They spent nine figures building this glass tower just so that someone could put “this is your wake up call” on the windows in pinks lettering.
It could have been worse, it could have read, “this is your margin call!”
Lower Manhattan January 2012
New York City is like a Monet painting. It’s looks good from afar, but it’s quite ugly up close.
Bella!
Snowglobe Snowstorm 2012
The snowstorm that hit the New York City area yesterday didn’t seem to hit our neck of Brooklyn too bad. If anything, being out in the snowstorm felt much along the lines of being inside of a snowglobe. Plus, the lack of too many inches made the snow more meaningful in photo form, at least for us, because when the snow gets too deep, everything just looks white, bleh, and unrecognizable.
We’d like to tip our hats in jest at the good job that the M.T.A. did in ensuring that the temporary wooden platform at the 4th Avenue F/G subway lines remained clear of snow and safe for passenger use. Someone managed to sprinkle rock salt in approximately half a dozen small patches towards the end of the snow, leaving everything else slippery as could be. Thankfully the metal temporary staircases at the station were built with handrails.
Manhattan’s Most Uncomfortable Seat
People in New York City will sit just about anywhere, park benches, next the crazy people, the subway floor, the sidewalk, stoops and window ledges to name a few, but this bench has got to be the most uncomfortable place to sit in all of Manhattan.
It’s sits along Mulberry Street, just south of Houston Street, and it’s made of unfinished, splintered wood. As if that’s not inviting enough, any potential sitter also has to deal with a building that is not sure what it wants to do as far as being an innie or an outie. As such, the building makes one feel as if it will reach out and touch one’s shoulder if one sits outside of it.
Not even drunken hobos dare use that bench. That has got to be Manhattan’s most uncomfortable seat!
Mars Bar Goner Than Gone
When we strolled past the shuttered Mars Bar yesterday, we couldn’t help but notice that the place was goner than gone.
It’s merely another construction hole in this ever-changing city of ours. C’est la vie.