subway saboteur

15 Sep

Broadway/Lafayette in Manhattan.

NOTE: There is no orange S line that goes uptown.

We all have to get our kicks somewhere and somehow!



7 Sep

Today is the anniversary of my dad’s death – he passed away 11 years ago.  I cannot believe so much time has passed.  How quickly the years have gone by.  And yet, I remember the days/weeks/months when everything moved soooo  slowly, time seemed to be stuck in mud and every step was a huge effort.

I am sitting here at my desk.  It is almost time to go.  I had planned to go to the gym after work to take a few dance classes this evening. But all I want to do is go home and get into my pajamas and curl up on my couch.  It is rainy and cold out.  Last night I did not sleep well at all, thanks to a bout with seasonal allergies and a pesky mosquito in my bedroom!  And I have been in a cranky mood for days now (maybe even longer, if you ask around.)

Unfortunately this day will mark the loss of another loved one, an elder cousin from my mom’s side of the family. My mom was very close to him, and I was quite fond of him, too.  He was a huge help to both of us when my dad was sick.

So, I am going to go home and think about my Papi and my primo Pepe and dwell in the memories of  nicer and sunnier moments.

Irene, buenas noches.

31 Aug

Well, I have not posted for a while and lots has happened.  Since my sort-of-bleak postings about London, I have completed my 1st level exams for my doctoral program.  This is a HUGE milestone for me.  Going to school while working is no joke, people!  And I have been in school pretty much forever!!! (But in all honesty, I love learning new things, so I cannot complain.)

A few days after submitting the exam, I was dealing with Irene here in NYC.  Luckily, like the exam, it was not too bad.  I think the worst thing about it all was hearing poor Mayor Bloomberg’s pitiful, just pitiful, Spanish.  I do give him props for trying, but in all honesty – Spanish is a phonetic language, so anyone technically can speak it.  However, without the proper accent, it makes absolutely no sense.  As I read in an article yesterday, “In emergency situations…it would not be safe to listen to Bloomberg alone.”  Bloomie needs to try a wee bit more.  (Although as he mentions, he is 69, and I must say, homeboy looks good for his age!  Work it out Mayorador!)  See below.–viva-el-bloombito

Yup.  Listening to Bloomberg alone, when he is speaking in Spanish, can be bad for your health, mi gente!

We have been having a series of beautiful, crisp sunny days with blue skies here in NYC after the rains and wind.  But, something about this time of year always makes me a bit pensive, nostalgic and sad.  Maybe this particular year more than others.

I dedicate this song (one of my favorites by one of my favorite singers) to New Orleans, London, and NYC, as well as all those towns and cities recently affected by Irene.

The news from London

10 Aug

reminds me of the Ministry song, So What?


9 Aug

The news from London is heartbreaking.  I am so sad.

Snippets of a journey

3 Aug

What I left…

Looking forward


what I saw….

Life (Guard) Changes

Fellow travelers

London, Eye have my I on You!

these shoes are made for creeping

Fine Feathered Friends

Blue skies on the horizon

Thrown to the lions

Hitting the bottle

A well turned high-heel

and what was waiting for me when I got home…

Things are looking up!

London called!

28 Jul

And I answered.  I was away for a mini-whirl-wind tour of London and Paris, visiting some very very VERY good friends.   It was awesome, and exactly what I needed to gain some perspective.

I am actually seriously considering moving to London in a year or two, despite the gloomy weather.  (Although I heart heart heart NYC and it is my true blue home. But I digress…)

And I deleted my online profile before I left.  After that yucky email from Mr. Teeth, I was left with SUCH a bad taste in my mouth.  I really thought about it, and concluded, “I just do not want to do this anymore!”

And you know what?  I feel GREAT!

I had a few revelations about my particular online dating adventures, and although I do not regret having attempted it, I took a good, long, hard look at the facts and concluded:

1) I have not had the best experiences meeting men online.

2) Something about being a woman online makes men* (*heterosexual men* ) think (maybe unconsciously, but definitely erroneously) that she is “too” available – even if these same dudes  are looking for someone that is available and interested in having a relationship.  It is hard for me to put into words, and it is only my opinion based on my experiences.  But,  it was a bit of a light-bulb moment for me.  And it finally made sense as to why kind of normal, regular nice guys can all of a sudden kind of act like pricks when you begin interacting with them in the online world.  In other words, if a guy spots you at a party or through a friend, there isn’t a little sign over your head (or caption under your chin) saying “I am interested in meeting someone, and that someone could be you!” (Not that this is my profile slogan, but you get the gist of what I am saying.)

Instead, he has to wonder, has to ask, has to talk to you, approach you – and that gives you the chance to get a gut sense of whether he is worth your time or not.

Even if it is a blind date/set-up sort of thing, a friend is usually brokering the situation – like “oh, I think you two may get along.”  It is not like you, as the “available woman”, are acting as your own broker.

Again, hard for me to explain.  And this is not to say that maybe in a year or two I may change my mind.  But by then, I may be in London.  And the bottom line is that I have a sneaky suspicion that the guy for me most likely is not looking for me online.