What are your favorite types of foods?
Organic produce delivered by a lightly rusty open truck is the best that miniature fruits and vegetables have to offer.
This is a scene into which I would wish to be dropped, shopping list in hand.
Scour the news for an entirely uninteresting story. Consider how it connects to your life. Write about that.
We have to acknowledge that we live in interesting times.
All the news a shitshow, a circus, in these stupid ugly times.
It’s interesting that the president of these United States was seen on the roof of the White House the other day. Isn’t it?
It’s interesting that we [I mean that collectively and in re our current government] cancelled mRNA research despite the fact it was an effective treatment. Isn’t it?
We do truly live in interesting times. Isn’t it?
What would you change about modern society?
Life without fascism, hatred, and bigotry would be a refreshing change, wouldn’t it?
I saw interviews with Americans who seemed not at all phased by losing the Constitution.
They would prefer a world with bigotry, hatred, and authoritarian rule.
Different strokes, doesn’t begin to cover it. No accounting, not even close.
I would like to keep the door open for everyone’s thinking. But I cannot. Stupid. Deplorable. Are the only adjectives that describe this MAGA bullsh*t. Shredding the Constitution, I heard the man say, was okay with him. Really.
MAGA represents only ⅓ of the American population.
⅓ of us are willing to shred the Constitution. That, I must point out, is the minority. The pivot to the right is dire but not fatal.
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 do to be involved in the community?
Do you really believe in a humble brag? Really?
When my friend J told me she was placing all her “live food” [her vivid description] in one of these bins, I issued a grump. She, btw, was not bragging.
On her podcast activist-actress Julia Louis-Dreyfus had been acclaiming the merits of a home food compactor for a while.
Another grump from me. Too much earth-friendly virtue, I grumbled.
The compost pails are law in NYC now. They put up big centralized bins on the corners a few months ago.
Next, they required your landlord to make these accessible for us all.
You can hear my complaint over this new task as I carry my bag up the block.
Just a humble brag.
When are you most happy?
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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.
What’s something you believe everyone should know.
We’ve seen Candide at least a couple of times. If by “seen,” you count the back rows of the Theatre, which is still occupied by Wicked for these dozen plus years. The stage is away aways from the topt’o the house there.
We saw Grand Hotel with Cyd Charisse uptop, too. Even from that height, she had spectacular legs.
I digress a bit, but yes, everyone should be aware of Ms. Charisse’s beauty in her Bway debut at age 70 and the steep incline that defines the Gershwin Theatre’s seating capacity.
Candide was led by Jim Dale and a newly minted Jason Daniely and featured Arte Johnson. Its music is by Leonard Bernstein with some additional Sondheim songs.
Like Forrest, Candide falls into a series of adventures [well mis- adventures].
His naïveté, [well their naïveté] creates the disconnect between how unsettling things are and their happy-go-lucky reactions.
“The best of all possible worlds” offers many upsets to the hero [well heroes] of these picaresques
In Gump’s best world, “life is like a box of chocolates.”
Two views, two famous lines. Two innocents abroad.
What is your favorite hobby or pastime?
Pasttimes are crucial to keeping us involved. Hobbies often augment and eventually replace work in our lives.
Leisure activities become the “what we do” when we retire from our jobs.
For some of us, the bowling league runs parallel to our paycheck activity. It might be karaoke Tuesday that makes your week even while you’re still going to a 9-to-5.
Some of us are serious about physical endeavors, like preparing for a marathon or biking new trails.
I enjoy my classes at the gym alongside long chats with friends over lunch or coffee. Or just like that- even if we communicate by that new-fangled texting thing.
I consider writing my actual occupation now. I feel as if this is what I have grown into and prepared for in all my years past.
I have landed on a true pasttime to pass my time.
What do you enjoy most about writing?
As I write, I find one thought, one idea, or kernel of an idea leading me to more.
Sometimes, a simple premise will reveal layers of interesting and unexpected notions.
Who knew I had such depths of feeling about a kiwi?
What is the most important thing to carry with you all the time?
Silly question! A stop watch, of course.
Hard to rewind without one.
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