Archive for September, 2008

Is NYC a bicycle-friendly city?

Not according to some cycling advocates, who say that though the city should be commended for putting in more bike lanes, they should do a better job of enforcing traffic laws. The outcry comes on the heels of two recent cycling deaths in Brooklyn, one of an 8 year old boy and one of a 50 year old man. That brings the death toll for cyclists in NYC for the year to 9.

As the wife of an avid cyclist and friend of many people who commute on bikes, I’m always concerned for their safety while they bike in the city. Though some cyclists disobey traffic laws themselves, the key thing to remember is that cars are large, made of steel and glass, and weigh thousands of pounds, and bicyclists are small, unprotected, and weigh a couple hundred pounds at most. In a contest of car vs. bicycle, guess which one will win?

I think that cyclists should obey traffic laws, and so should drivers. I see plenty of cyclists on the road doing irresponsible things, but that doesn’t mean they deserve to be hurt or killed. They deserve traffic tickets. So do drivers – and during an average cab ride or stroll around town, I see tons more vehicular traffic violations than I do cyclist traffic violations. I know everyone wants to get where they’re going as fast as possible, but at what cost? The cost of someone’s life? I don’t know about you, but I’d rather be late.

What do you think the city can do to make NYC more bicycle-friendly?

Did anyone lose a shoe?

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Originally uploaded by Atom Moore

Sunday afternoon stroll. Someone lost a heel in the middle of the sidewalk. I love New York City!

Trick for Ticket Avoidance

Yesterday I was driving in NJ, before I was in Queens in awe of echoes. Well, we were lost as is usually the case when I am in the Garden State.

On the street, I was about to make an illegal U-Turn (crossing a double striped line) and from the street to my left a police car was turning in my direction. If I had gone ahead with the full turn, I would have been in trouble. But instead, I used my inched-in positioning on top of the double-do-not-cross line to gain favor of the police officers.

Acting gullibly, I asked “Do you know how to get to 9 West?” Well, then he spoke with his passenger-side officer about the dilemma and they discussed while 10 cars waited behind them – holding traffic. Eventually they gave us the directions and made no mention of the illegal turn that could have been.

Now I’m not going to ask you to lie, because that is wrong. Lying and deception are two things that I cannot stand. But when you’re lost, you should totally ask the police for directions. That is all I’m going to say.

Queens Blvd Echoes

Usually you have to be in the mountains somewhere, way up high or in a cave or maybe some really acoustically enhanced building to experience echoes. What I didn’t realize just until yesterday is that there is an echo underneath the 7 train all throughout Queens Blvd.

You might have seen the space under the above ground train tracks being occupied by cars. Well yesterday when I was in dire need of a restroom and crossed my way to the Burger King on 40th street and Queens Blvd. I experienced this echo and was instantly amazed.

My mom, who works in LIC said “didn’t you know that? the echo goes throughout Queens Blvd.”

Well then we just all started hooting and hollering and saying ‘hello’ which seems to be the most common phrase uttered when an echo is recognized.

You don’t have to take my word for it, try it out for yourSELF.

Rainy Day Pizza

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I was meeting a friend for lunch today and felt like some good comfort food. My coworker suggested Pizzeria Numero 28, describing it as the best pizza in the city.

We walked through a drizzly rain in the West Village to get to the restaurant. With the wet weather, we opted for one of their indoor tables (we had our pick). The prices weren’t that great for even their smallest pizza (around $15), so we decided to split a 14 inch Buffalo mozzarrella, tomato, basil pie.  The pizza didn’t take long to arrive and it was delicious. Fresh and perfect with awesome crust. We could have easily split a larger pie, since I devoured my half so quickly.

I’m not sure that it really was the best pizza in the city (there’s a lot of ridiculously good pizza places), but I would say it’s up there. Definitely a good lunch for a rainy Friday.

Police find solace in ice cream!

I saw this on my way home from a photo show opening of Minor White (more to come on the show) and just couldn’t resist. Taken with an Epson R-D1 with Leica 35mm lens. Enjoy.

The poeple we meet

Teaching Cancer to Cry

I must apologize for being absent these past couple of days — I came in here to write, and then I neglected to. It’s been a busy week: on Monday my roommate’s girlfriend, who is suffering from advanced terminal cancer (I don’t know all the details on what kind,) and who is current living with us, disappeared in Brooklyn on her way home. Six hours later she turned up, after we’d mustered the support of everyone in our circle of friends look for her. She had fainted on a doorstoop and five hours later a well-meaning soul woke her and called a cab for her to get home.

All sorts of thoughts can rush through your head during this type of situation. At one point we all were certain she was dead, and it really came down to that. She was either dead or alive, and the only thing keeping her from being dead was the kindness of the people, and we just hoped the right person was there for her.

We’d called all the hospitals, we were considering filing a missing persons’ report — but we figured the cops would have as good a chance as we did at finding her, or they wouldn’t give a damn where she was; just file that paper and go to the next call. One of my roommates and I got on our bicycles and scoured all of Williamsburg looking for her near her last known location. Thankfully she made it home soon after that — we got the call on our bikes near the Graham stop on the L, and we raced home. Thank god she made it back.

We’re all so small, and alone, and insignificant, when you really think about it. How can anyone be expected find a person in Brooklyn, really? It’s an impossible task. But it was really nice knowing that so many people came together to help try and find her.

I also want to bring your attention to the blog of another friend of mine, a current cancer fighter himself: Ezra of Fastboy Bicycles. A former dance instructor, resident of Harlem, maker of bicycles, and a really awesome guy. His writing is really inspiring, and well, it’s worth the read.

Teaching Cancer to Cry



Seven years ago on 9/11

Seven years ago today, the world stopped for the city. The greatest city in the world was hit the hardest it has been in its 400+ years of existence. The city that never sleeps, was brought to its knees. Only momentarily though. Like only New York can, it rebounded, kicked back and was its alive self in a few hours. The blood in its veins, cut off at the time of the airplane attacks, started flowing…the subways were back on line at 7 pm.

A lot of people will say we need to move on, and yes we do. Therefore we are not in perpetual mourning for 364 days. However this one day we need to stop and think of what happened and what has collectively changed for the citizens for this city and as a matter of fact for the whole country post 9/11.

Surprisingly, the NYTimes does not have a single mention of today on its front page. Wonder why. I am really disappointed especially as a long time reader and fan of the NYT.


I leave you with this image from the NYT, and the knowing that you will be thinking about the same issues that I am in this election year.

Economy-Proof Urban Gastronomy

OK so the pompous title got you to read eh !

Well this post is about one of my favorite lunch options and which I invariably partake one day of the week. These are the halal carts all over the city but especially out in force in my neck of the woods around 6th Avenue and 19th street.

If you stand at this location you can see 4-5 carts within a 100m radius.

What really surprises me is the price of the food. It has been the same for over two years. Anywhere between 4 and 5 bucks will get you a huge portion of Chicken/Lamb/Falafel over rice with lettuce and tomato.

It has not mattered that in the same time frame the price of gas has gone up more than 60% (or  more).





A Stormy Island Excursion

We went to Governors Island for the first time this weekend. Despite the forecast and the gray clouds, we boarded the free ferry from lower Manhattan and rode out to the historic island. The place is very cool – lots of old, brick buildings, tree-lined paths, an art show, and areas to explore. Due to uncertain weather conditions, we practically had the place all to ourselves (though there was a group of people oddly playing croquet).

The island would be a perfect location for a horror movie – old abandoned buildings, former military base. Saturday’s dark weather seemed to fit. We explored an old weapons storage building, which had partially flooded from the rain. The place is complete with mysterious doorways and peeling paint. I kept imagining that the door would close on us and then some sort of mutant recluse would emerge with murderous intentions. But we made it out and were soon hurried onto a ferry by some nervous rangers – they planned to close up the island due to rain (which really wasn’t that bad at the time). I hope to return sometime when the island is free from any tropical storms.

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