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  • True North

    I am usually up before sunrise, but I am not typically on the streets until somewhat later. With sunrise even earlier much of the year than it is mid-winter, I rarely see a site like that which I witnessed heading east on Prince Street Saturday morning at 7:47 AM.

    Something few New Yorkers know is the angle at which Manhattan deviates from north-south (or that it deviates much at all). New Yorkers believe Manhattan’s avenues run north-south and crosstown streets run East-West, but there is only a casual relationship between true north and the avenues. It is extremely useful, however, to think of orientation in Manhattan in that way.

    With the establishment of the Commissioners’ Plan of 1811, which established an orthogonal grid north of 14th, avenues were run parallel to the long axis of Manhattan, not actually north-south. The deviation from true north is significant: 29 degrees to be exact (read the New York Times article here). This, however, does not prevent seeing sights such as that in the photo. One of the most interesting phenomena in the city is the occurrence of Manhattanhenge, a biannual occurrence where the setting sun aligns with the crosstown streets of Manhattan’s main grid. On these days, the sun fully illuminates every cross street from river to river during the last fifteen minutes of daylight, with the setting sun’s center exactly on the street’s center line. I saw this for the first time on May 28, 2007 (see my photos and article here).

    If you are familiar with View of the World from Ninth Avenue, you know how extraordinarily ethnocentric New Yorkers are. How important is magnetic north really? Perhaps what we have is 29 degrees of irrelevance and we should more correctly say that magnetic north deviates from Manhattan’s center line which, as every New Yorker knows, points true north. 🙂


  • Halloween Parade 2008 Part 2

    (See Part 1 here)

    Here is Part 2 of the annual Village Halloween Parade – make sure to click the photo to enlarge the image.

    As promised, here is the gallery of over 40 photos on my Flickr site.


  • Halloween Parade 2008

    I have attended the annual Village Halloween Parade for many years, battling the crowds. Unless one arrives very early and jockeys for a good viewing position, it is virtually futile to attend. Nearly all the side streets on both sides of 6th Avenue for the entire parade route (of nearly 1.5 miles) overflow with people and are cordoned off early by the police. Like myself, most city residents I know have essentially given up on attending. I now typically just peruse the streets after the parade ends; costumed participants continue to mill around until the wee hours of the morning.

    However, since the inception of this blog, I have obtained a press pass, allowing me to roam freely among the paraders. This privilege is extraordinary, as the parade has become virtually unmanageable with the enormous number attending – estimated at 2 million. The history of this parade is an artistic one, so the costuming is particularly creative. Many plan for this in advance with enormous amounts of preparation. There are floats and very elaborate displays. The standards are high and the number of participants is huge; it is difficult to see more than a small fraction of the outstanding costumes. Tomorrow I will post another collage as Part 2 and a gallery of photos on my Flickr site…

    NOTE: A history of the parade, with links and photos from the past two years can be found on my previous postings: Halloween Parade Preview 2006, Halloween Parade 2006, Village Parade 2007 Preview, Village Halloween Parade 2007, Village Halloween Parade 2007 Part 2


  • Bygones be Bygones

    Horse-drawn carriages in Manhattan have been the center of controversy as of late. The COALITION TO BAN HORSE-DRAWN CARRIAGES has spearheaded a campaign to put an end to what they and many others consider an outdated concept that no longer is appropriate. From the Coalition’s website:

    “Carriage horses are out of place in midtown’s congested streets and belong to another century when there were far fewer vehicles and pedestrians. When hansom cabs are mixed with cars, taxis, buses, pedestrians, bikes and emergency vehicles – fire trucks, ambulances and police cars – they are a recipe for disaster.”

    Business is involved here, and where there’s money at stake, there’s bound to be bitter conflict. The carriage industry and owners paint a different picture, stating that the the animals are well cared for, have a long life, and are happy. Investigations have shown conflicting reports. An audit by the City Comptroller in 2007, however, did show some horses being maintained in substandard conditions. The fate of the 68 licensed carriages in the city is still in limbo. Mayor Bloomberg defends the industry and the continuation of the carriages. Some have proposed a stabling area inside the park, which seems like it would be a good compromise.

    The romance of the past is a powerful force, and of course, visitors love the idea of a horse-drawn carriage ride through Central Park. This is one of those New York City signature activities that many feel compelled to do at least once in their life. But unfortunately, history and romance, no matter how compelling, do not alone justify the continuation of a practice. The circumstances and standards of a society change, and I think we all like to believe that our consideration of other humans and animals improves over time. In the final analysis, we may have to let bygones be bygones…


  • The Day’s Work

    As I wrote in Being Trumps Doing, when I leave my home on a beautiful day for a stroll in the city, I frequently have some small agenda. For the workaholic, this helps justify recreation, turning fun into something of a small task, in keeping with the Protestant work ethic of my New England background. After all, play is for children, not adults.

    The problem with this approach to life is that a small agenda item, if planned for a later part of the day, can become a nagging irritant. And so it was on Sunday, when, after a few errands, I intended to take a walk to Tompkins Square Park, see what activities may be at hand, and procure some fruit from the small farmer’s market there.

    However, while walking down Broadway, I come across a block party. The barricaded street had Park Rangers, children’s activities including rides on a shetland pony, re-enactments, cavalry horses, bales of hay, a Gatling gun, and Hotchkiss gun. I had unknowingly stumbled upon the 150th birthday celebration of Theodore Roosevelt, 26th President of the United States. Unbeknownst to me, Roosevelt was born in a NYC brownstone at 28 East 20th Street in Manhattan. The home is now open to the public as a museum. It is a National Historic Site and is administered by the National Park Service, U.S. Department of the Interior.

    The home, typically not open on Sundays, was having a free open house as part of the celebration. This was a great opportunity for my first visit – visitors were allowed to roam the property at will. Typically, period rooms can only be seen via guided tour. The staff is quite accommodating. From their website, we learn:

    Not all Presidents were born in log cabins. One was actually born in a New York City brownstone! Visit the birthplace and boyhood home of Teddy Roosevelt and see what it was like to grow up in the “gilded age.”

    Forty percent of the furnishings are original. One that caught my eye was a beautiful original gas-illuminated lamp with panels known as lithophanes. A lithophane is a translucent porcelain, etched or molded, with varying degrees of thickness. The result is a three-dimensional image which changes depending on the light source. It disappears and reappears when backlit or not. It is typically credited to Baron Paul de Bourging in France in 1827, although evidence indicates that similar work was done in China one thousand years before in the Tang Dynasty.

    A swing through Union Square provided other distractions – what appeared to be a Christian rock group and an assault by some variant on the Zombie Con, which I witnessed last week. It soon became clear that it had become too late for Tompkins Square Park. A shame in a way, because although it had been a great afternoon punctuated by a surprise landmark event, somehow I felt that the day’s work had not really been done 🙂


  • It Behooves One

    When we passed this statue of Jesus holding the Twin Towers, we were quite surprised – we brought our car to a halt, reversed, and parked briefly to get a real good look, lest our eyes had deceived us the first time around. But they had not. Jesus was holding the Twin Towers in front of St. Ephrem’s Church at 929 Bay Ridge Parkway in Brooklyn. On a plaque below the statue, there was a passage from Isaiah in the Bible:

    “I will never forget you.
    See, upon the palms of My hands
    I have written your name;
    Your walls are ever before me.”
    Isaiah 49:15-16

    I am not adequately schooled in the Bible to explain the meaning of this passage and its relationship to Jesus holding the Twin Towers. Also, the word order of this biblical passage appears differently everywhere else I have read it.

    There was a realization that this sculpture was not a casual or whimsical thing – it was obviously planned, commissioned in some way, designed, created, and installed. And it is not hidden from view at all but rather prominently placed in front of the church on a major thoroughfare.
    It certainly has created controversial remarks by those who have seen the statue live or in photos. A photo featured in the Gothamist, which was posted on Flickr, shows a broad range of sentiments in the comments.

    The Twin Towers disaster of 9/11 is a very delicate subject. I believe that it behooves the prudent person to leave the subject alone if at all possible – I had reservations in doing this posting at all. On this one, I am just the messenger…

    Personal Confession: I love the word behooves and find it underused, and I am always looking for an opportunity to use it.


  • Zombiecon

    This was the fourth annual Zombiecon, a celebration of the living dead. There is very little information about the event on the official website. The dearth of info, either pre- or post-event, is reminiscent of a Flash Mob. One observer called Zombiecon a “weird hybrid of flash mob, pub crawl, and “Thriller” video.”

    However, it is not truly a flash mob because of its spontaneous, unplanned nature, but the loose structure of this event does give it the feel of one. I wrote about flash mobs and smart mobs in my articles on the International Pillow Fight and the Silent Rave (Part 1 and Part 2). To be notified and involved in these events, you will need to be in the loop or connected, and the same appears to be true with Zombiecon.

    The New York Times said, “This loosely organized spectacle will roam the streets of Manhattan, dressed in their best grave-defying fashions and gaping wounds, spending the afternoon scaring children and shopkeepers and hunting for brains (and beer)”

    It appeared that Zombiecon 2008, which is a loosely structured “parade” around Manhattan, terminated in Union Square, where I happened upon it by accident. The group was hard to miss. As typifies many NYC events of this nature, there were many creative, clever, and inventive costume concepts. I used one of the more benign participants for my photo choice; most were much more ghoulish and bloody, and the thought of a photo starting the week on a Monday morning (not to mention being on this site in perpetuity) was not an appealing prospect. For more photos of the macabre, you can see hundreds of galleries on Flickr.  For me, I prefer a milder image before lunch…


  • New York Moment

    Sometimes, everything just clicks.
    My best friend from college called me earlier this week to let me know that he would be in NYC at 5:30 AM, today, Friday. I cleared my day for him – he is fun incarnate and is usually up for doing just about anything. This man is one of those people who is immediately likable.
    He was my first friend and college roommate in New York City – a Jew from Brooklyn. He taught me the ins and outs of this town and how to bankface my money. I learned what bagels, delis, egg creams, and greasy spoons were.

    With no specific agenda, we started with breakfast at a diner – Joe Jrs. He said he wanted to visit OK Cigars at 383 West Broadway in SoHo. Perfect, because he has a rental car, we are both ex-taxicab drivers, and we love an adventure. I don’t smoke, but a cigar store sounds like an interesting visit. The weather is absolutely perfect.

    But we arrive 30 minutes before this shop opens. As we ponder what to do, the owner, Len Brunson, arrives early and welcomes us in. Our luck just seems to be getting better. I ask about his policy regarding photography, and he just loves the idea, which is not the case with every store. We both agree how puzzling it is to have such restrictions and how antithetical it is to a business venture.

    There is a loft in this small, wonderful shop. Am I allowed to go up the treacherous ladder to take photos from the small loft area? A resounding yes. I find some great vantage points for shooting from above while my friend makes a purchase of $288. It certainly was worthwhile for the owner to open early.

    Ok Cigars, opened in 1997, is a high-end cigar retailer. They also have an extensive selection of one-of-a-kind antique smoking accessories. The shop has a tremendous woodsy, antique ambiance and is worth a visit, even if you are not a smoker. You can take a virtual tour of the store at their website. Len Benson is one of the nicest, most congenial, and accommodating stores owners I have met.

    The whole experience was a New York moment, and at 11 AM, the day is just starting. We are going out to Brooklyn and will investigate Coney Island in its current state. Stay tuned for a recap next week of this outing 🙂


  • Being Trumps Doing

    One of the best things about this city is the plethora of extraordinary and unusual people and things. I have spoken to a homeless person who graduated from Columbia University. Street musicians who go to Julliard. Physics professors. The editor of the Paris Review. And many who are not renowned in any way but who are absolutely brilliant in either a mainstream interest or some obscure niche.

    Those of you who read this blog regularly know that I am in the throws of a renovation in my NYC apartment. It is frustrating to spend beautiful days indoors hammering and painting, particularly on a Sunday with blue skies and warm air in late September. In sampling the air with my head out my window before leaving my home, I noticed two guitarists playing on the stoop of my building, not a typical occurrence at all.

    When I exited my home, already late afternoon, my intention was to go do my doings. However, after a polite interchange of hellos, it occurred to me that I had no real doings to do apart from going out to enjoy the day. Perhaps I should spend a moment and see what these two guitarists had to offer. As it turned out, they played some of the best original music I have heard. They were quite accommodating, with Eric improvising a tune for a 2 1/2 year old girl. I learned that they both play publicly. We exchanged emails, and I learned that Ian Gittler and Eric Silverman will be playing back to back on October 4th at the Ace of Clubs on Great Jones Street.

    In the act of going to do, one can easily overlook things much more interesting at hand. I frequently observe people in this city rushing by a major happening with great fervor and intention, perhaps part of an agenda.

    It behooves anyone in this city, resident or not, to really slow down and observe, as difficult as that may be in a fast-moving world and a faster city. Never make assumptions based on appearances or be afraid to engage in conversations. I have so frequently missed remarkable people and things, right under my nose, only to be told later by a friend. Don’t miss the extraordinary, rush to the ordinary, or let doing trump being


  • Joe’s Dairy

    When I was a child, blue laws did not permit most retailers to open on Sunday. But business has changed dramatically and is so competitive that for most retailers, being closed on Sunday would be suicide. Some find the laws antiquated and draconian. Others find these old blue laws to be a blessing to laborers, insuring at least a day off.

    When you run across a business that does any retail and is closed on Sunday, you know that they have a very niche business, an off-the-beaten-path location, or are very old school. The latter is the case with Joe’s Dairy at 156 Sullivan Street in an Italian area of SoHo/South Village, nearby to Raffetto’s, another wonderful Italian food store.

    I have been waiting to do a story on Joe’s for some time. The right opportunity presented itself recently, and I strolled in to find a congenial and accommodating staff. I was extremely pleased to learn that the owner, Anthony Campanelli, was on premises making his renowned mozzarella.

    A few paces into the tiny back room, and I found Anthony surrounded by huge cauldrons of boiling water, working his magic for customers citywide. He stopped to speak to me, taking the brief meeting quite seriously. With no objections, he allowed himself and the kitchen to be photographed. See photo here.
    He buys his curds in bundles from a supplier in Buffalo, New York, receiving deliveries three times a week.

    Each bundle weighs 45 pounds, and Anthony runs through 25-40 bundles a day – nearly a ton of cheese. Most consider this to be the finest mozzarella in New York City, and it comes in a number of flavors. The shop also sells a variety of Italian food products – imported cheeses and other goods.

    Afternote: In writing about Buffalo, NY, the word “buffalo” spurred me to make a follow-up phone call to Anthony and enquire whether he made buffalo milk mozzarella. He does not, assuring me that buffalo milk curd is not available in the United States (all his mozzarella is from cow’s milk). Mozzarella di Bufala Campana is imported from Italy. Many consider it to be the finest tasting – it is featured on many restaurant menus.


  • Universal Impact

    I lived in New York City during the 9/11 disaster. In fact, my apartment had unobstructed direct views of the Twin Towers. I viewed the impact of the first Tower minutes after the first plane struck it. I live and work in lower Manhattan in close proximity to Ground Zero, and like other downtown residents, elements of the aftermath lingered for months. Smoke, fumes, restricted areas, emergency vehicles, vigils, and memorials were part of everyday life.

    I have a series of photos taken during that period, none of which I have posted before. There has so much coverage, imaging, and activity surrounding the disaster that I have limited my participation. Any contributions sometime feel virtually gratuitous.

    Today I have opted to post one of my original photographs of a memorial site against a fenced-in area surrounding Washington Square Arch in the Village, taken in 2001 (see second photo here). This site was one of many spontaneous occurrences throughout the city. One remarkable thing about all of these sites was the universal regard they were shown for the long periods of time that they remained. Like the ghost bikes around town, these displays of candles, flowers, and personal notes were left unprotected but remained unaltered.

    There were a small number of sales of inappropriate 9/11 “memorabilia” immediately after the event, but most of this was squashed quickly and mercilessly by mayor Giuliani. There was zero sympathy for anyone trying to capitalize in such a heartless manner.

    No graffiti or vandalism, and little exploitation – extremely rare in this city to have an event of such monumental impact that it is paid such universal respect…


  • Real Deal

    Posted on by Brian Dubé

    To me, the phrase real deal is a superlative. And, like any superlative, one must use it judiciously for it to retain its meaning and impact. So when I tell you that Sunrise Mart at 4 Stuyvesant Street is the real deal, you know that I am speaking of a place that is authentic and very serious. No artifice or posing in this place – the kind of place you would only find in New York, Japan, or a very large urban area – if you’re lucky.

    Sunrise Mart is a small specialized Japanese grocery store located in an area of the East Village around St. Marks Place sometimes referred to as Little Tokyo. There’s no pandering to tourists here, although if you are in the area, I would recommend a visit to this very unique shop. The place is located on a second floor above St. Marks Bookshop and goes unnoticed to most except customers. Access is via a small elevator in a rather innocuous doorway. Also, the staff is Japanese, as is most of the clientele.

    The products range from packaged to fresh foods, divided into various departments, including meats, produce, housewares, clothing, and even DVDs. Japanese is spoken here, as one might expect in a place that is the real deal

    Posted on by Brian Dubé

  • Dead Sea Scrolls

    Posted on by Brian Dubé

    I’m not saying that this was an ordinary or everyday experience. But yesterday, I was picking wild blackberries and apples in New York City. Finding such things here is exciting, like finding a Dead Sea Scroll.
    What was even more amazing is that the apple trees were in the center of a traffic island, surrounded by ramps and highways, with the blackberries nearby. I had to jump across a trafficked ramp to access the isolated island. I was rewarded with a number of very green, unripe apples. Very sour, but I grew up eating many unripe fruits which I foraged as a child.

    I have learned, however, that blackberries are not the fortuitous find I believed them to be in my youth. Apparently they are quite hardy plants and will grow in the most unforgiving environments – they can survive in poor soil and have been found in building sites, wastelands, and along roadsides. In some areas, they are considered invasive and a weed. And technically, they are not considered true berries.

    But fruit is fruit. Why split hairs over whether these are worthy for consideration? I’m starting to sound like a typical new Yorker who extols the virtues of simple things but, in reality, thinks they must be the right kind of simple, such as a certain brand of pushcart hot dog (Sabrett) or chocolate for a New York egg cream (Fox’s U-Bet). I suppose authenticity is always important when looking for Dead Sea Scrolls…

    Photo Note: The location of these will be revealed tomorrow’s posting on a nearby subject.

    Related Postings: New York Survivor, Grapes, Bird Country, Time Landscape, The Garden at St. Lukes

    Posted on by Brian Dubé

  • Wake Up Call

    Posted on by Brian Dubé

    Wow is all I could say as I stood at Times Square looking west along 42nd Street into one of the most amazing sunsets I have seen. This stretch of 42nd Street is already quite dramatic at dusk or at night. But this sunset was remarkable, with the heavily stratified clouds and beautiful color gradation of orange to deep blue. One could have easily seen the sky as part of the artificial spectacle. Drama added to drama. Perfect for a world that knows no bounds when it comes to sensory overload. It really looked like Batman’s Gotham City.

    One can easily live a lifetime in New York City without hardly a hint of the natural world. With the exception of the sky, occasional tree, squirrels, and birds, we live in a place that is almost entirely man-made. Some are fortunate and have park, river, or garden views. But for most, this is a life of concrete, stone, brick, steel, and glass. We look to other things – culture, business, restaurants, architecture, and human interaction.

    Some seek out nature in the city. It is can be found in promenades, parks, gardens, and waterways. And occasionally, when you least expect it, it slaps you in the face. A wake up call to nature…

    Posted on by Brian Dubé

  • View of the World

    Posted on by Brian Dubé

    I hate to use the phrase de rigueur again, but if there ever was a need for it, this is a prime example. Because familiarity with this image, View of the World from 9th Avenue, is de rigueur for every New Yorker and anyone who wants to understand this city’s people. This really is how many of us see New York City. I actually visualize the world much like this at times. When I first saw this work, I was stunned as to how close it was to my mind’s perspective of the world.

    Note how inconsequential things outside the city are depicted. Ironically, the area of Manhattan shown is itself one of the least important, yet it still looms large over other cities, states, and countries.

    The density of people and services is so great here that it really is possible to go quite some time without leaving; many Greenwich Village residents joke about how they never go north of 14th Street for months or even years at a time. Manhattan is literally a world unto to itself and is a center for a myriad of industries. It is very easy to adopt a worldview not too far from this work of art.

    The image itself is a New Yorker magazine cover from March 29, 1976, created by Saul Steinberg, who did 85 covers and 1,200 drawings for the magazine. The photo was taken of a poster hanging in a shop in the Village. I didn’t even have to go to 9th Avenue, seek out the original, or step inside a shop. My view of the world from 9th avenue was had from the comfort of my own neighborhood in a gallery window. Now that’s a New Yorker 🙂

    Posted on by Brian Dubé


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