In the past year, I’ve become increasingly worried about my lack of basic knowledge in science and the natural world. I’m embarrassed that as a supposedly-educated adult I still can’t explain fundamental concepts like how electricity flows through the cameras I use everyday nor can I name any of the trees I can see from my window.
I don’t want to leave this planet being so ignorant about how it actually works.
Hopefully, all of this changes starting today. I’m a now a museum member again for the first time in years and I plan to make the most of it. My goal is to (re)learn these fundamental concepts, with AMNH as my school.
My membership gives me a +1 on admission, so I plan to drag friends along for the ride as (involuntary) study buddies. After all, science says that humans are social creatures.
Stumbled on this photoshoot on my way home past 42 St & 6 Av. The model was standing atop a New York Times vending machine, so I thought it might be for the paper. But from what I overheard, the shoot is actually for LensCrafters.
It’s gonna be a cool shot either way. NYC rush hour may not be fun to be in, but it’s got great production value.
Just wanted to give a shout-out to the man who, in an average week for me, cooks almost ten percent of my meals.
Mohamed of the Palomino halal truck at 116 St & Lenox, thank you for feeding me so well. And yes, I really do want extra extra red sauce.
From “Where Do All the Cabs Go in the Late Afternoon?” in the January 11, 2011 New York Times:
The hour from 4 to 5 p.m. has long been considered a low tide of taxi service, the maddening moment when, in apparent violation of the laws of supply and demand, entire fleets of empty yellow cabs flip on their off-duty lights and proceed past the outstretched hands of office workers seeking a way home.
To my total delight, I stumbled upon this shift change at the BP gas station at Houston and Lafayette. It’s quite fun to watch. If you love NYC, add this to your bucket list.
My recommendation, in all seriousness, is to put a dog on it. Just like how putting a bird on something can make it art in Portland, putting a Hachikō at a transit entrance can elevate an otherwise utilitarian space into something much more inviting. Maybe even inspirational.
A cat would be okay, too.
From “Chinese Moving to East Harlem in a Quiet Shift From Downtown” in today’s New York Times:
It also thrust into violent relief an otherwise hidden demographic change in East Harlem: The population of Asian residents, mostly Chinese, has quietly ballooned in the last decade, doubling in the southern part of the neighborhood and tripling in the north, according to census figures.
I moved to Central Harlem from Brooklyn four-and-a-half years ago. I love my current digs, but I missed the convenient access to Chinatown that I had when living on the Q train, which passed through the heart of Manhattan’s Chinatown.
I used to eat and shop in Chinatown at least once a week; now it’s more like once a month. I miss the cheap and tasty restaurants, the cheap and fresh groceries, the easy availability of the “ying yang” tea/coffee drink I’m addicted to.
Given how Chinatowns have sprouted up around NYC, I’ve been hoping that new one would grow in Harlem or the South Bronx. If this article is accurate, it looks like it might finally be happening.
Elmo: What up, Grover? What are you doing here?
Grover: Oh, just meeting up with some friends at Bubba Gump. You wanna join us?
Elmo: No, I can’t. I’m seeing a play at the Roundabout.
Grover: All right, see you later.
Elmo: Catch you later, man.
I’m shooting time-lapses at the busiest corner in Soho and…
– The biggest rat I’ve ever seen hops past me and into the veggie stand on the corner. The rat was literally rabbit-sized. The only witnesses were myself and two teens standing next to me. And all the three of us could say was “shit…”
– A very scuffy-looking middle-aged guy was picking up cigarette butts around the subway entrance and putting them in his pocket. He noticed my camera and asked if I was shooting a “still sequence.” I said, “Yes, I’m doing a time-lapse.” He then asked if I was “getting releases” from the passerby that were in my shot. I replied that releases weren’t necessary since nobody could be personally identified in this kind of shot. He nodded in agreement and said “I know” as he walked off.
All this happened in just the first ten minutes here at this corner. In a city that’s always moving, it’s worth taking the time to just stop and watch every now and then. Because you might find that there’s whole ‘nother city to discover.
(Broadway & Houston St, Manhattan)