Summer is a time to burn with hate. The heat brings out the worst in us. The discomfort makes us loose our tempers, see the worst in everything. The constant sweat and stench of the summer boils our rage quickly. In New York City, hate levels are at a natural high given the crowded nature… Read more »
People Everywhere It’s impossible to be a total hermit in NYC. Sure you could hide in your hovel and order Seamless while watching Netflix until the end of time, but even then you’d have to interact with the delivery person – and if you’re actually a participating member of society, you can’t go anywhere without… Read more »
The earth rotates on an imaginary axis while orbiting elliptically, (oval-shape spin) tilted on a non-perpendicular axis spinning at approximately 1,000 miles per hour, with a 24 hr complete rotation while orbiting the sun. The moon orbits the earth on a tilted axis, rotating simultaneously semi-parallel to the earth; a counterclockwise synchronicity I find intriguing,… Read more »
When one considers theater in some of the most famous historic periods, such as the Elizabethan era, one will often think of legendary stages such as The Globe. But one should also consider that such venues housed raucous events, and often the distractions of the audience would deter a person’s ability to enjoy the performance…. Read more »
Manhattanhenge is the twice a year event when the sunset lines up perfectly with the main street arteries in Manhattan. This year, the two dates were last night and the second one will be July 12th. Unfortunately, the sunset was hiding behind cloud cover last night. Hopefully, on July 12th the sky will be clear. If… Read more »
Memorial Day is a day when millions of Americans pay lip service to people who gave their life in service to our country. It’s happening at a time when the government’s treatment of our veterans has never been worse. Laying a wreath for the dead is not a substitute for respecting the living. And our… Read more »
Consoling Tones for More Sad, Sad News I recall, as so many others would, what some claim to be the final song’s lines that I had recited numerous times. If we had only read and understood those lines practically written in Keats’ blood as he lie in a bed waiting a touch of ice… Read more »
New York City, February 1941: On a Saturday morning, my father woke up and found his father drinking coffee alone in the kitchen with only the winter light coming in through the backyard window. My grandmother and uncle had left for work. Dad, 11, talked baseball with his Dad for an hour while eating three… Read more »
Poetry is practically impossible to describe. On a personal basis poetry is undeniable but it evades and eludes a singular definition. Poetry can astonish, inspire, educate, encourage, enlighten, frustrate and even infuriate. In fact, poetry is capable of touching every aspect of the human condition. In consideration of this, the only challenge that may be… Read more »
When I moved back to New York City years ago, one of the greatest benefits was that I didn’t need a car. My luck with cars has been terrible. My first car, a 1987 Plymouth Horizon, broke down constantly. I was a broke college student who couldn’t afford a new head gasket when my car… Read more »
