That's One Hella Huge Omelet!

Seriously, WTF? I was shopping at Whole Food Markets tonight with my friend, Tarrell, when we spotted two people taking pictures of the produce section. Wondering what the fuss was about, we wandered over and spotted this!


Tarrell said they looked like dinosaur eggs -- and he's right! You can't tell from the picture, but the texture of these eggs are hard yet leathery looking. Meaning: they look like they're soft-shelled eggs, but they're hard like chicken eggs.


These things are HUGE, too! I should have placed my hand around one so you can see by contrast, but take my word for it -- theyre about the size of grapefruits. And the green ones on the left, especially, look like some kind of vegetable. But nope, both the green and white ones are emu eggs! I have to look up what the deal is with that, unless someone reading would care to enlighten me in the comments section.


The white, at least, I'm used to . . . but WTF is up with the green? What, are they not ripe yet? :)
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Woke Up This Morning . . .

. . . And this is what I found outside my bedroom window.


Looks like we *finally* got the blizzard I just knew New York was capable of getting. I've been waiting all winter for this! Up until this point, we've only gotten pitiful, pathetic little snow/rain mixers, with more of the latter and less of the former. But finally the winds prevailed in *my* favor for once, and we got a nice 5 inches of snow just overnight alone. Fortunately for me, the biggest part of the storm is not yet done with us, and we can expect about an additional 5 or 6 inches when all is said and done by late afternoon. I would love about twice as much snow as that, but with the anemic winter we've had -- beggars can't be choosers, you know?


I, of course, got up and went in to work. But seems like almost no one else did. The subways were deserted!!! And downtown Manhattan was eerily quiet as well. Not like the ending of the movie Devil's Advocate empty, but still creepy nonetheless.


I'll see if I can remember to take a picture on my way home through the park. I'll probably be moving too quickly to take more than a blur with my iPhone. :)
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Taken By "Taken"

We ventured out into the city yesterday due to being cooped up indoors the entire day of Valentine's (for various reasons, of which I shall not go into detail here). The weather was a lot warmer than it has any right being in the middle of February, though it was still only in the 40s.

Downtown was a lot less crowded on Sunday than it is on Saturdays, even despite the fact that the next day was a major holiday for most folks. We saw the sci-fi flick, Push, (garbage btw), and then the Liam Neeson starring movie, Taken, about a retired government operative who's daughter is kidnapped into a human-trafficking ring while in Paris. Neeson's character goes Charles Bronson and tracks down the perpetrators in this ring while barely keeping a step or two ahead of the Parisian police. It was a really small, but ultimately satisfying film. We really, really liked it.

It was weird watching, though, because we'd only just booked our flight and hotel to Paris for next month. Even in my brief stint researching the trip so far, I found myself recognizing certain streets and addresses in the movie as being near where we'll be staying! So that was a lot of fun. Watching the movie only made us even more excited about going, this being our first time in Europe and all. I only hope we get there before the giant hordes of tourists descend on the city in time for the warm weather. We'll be going the day before Spring starts, so hopefully Paris will be relatively off-season still. If it's still cold by March 20, it should be fine. But I get a feeling the weather's going to warm up a bit by the time we get there.

I shouldn't complain, though. I plan to do as much walking as humanly possible, so it would be nice if we're not being blasted by arctic Scandinavian winds while walking down Champs Elysees from the Arc de Triomphe to the Louvre.

Has anyone been to gay Paris? We're spending 6 days there, and don't speak a word of French. I'm learning a few phrases, though. Right now the only thing I can muster up is: Excuze moi, je ne parlay pas tres bien Francais. Which (I think) means: "I'm sorry, but I don't speak French very well." Which is funny since, technically, I don't speak French at all!

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I Like My Big Cities Dreary

I don't know what it is about me, but I love overcast days. I actually despise sun-shiny days. Not because I'm trying to go all goth or a wannabe vampire like is all the craze these days, but because everything looks so much cooler with dark clouds hanging above it all.


But when I go out to the countryside, I find that dreariness does not suit a more natural setting. So I realized it's only when I'm in the city that I prefer it to look appropriately gloomy and sinister -- the way it looks in, say, a Tim Burton movie. Yup, that's the look that fits big cities best!


Today *was* a gloomy day. I say "was" because suddenly the sun decided to break out around noon and ruin my perfectly washed-out looking morning, as evidenced by the picture above taken right outside the window at my office.


Doesn't that look like the New York you've come to expect?


We'll be going to Paris next month, and this is exactly how I'm secretly hoping it will look the entire time we're there. Lisa would kill me if she knew this is what I hope for. But, come on, it's going to be March! It's not like there's going to be flowers and trees blooming or anything. Plus, it's called the City of Lights for a reason. So who cares if it's overcast? (heh, heh)


Does anyone else think the gloom befits a big, old city? People from So-Cal are automatically banned from adding their 2 cents, btw. :)
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On Vacation

Phew, at last! The time of the year I love most. Nope, not Christmas but . . . holiday break! As a creature of habit, I was quite upset the year I graduated from college and realized that, in the real world, there is no such thing as winter recess!


What, after almost 2 decades of being conditioned to expect a nice reprieve at the end of the year, you expect me to actually come to work now? Surely you jest?


And so, as soon as I had seniority to accumulate enough days, I put aside two weeks worth every year in order to enjoy the holidays properly and work-free! Yesterday was my last day of the year, and as it so happens it was also a day for more snow. Yay! And we got quite a nasty one. The above picture was taken from the window at my office, overlooking St. Paul's across the street (one of the oldest churches in the city). As you can see, we got a good coating of the white stuff. Which always makes me happy. And there's more on the way in the coming days before Xmas. Hooray!


Due to the inclement weather, my company let us leave at noon to beat the hazardous conditions on the road. As I take the subway home, I had no road conditions to worry about, so Lisa and I took in a few movies. I saw The Punisher as I waited for Lisa to get out of work. It was a terrible movie, made worse by the fact that they made Montreal stand in for New York. At least, I think that was Montreal. Montreal is good for a few things, but standing in for NYC is not one of them. If they absolutely have to use a Canadian city to double as my hometown, I prefer Toronto. But maybe that's just me.


Anyway, Punisher was good in terms of the action and actually, you know, sticking closer to the comics (especially the Garth Ennis MAX line) than the horrible previous movie a few years back did. But it was still a brutal mess. The poor acting and uninvolving storyline detracted hugely, but the brooding atmosphere and take-no-prisoners, balls to the wall, firefights made up for it a little bit. I rate it a 5/10.


Lisa and I went to see the latest Will Smith flick, Seven Pounds, afterwards. I swear to god I figured out the entire plotline within the first 50 minutes of this 2-hour tear-jerker. At least, it was a tear-jerker for everyone else who apparently didn't see the obvious clues that were being thrown about at the beginning. But, while the impact of the big reveal at the end was robbed for me, the emotional impact was still there at least. I actually thought it was a very good film, especially thanks to the outstanding performances by Will Smith and Rosario Dawson. Dawson in particular was mesmerizing to watch. She can make me pancakes any day of the week, yessir! I give it an 8/10 rating.


We had dinner at our favorite Chinese place in that part of town (near Hell's Kitchen) called Ollies. I asked the waiter where the bathroom was in Mandarin and he damned near tripped over himself smiling before telling me. I almost never bust out the Chinese when at a restaurant, because most of the time the waitstaff are Cantonese or, more recently, Fujianese, and I end up being greeted by confused stares. But at this place almost everyone speaks Mandarin. Which is nice. Hearing it around me almost feels like home, which is funny since I'm not actually Chinese. I guess it reminds me of college, which after 4 years really did feel like home.


Afterwards, we walked back to the theater and watched the final movie of the day, Gran Torino starring Clint Eastwood. Wow, what a great movie! I loved, loved, LOVED it!!! It was so superbly written and acted. Clint served triple duty as director, actor, and producer. And once again he pulls out an Oscar-worthy performance on all counts. He even sings the closing song during the credits. Was not my cup of tea (the song), but kudos to him for having the balls to do it. The story itself is about an old Korean-war vet living out his retirement in solitude with his dog, Betsy. His neighborhood is quietly being taken over my Hmong refugees, and the old man begrudgingly forms a relationship with the teenage brother and sister living next door. It's sort of like a reverse Karate Kid story, but with no karate. The old white handy man who takes in a displaced Asian kid who cannot defend himself against the local gangs. He has the kid fix up the odds and ends around his and the neighbors' houses, and in return he serves as a sort of father figure to the young man. Aww. In all seriousness, go see this! I don't think it's in wide-release just yet, but when it is . . . SEE IT!!!


I give it a 9/10.




We got back to the Bronx at midnight (subway ran just fine) and it was still snowing! I took this pic on the walk through the park so you can see how much snow actually fell. Sorry for the motion blurriness. Guess I was walking faster than I realized.
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Tips For Clueless People Who Get Mugged

Here's a funny bit of advice posted online at Craigslist "best of" section. It's written by a sarcastic NYPD patrolman and provides tips to stupid people (read: out of towners) who are moving to the rougher areas of the city (like where I live) thinking that nothing will happen to them. Click on the above link to read the full article.

It's very funny, and oh so true. Unfortunately I can't say that he's wrong. This is very much what it's like to live here. At least where I live. My neighborhood's been getting slowly gentrified over the last five years or so, although it is still mostly low-income housing in the surrounding neighborhoods. But I'm getting more and more young couples from the Upper East and West sides moving into my building complex every year. Some of them think they're still in Manhattan, where the police hang off of their beck and call. Not so, not so.Source URL: https://bollywoodsexygirls2012.blogspot.com/search/label/New%20York%20City%20Life
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A Weird Contraption, And Another Man-Bag Sighting!!!

Lisa and I went to the movies Sunday -- a rare outing indeed, as Sundays are usually our stay-at-home and unwind together day. We saw two movies: Twilight and Slumdog Millionaire. The review for the latter is one entry down on this page. Read it. It was an awesome movie.

Twilight was not so awesome, which is why you won't find a review of it here. It's really only for teen girls or women who've read the novels (or both). I don't include men in this category, although I'm sure there's one or two who might really, REALLY like this kind of thing. Basically, it's very teen angsty and emo -- the type of film someone watches just before slitting their wrists. Now, I like vampire movies. You know I do. And I've read my fair share of vampire-themed novels in my time. A *lot* in fact. But Meyer's version of vampires (at least from what I can tell from this movie alone) seems like a rehash of everything I've read/seen before. For some reason, the mythos strongly evokes the "Underworld" brand of games/movies/literature for me. Anyway, if you like high school lovey-dovey drama with a bite (ahem), then this is the film for you. Just be prepared to wade through the throngs of giggly teenage girls to get to your seat, tho (yes, there were quite a few of these groups in my theater).

Anyway, as me and Lisa were riding up the escalator to get into the theater, guess what I just happened to see? Yup, another freaking MAN PURSE!!!! Arghhhhh!


You see? You people thought I was exaggerating, right? But literally one fucking day after posting that entry, I get smacked in the face with this thing! God help us, but they're taking over NYC I tell ya! Run!

(ha, ha)

Oh, and I went to the restroom before the movies and was confronted with an odd gadget when looking for the paper towels after washing my hands.






Has anyone seen this before? Lisa informs me that they've been out for a while now, and asked: where the hell have you been? But honestly, I was taken aback by this. It's some sort of fancy, new-fangled type of hand dryer. You basically stick you hands right inside that slot and get what feels like a jumbo jet turbine unleashed on your wet hands. Seriously, the air is amazingly powerful. It gets your hands bone dry in literally 3 seconds flat! Whoa!

I'd hate to see one of these puppies attached to the inside of a toilet seat, although I hear they have them in Japan. I would imagine some people would get a little *too* much pleasure out of that, if you know what I mean.

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Okay, Since When Was It Cool For A Man To Carry A Purse?

Here in New York City, I'm witnessed to a lot of crazy fashion choices that leave me scratching my head. But this latest fad among men is driving me bat shit insane! I've always heard of the man purse (or "murse")--which is also called a man bag--but the ones I've seen that are favored by European men look nothing like this. This is going too far! What's next, matching pumps and hoop earrings?


The first time I saw this, I was walking down the street. The guy in front of me had a full-on woman's bag hanging from his shoulder. It wasn't a messenger bag. *I* have a messenger bag--it's the type of bag you can fit a laptop into. In my day it was called a satchel.


But this . . . this is a completely different animal.



I mean, WTF? This is not cool. I know that as a man we sometimes need a place to stick our extra crap just like women. In my case, I'm constantly carrying around loads of books, papers, magazines, and work files. That's what a messenger bag is for. But this thing with big, loopy straps and supple leather exterior? Um, no. That my friend is a purse. Or handbag. Or whatever women call it. But the important thing is, it's for WOMEN!


On the subway, I saw another man with a similar type bag slung over one shoulder. But this one had a black & white tiger print pattern. You heard me right: TIGER FUCKING PRINT! I'm waiting to see rainbows and kisses next. Or maybe X's and O's written in pink lipstick all up and down the bag. *barf*



I'm thinking of starting my own photo essay collection, that's how bad it's getting. I'll take my camera with me wherever I go, and when I see one of these walking vaginas around town, I'm going to snap pics and post them on Flicker. Then you'll know I'm not kidding around here.


What I thought was just an odd sighting or two has recently blown up to a full out invasion in this city. And I'm sure it's not limited to just New York. Oh, and before you ask: no, these dudes did not seem like they were gay to me. I mean, I can't exactly tell of course. But from what my limited abilities can deduce, these guys are straight. They've just been brainwashed by this metrosexual phase that's been sweeping the country over the past several years.


And it needs to stop. I mean, seriously!
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On This Day . . .

7 years ago, on this day . . .

I was walking in to work when I saw a plane flying low over the Hudson River. My company was located on the extreme west side of lower Manhattan, just half a mile north of the World Trade Center. Something in the back of my head found the sight of the plane odd, as airliners don't usually fly over that part of Manhattan, and certainly not that low. But as I was running late, I put it out of my head and rushed to get to my office.

7 years ago, on this day . . .

I was in the middle of stacks of tax legislation when I got a phone call from Lisa, telling me to watch the news. She said a plane had crashed into one of the Twin Towers. My immediate thought was: oh, what fool took a joy ride in his prop plane and got himself killed? I thought it was something like the small private plane that had crashed into the Empire State Building not so long ago. Sad and tragic, but didn't do much damage. I wasn't worried. But then she said, no, it was a 747. Now *that* was something entirely different, I admitted. That technically shouldn't be possible, I said, unless it was deliberate. Still, I didn't want to believe it could be terrorist related. Maybe a suicidal pilot? But the news only got worse as the minutes ticked on by. Pretty soon a noticeable buzz started to build up around the office. My co-worker had her radio tuned to the live news broadcast, listening with her headphones on. She told everyone that another plane hit the *other* tower, and that's when folks started to really worry.

7 years ago, on this day . . .

I took a quick break and stepped outside to assess the state of the world. I was expecting people to be going about their business as normal, a reassuring reminder that the rest of the city still chugged to the usual beat despite what might be happening half a mile south. But to my surprise, the streets were a hotbed of chaotic activity. Fire engine after fire engine came roaring down Varick street, followed by motorcades of police patrol cars with their sirens blaring as well. Fire marshals and unmarked detective vehicles joined the fray, and in the air a distinct smell of something burning hung over us. People were leaving their offices and walking in the opposite direction. Surely they were overreacting? Still, I had an uneasy feeling in my stomach, so I cut my break short and rushed back upstairs. By now, the office was in an uproar, too. People wanted to go home, but the higher ups told us all, by mass e-mail, to remain calm and continue working until further notice. They were keeping abreast of the situation.

7 Years ago, on this day . . .

My co-worker took off her headphones and turned to us, her face streaming with tears. One of the towers has fallen, she said. They think the other one will, too. My brain tried to process this impossible news. I had an absurd mental picture of a gigantic, looming office building toppling forward onto all the smaller office buildings around it. I went numb. The phones were ringing off the hook now; one of them was mine. Lisa was worried. She told me that people were being evacuated from the area -- were they letting us leave? No, I said. But I had heard enough. I wasn't staying around any longer, waiting for the company brass to decide my fate for me. Others were of the same mind. Finally the official call came over e-mail to leave the premises and to contact our managers from home to find out when it would be safe to come back. We all powered down our workstations and filed out of the building at once. We didn't know it, but it would be a week before we were allowed to come back.

7 years ago, on this day . . .

I was hoofing it up 6th avenue, heading north. Around five hundred other people crammed around me, trying to do the same thing. I travelled up to West 4th street, then took a shortcut cutting through Washington Square Park and the campuses of NYU. Students and faculty were standing around the steps of the buildings, chatting calmly but obviously confused. No one yet fully understood the magnitude of what had happened. Neither did I, but at that moment I didn't care. I was in pure survival mode, just thinking how in hell I was going to walk up the full length of the island of Manhattan, cross the Harlem River, and then walk 30 more blocks to my highrise in the Bronx. The subways and buses were frozen, mass transit had come to a standstill. The entire lower half of the city was walking east and north with me. At 23rd street I had to decide: do I go east past 1st avenue and work my way up the FDR, or do I go west and walk along the West Side Highway? I imagined the east side route taking me past the U.N. Having a vague knowledge that this had been a terrorist attack, I did not want to chance that the U.N. would not be a target, too. So I made a compromise, I stuck to 5th avenue and continued on north until I hit Central Park. From there I headed east to 1st avenue, and then north again to Harlem. I crossed the barricaded Willis Avenue bridge near 135 street into the Bronx. Buses and trains were not working here, either, so I continued walking home. I walked 10 miles that day in 3.5 hours. A city of dazed and eerily silent zombies had shadowed my movements almost every step of the way. Everyone was in survival mode.

7 years ago, on this day . . .

I sat on the couch all day long, numb and staring at the news reports. Nothing seemed real. From my 10th story apartment, I could see down into the Upper East Side of Manhattan. Not far enough to see the WTC on a normal day, but this was not a normal day. A thick, black plume of smoke rose up from the horizon, testament to how far I had walked that morning. My feet were not as sore as the day my boy scout troop got lost and we ended up walking 15 miles on broken trails with our packs . . . but they were hurt nonetheless. The news reporters kept repeating themselves. A tragedy, a tragedy. Still no word on the Pentagon. Still no word on that 4th plane. A tragedy.

7 years later, on this day . . .

My company has moved locations, this time settling us directly across the street from the World Trade Center and the pit that is Ground Zero. Today is my first 9/11 memorial ceremony so close to the site. The bell just tolled here at around 8:47, filling the entire office with an eerie silence in its wake. One of the most surreal moments of my life, besides the actual event. A lot of folks did not come in today, because they wanted to avoid all the crowds and security that has shut down the side streets around us to vehicular traffic. Later this afternoon McCain and Obama will make an appearance. I brought my lunch with me, so I doubt I'll set foot outside in that zoo until I leave to go home for the day.

They tell us never to forget.

But for me, on this day, it's impossible not to remember.
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