Listen?
What do you listen to while you work?
Is listening while you work akin to whistling while you work? Do you listen while you work? Do you whistle?
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Does it help? If yes: With what?
Just asking.
What do you listen to while you work?
Is listening while you work akin to whistling while you work? Do you listen while you work? Do you whistle?
🎼🎶🪘🎶
Does it help? If yes: With what?
Just asking.
When are you most happy?
Like these:
We favor a Mexican place, but each of my friends and I tend to gravitate towards one or a few specific restaurants.
Let me expand on this particular Mexican restaurant.
They deconstruct a delicious street food and serve it in a paper coffee cup. This touch kind of preserves the feel of a «off a food truck« delicacy when you dig in on the mix of flavors. The corn has been de-cobbed, as it were, for ease of eating. Aka, it’s not as sloppy a dish at table as when you walk through a street-fair.
We both really enjoy this menu choice at Tacombi.
There’s an industrial feel to the location (ours is on the UES), and I see from their website that they favor this look. Other Tacombis have converted garages into dining rooms. It’s a style. I love it.
It’s not like I’m crazy for the big footrace that is the NYC Marathon as it has disrupted my 1st Sunday in November for about 50 years.
Let me explain.
I moved to the other side of the race’s course in 1974. On the day of the Marathon, I am confined to staying east of its long, long path. That confinement lasts from appx 10 am until 4 or 5 pm.
The closest to normal for me is to walk along the east side of 1st Av, avoiding crowds. I can walk past the 59th Street Bridge and start across town there.
Busses did not run down York for many a year; perhaps because their terminus is at 91st and 1st. I am not sure why I was able to get one once; call it a fluke.
This year, I watched the festive firework display as runners gather in the Park. My perch was my window overlooking rooftops and clear to the site.
I also captured the smoke as the show ended.




That was fun.










Perfect in its imperfection!
I have been searching for this word, and today, it popped up in the NYT Mini Puzzle!
I first learned of this idea in a pottery class.
An intentional dent or ding was the suggestion forwarded by my instructor.
I never did carch the name of the philosophy until now.
This concept isn’t just a construct for aesthetics and the arts.
It is how we should embrace life.
Perfect in its imperfections.
It is a balance. Perfect because of its imperfection.
It is an intentional contradiction.










































*I had a sandwich, but service is very pretty. The coffees have a rarified luxury feel. Next time, Watch House is on my coffee trail.
The Paley library (4th floor) will provide viewing of rare archives from TV 📺 history. It’s worth checking that out!
