Staying in for the evening
It’s 7pm and the advice here is to definitely stay inside for the evening. From the Mayor’s most recent address:
So I’m in my place for now. It’s a cozy spot, and it’s surprisingly quiet here; I’m at the back of the building, away from the street. This photo is from last week:
Even in my sheltered location, I can still hear the wind gusts getting louder and louder right now.
Con Ed may be shutting off power as a preventive measure in southern Manhattan this evening — it looks like this will be south of me. If my power does go out, however, I’ll post additional updates from my phone.
Crane collapse
A crane in midtown has partially collapsed this afternoon, partially collapsing a construction crane.
From the post on the Architect’s Newspaper Blog:
The storm snapped the boom of the crane at the summit of the 95-story, 1,004-foot-tall residential tower, which now dangles precariously over the streets of midtown Manhattan. The scene on the street is still developing, but NY1 reports that the crane could become off-balance causing a further collapse. Surrounding streets have been closed and emergency crews are on the scene.
Hunker in, have a sandwich
I went out to check out the neighborhood this morning around 10:30. Streets are fairly empty except for some joggers, dog-walkers, and people seeking out fodder for Facebook status updates. There are already some windblown branches (this one looks to be featured heavily in Facebook status updates).
Drop Cloths
Went out for a walk in the East Village from 5:30 – 6:30 this evening. It’s getting gusty out there. The park is closed.
Battening down the hatches
Hurricane Sandy is coming to NYC, and we’ll soon see how big and bad it is. This note was posted on my apartment door yesterday:
A quick photo tour through my week
At St. Mark’s Church in the Bowery, there stands a statue of Peter Stuyvesant, featuring the world’s most unreadable block of text. I was only able to read through 10% or so before my eyes crossed and I had to look away.
A message about Y2K for all Seattle Residents
After countless moves and whittlings-down of belongings, I’ve somehow managed to save this Seattle Y2K readiness flyer for posterity.
The frenetically-designed Y2K logo and then-mayor Paul Schell’s letter attempt to convey confidence in the face of what was then a frightening question: will bugs in our computers inadvertantly trigger an apocalypse scenario? Continue reading
Ah, those puppy-dog eyes
As a brief addendum to my last post highlighting some dandy oddities on 7th Street, I submit this image from a nearby building. While I’m sure this dog was, at one point, cute and charming, it has since morphed into something rather terrifying.
Made out of motorcycle parts and scrap metal
Yesterday I moved to a new sublet apartment in Manhattan’s East Village. I’m just a few blocks away from the last place I was living, but what a difference it makes. I’m no longer right by an NYU dorm, and am now free from the ritual of drunk NYU students screaming on the sidewalk outside my window from 2-5am — every … single … night. That experience has galvanized my sympathies for the Save the Village movement.
The entire move took just 45 minutes. That includes everything — moving out of the old place, and moving in to the new place. Remarkable, no? The past few years I’ve shed possessions down to the bare minimum, giving away furniture to my younger sisters and clothes to Goodwill stores. So these days I live as a sublet-hopping urban nomad. They say it’s hard to find an apartment in NYC, but temporary furnished sublets — with everything provided, including wifi — are, in my experience, very easy to find via craigslist. My last sublet was very temporary (just six weeks); I’m in my current place for three months with an option to extend.
This is the tree-lined, New Yorky street I now call home:
And here’s my building. I’m extremely curious about the story behind that rather unsettling bearded face atop the door. All I know is that the building dates back to 1910 or so. I emailed the primary tenant about the face and if I learn anything interesting, I’ll update this post.
10/17 update: I heard back from the tenant; he said this: “I‘m sure there is an interesting story behind it but I don’t know it. Most people never look up. However, I can tell you that it was pretty recently that the eyes were painted. Weird.”
A closer look at the face. Welcome home, Jonathan — mwa ha ha ha.











