So in an attempt (although, rather feeble) to keep up with my celebrity-spotting friends, I have to report that Erika and I braved the cold on MLK weekend to get tickets for our usual holiday visit to Upright Citizens Brigade (the standup comedy place) on Sunday night. And I mean, it was cold! Felt like 8 degrees! Being the veteran line sitters that we are, we decked out in longjohns and huddled under blankets for an hour, and it payed off, because the guest monologuist was Chevy Chase! So that was fun, although he actually put on a really bad performance. It was like the poor man was having a stroke, really, but the rest of the regular cast didn't seem to mind, and they were funny anyway.
Coming up this week is the annual DHS HOPE count, which is the annual census of street homeless. Over 2,500 volunteers go out the night of Jan. 28, and I'm going to be counting with a team of people from my division in Brooklyn. It should be interesting, more on that later... In the meantime, a short blurb from Time Out New York.
Thursday, January 24, 2008
Monday, January 14, 2008
A semi-depressing NYTimes article
Makes you really want to read it, huh...
"A program specifically for working families, would pay up to $1,130 a month for a two-bedroom apartment for one year. Families would be expected to pay $50 a month toward rent and would be encouraged to save up to 20 percent of the actual rent.
By year’s end, he said, the city would match the savings as well as their $600 in rent contributions. An extra year would be allowed for those who were still shaky. He estimated that a family could have $10,000 by the end of the second year."
This program is what I am working on.Friday, January 11, 2008
In a desperate bid to add more spice, some holiday pictures:
Self portrait of the fam. They had never done the "cram as many people as possible into the shot that someone takes with one hand" thing. I learned from a pro...
My nephew, the pilot.
Evan got Gulpin' Guppies for Christmas. What a great game...
Roommate Kathleen returned (and brought a friend) for some New Years and post holiday fun.
Self portrait of the fam. They had never done the "cram as many people as possible into the shot that someone takes with one hand" thing. I learned from a pro...
My nephew, the pilot.
Evan got Gulpin' Guppies for Christmas. What a great game...
Roommate Kathleen returned (and brought a friend) for some New Years and post holiday fun.
Happy New Year!
You might have noticed my lack of posts. I think I have a cross between the winter blues and blogger envy of my friends who are writing from far away and exotic locales. Actually, there just hasn't been a whole lot going on.
My second NYE in NYC (as I found out New Year's Eve, apparently, is called these days) was spent overlooking the park where we toiled last year to run four miles at the stroke of midnight. The plans this year were a little more relaxing, as fellow Fellow Lesley lives right by the park and has a rooftop perfect for midnight firework viewing. We hung out at her place and at five to midnight, we found ourselves scrambling up 21 flights of stairs to reach the roof before the big moment, because the elevators were too full to fit in. The view of Central Park and all the people below was amazing - at midnight we could hear the crowd roaring. The fireworks were great too (aren't they always?) and then, there was a brawl. Yes, a brawl, on the rooftop of a private apartment building in one of the poshest areas in town. I honestly thought someone was going to be thrown off the roof or killed with a bottle or deck chair to the head. Someone called the cops and in the meantime we got the heck out of there, missing the grand finale. What is wrong with people??? The rest of the night was pleasant, though, as Ryan and I made our way toward Grand Central Station to meet the roommates, who were hanging out in the pub where the local bartender from last year in Queens now makes his living.
Before New Years I met with my aunt Jeanne and cousin Jennifer, who were in town for the holidays, before they ironically left the next day to visit my home in Ohio. We had pizza with my OTHER cousin Glen, who lives in NYC and works at the statue of liberty.
I'm sorry this post is pretty boring. They might be for a while, I think we're in the winter doldrums, although the burst of warm weather this week was a nice taste of spring. Here's to more of that!
My second NYE in NYC (as I found out New Year's Eve, apparently, is called these days) was spent overlooking the park where we toiled last year to run four miles at the stroke of midnight. The plans this year were a little more relaxing, as fellow Fellow Lesley lives right by the park and has a rooftop perfect for midnight firework viewing. We hung out at her place and at five to midnight, we found ourselves scrambling up 21 flights of stairs to reach the roof before the big moment, because the elevators were too full to fit in. The view of Central Park and all the people below was amazing - at midnight we could hear the crowd roaring. The fireworks were great too (aren't they always?) and then, there was a brawl. Yes, a brawl, on the rooftop of a private apartment building in one of the poshest areas in town. I honestly thought someone was going to be thrown off the roof or killed with a bottle or deck chair to the head. Someone called the cops and in the meantime we got the heck out of there, missing the grand finale. What is wrong with people??? The rest of the night was pleasant, though, as Ryan and I made our way toward Grand Central Station to meet the roommates, who were hanging out in the pub where the local bartender from last year in Queens now makes his living.
Before New Years I met with my aunt Jeanne and cousin Jennifer, who were in town for the holidays, before they ironically left the next day to visit my home in Ohio. We had pizza with my OTHER cousin Glen, who lives in NYC and works at the statue of liberty.
I'm sorry this post is pretty boring. They might be for a while, I think we're in the winter doldrums, although the burst of warm weather this week was a nice taste of spring. Here's to more of that!
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