They walk around teetering on stilts. Faces painted with a layer of elaborate make up. Their garb dazzling with sequins, metallic, or jewels that will twinkle under the bright lights. Those who are furry, fur is in this season, look ready to jump through hoops. A car pulls up and an awkwardly proportioned, wacky dressed gaggle piles out.
When the Big Apple Circus comes to town, it sets up camp a mere two blocks from my apartment. Walking home past the big top, some nights I would…
Are you growing a beard? I ask him playfully.
I ask this question far too often. In my mind growing a beard means one of two things: you’re a college student or an actor. Therefore when I ask the question I expect an interesting answer: “Yeah, I’m so consumed with work on my thesis on [pretentious topic although it could make the world a better place], shaving seems trivial. Plus I think a beard will make me look intellectual.” or “Yes, I just got cast as Henry V.” In my mind…Continue
The pests of New York City are notorious. Sewer rats, pigeons (“flying rats”), squirrels (“rats with cuter outfits”), bed bugs, cockroaches, and the guys who sell comedy tickets in Times Square.
Like bed bugs in a street curb sofa, they infest the area, preying on all those they come in contact with. A walk on Broadway from 42nd to 50th guarantees multiple accostings: “Do you like stand up comedy?” “Want to part of a taping of a live show?” “What are you doing tonight?” At best they…Continue
Sometimes you just need a kick in the pants. A jump-start to forward momentum. This is what January is all about. The old resolution kick in the pants.
Your pants not fitting properly to kick you to eat better and exercise.
Maxing out a credit card to kick you into saving versus spending.
A night of vomiting to kick you to give up drinking.
Snow storms and nary a day over 30° to kick you to look for a job indoors.