Month: September 2006

Went to the 34th annual Atlantic Antic, Brooklyn’s largest street festival, Sunday with P-. This was interspersed with laundry, which happened to be directly in front of the laundremat. The place was mobbed. Won $2 at the NY Lottery stand, which I then proceeded to lose on the next ticket. But I got a MegaMillions fanny pack. Ratner pro and against groups were out in full force; it appeared the Ratner group had the better of it. Food included: Jamaican beef patty, red velvet cupcake next door to the Downtown Atlantic bar, sorrel, ox tail stew and jerk chicken from “The original jerk chicken” stand. All good stuff, and I guess I’m getting back into form after last week’s episode. Being after the primary, the only politicians that were actively working the crowd was the Green Party.Plenty of musical entertainment on 6 bandstages and the NY Transit museum smarted up and had their annual bus show coincide with the fair. Definately out did itself this year.

Interesting article on the luxury condo development in NYC’s Chinatown, which apparently some morons have taken to marketing as “Soho South” (which probably would cover just about everything below Soho). Concerns about gentrification, and just a touch about discrimination and the rising costs of affordable housing in this city.

A sad NYC story – on the passing of a NYC Chinese restaurant owner and how his restaurant moves on.

NY Mets are making us all wait one more day before they finally clinch for the playoffs. If they do it today, it’d be in time for the 20th anniversary of the 1986 team’s clinching.

Such nice weather yesterday and so I checked out the Brooklyn Book Festival – great turnout. Lots of interesting stuff. I missed the panels (just couldn’t get to Boro Hall in time). Saw journalist Pete Hamill in passing in the subway (he was one of the panelists at the event, I believe, so wow…). Then tried to do some walking at the Promenade as exercise, but sooo lazy and tired, so I just read and then did some walking back to the subway.
It’s Little Italy’s San Gennaro Festival this week. Hmm. Wonder if I’ve time this week to hop over there.

Finished reading: Blood of Victory by Alan Furst (World War II clandestine operation); Equivocal Death by Amy Gutman (legal thriller; ok reading good for the subway – kind of makes me not want to work at a Big Firm – but then I never was someone who would).
Enjoy the nice weather…

An article on Ivy League football.  People don’t believe me when I say that the Ivy League started because of football (back in the days when Eisenhower was president of Columbia and Ivy League football was actually high caliber, not to say it isn’t, but no one’s expecting to see Harvard winning a Rose Bowl or the like these days).

My Alma Mater beat the other NYC college football team yesterday.  Let’s hope for a better season than last season!  Hope springs eternal.

Let’s go Mets!

I’m on day 3 of Cipro, which is not a real fun thing. Right now the cure is worst than the diseas that it killed off 2 days ago, E. coli., similar to the other 100 episodes and 1 death so far in the U.S. The antibiotic supresses the appertite — it’s really wierd when you’re tasting food going through your mouth, but you have no idea about how hungry you are or if you are full or not.

P’s B’day was yesterday – couldn’t go out with her dinner party yesterday, or a similar buffet at Todai on Saturday, but will go out tonight.