Today is “Bring Your Kids to Work Day.” Now, this will probably make me sound like an inhumane, un-American puppy-killer, but I think this is the dumbest idea ever. Work is freakin’ stressful enough (Overactive Email Syndrome?); however, when the soundtrack is the pitter-patter [rambunctious running through the hallways] and outside voices of wee ones, just go ahead and shoot me. I like kids. I like playing with kids. I’m fun, gosh darn it. But I prefer my Corporate Crazy with a little less Romper Room. Kids, run fast and right out the rotating doors. You have the rest of your lives to sit in a cube, why start now?
ny is for hearters April 20, 2009
No, I didn’t come here wielding a backpack, a subway map and a smile. I came a little aged (27) with some career sense (a job) and an established savings account. The New York City-or-bust dream still realized, just premeditated. Perhaps I missed the romanticism of struggle, alas, I don’t regret the trip and I think it’s kinda YAY I’m still truckin’. Somehow NYC is like the collegiate Greek system. You prove yourself worthy and you get to stay. And play flip cup.
Regardless of how we got here or how we’re faring, we all afford New York. Not only do we pay with money, we pay with space, with energy, with amenities, with time and, well, with heart. And I like to think it’s worth it. Or none of us would bother to stay and hang our sign.
yolk’s on me April 12, 2009
Dear Illusive Cadbury Creme Egg,
Had I known that waiting to treat myself to your seasonal sugary goodness until it was actually Easter Day would result in a futile search (1 Rite Aide, 1 Food Emporium, 1 Walgreens and 2 Duane Reades), I would have duly planned ahead, purchased you in advance and saved you in my refrigerator.
don’t drink and read April 11, 2009
I started a new book this week, “Love in the Time of Cholera.” Popular and well-known, it’s also “Now a Major Motion Picture!” I’ve just never read it and a general Pance rule-of-thumb is to always read before watching. Whilst waiting for the G train last night, an older gentleman, dressed in a skirt and knee-highs and a blazer decorated with numbers and letters (thinking the local Lion’s Club or some retired military outfit?) sat down next to me.
He commented, “Greeeat book.”
Pance, stating the visually obvious, “Yeah, I just started it.”
Lion Soldier, “Just don’t see the movie.”
Pance, “Well, that’s kinda why I’m reading it first.”
Lion Soldier, “Yeah, as my ex-wife says, ‘I read the movie.'”
I paused here, thinking that was a clever little statement, and was surprised I’ve never encountered it before. I didn’t respond, wanting to return to reading and to put a period on the awkward subway stranger banter. Then he starts digging in the pocket of his flashy blazer and pulls out a silver flask.
Lion Soldier, “Scotch?”
Success. Nothing says, “I don’t want to talk to you anymore” more than turning down an offer for free alcohol.
bright lights, big brooklyn April 9, 2009
Came home tonight to a show being filmed on my block. Ah, just another day in the big [borough of Brooklyn] city. I loitered a bit and read the afore-blogged yellow sign to find out exactly what I was stalking. It’s a new half-hour TV show entitled, “Bored to Death.” I didn’t spot anyone of interest, but the party had completely taken over one of my favorite ‘hood brunch spots. Hopefully they’ll be done by Saturday around 10am or I’ll have to resort to second fiddle coffee.
dancing in my head April 8, 2009
This past Sunday the [late] great New York Spring Thaw began. The TV noted nothing but sun and high 60s, so away to the window I flew like a flash, tore open the shutters and threw up the sash! Miss Grace took no time to get settled. Shortly after this picture was taken I was actually *on* my bike and on my way… out to the streets and the green spaces and the bike paths crawling with the rest of melting NYC. Yay warm.
(of course today is low 40s and the return of arctic wind. I halfway expect to see the moon on the breast of some new-fallen snow tonight. sigh)