hear a little, and have reaffirmed that working in coffee bars in NYC makes for a lovely environment, especially at the right time of day. (So the below was my view for awhile, while it was still empty-ish.)