I highly recommend it, you don’t need a cup of coffee, just start the day with a zip line. ”
New York City DOT Commissioner Janette Sadik-Khan on the new zip line (!) that will be part of NYC Summer Streets this year. Sadik-Khan has already tried the zip line. Twice. Yeah, we love this crazy city. (via wnycradiolab)
What about a zip line that ends at a tall glass of iced coffee?
RSVP for the next #likemindbk meetup
This is happening! Friday! Here are some reasons you should join us:
- You will be the vanguard of likemind’s return to Brooklyn! A LEADING LIGHT.
- Duh, I’ll be there.
- As will other cool local characters, including your awesome Neighborhoodr Prospect Heights editors jenbo & makeshiftalisha (whom you should totally follow).
- Hungry Ghost has Stumptown coffee & super tasty food.
- Even though it’s technically 8-10, I’m dragging myself out of bed early to be there by 7:30 for those of you with early-starting jobs.
See you there!
Hey, you got Duchovony all over my Travolta.
You write some good captions, but this really takes the cake. Bravo.
It’s twilight in my neighborhood, balmy, breeze, fading streaks of sunset. A block party from First Saturday at the Brooklyn Museum spills out over Eastern Parkway and down onto Washington.
I wear a girly dress, complementary jewelry, makeup, sunglasses, headphones. My hair is curled. I carry two large bags. I’m returning from a wedding; my day is done. I want nothing but wine, takeout, Netflix.
I walk down Washington with all the purpose of my typical New York stride, but a bit slower, cooler, taking in the night, the music, the breeze, the smoke from the jerk chicken grilling on the drum outside the Jamaican restaurant.
Groups of men hang out on the sidewalk, going nowhere, doing nothing. They stand on corners all evening long, observing, and occasionally calling out, if the girl is pretty.
One man calls out to me, “Hey mami, you need some help?” It doesn’t seem like an offer to carry my bags. I begin to shake my head to decline as I walk, without breaking stride, without altering my forward stare.
But he answers his own question. “Nah, you don’t need any help.” I switch from shaking my head to nodding, still without breaking stride or altering my gaze. “You have a good evening,” he calls to my back as I pass.
LES, right now; this time, from a rooftop.
Prayers for Peace
Gold ribbons and names for the American dead.
Blue ribbons for the countless unknown Iraqi and Afghani dead.
Prayers of peace for all.
MetroCard bike, East 11th Street, Manhattan.