Monthly Archives: March 2009

Sad Panda Seen Walking Downtown

From gothamist:

Spotted: Sad Panda Walking Downtown

Reader David Velez (link NSFW) sent us these photos of a sad looking panda walking around downtown at Battery Park late yesterday afternoon. Was he laid off from the zoo? He was carrying a Duane Reade bag and kept his head hung low as he walked amongst the humans. Aw, depression era panda, you make us so sad. (Though the eye witness pointed out this could be some sort of fetish thing, in which case, gross.)

UPDATE: Seems a lot of people have fallen in fascination with sad panda. One reader sent in more photos (including one where he is unmasked! Which we will not post here). Someone give sad panda a book deal, we bet he’s seen a lot on the mean (Wall) streets.

http://gothamist.com/2009/03/26/spotted_sad_panda.php

Alien Robots in NYC

I’ve seen these little robot alien-type guys all over Manahattan streets lately. What the hell are they? Who’s putting them there? Aliens?

Robot Alien Guy on NYC Streets

Robot Alien Guy on NYC Streets

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Running Ice Skater

This guy ran around the rink at South Street Seaport like 12 times before stopping. It was one of the strangest things I’ve ever seen on a hockey rink besides that lion mauling.

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Heavy Commute

And I thought my gym bag felt heavy!  I noticed this slight girl this morning stepping off the Path train with this, a cello or something huge and instrumental, strapped to her back like the weight of the world. For the amount of musical venues and shows going on daily in NYC, it’s something to think about all of the musicians who have to bring their gear on public transportation.

Have you ever been on a train where someone’s amp or drum kit is blocking the doors?  It’s not fun for you to step around, but just think how annoying it is for the musician.  This is all why I play the harmonica.

Instrumental Burden

Instrumental Burden

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Left Over St. Patty’s Day Stuff

I just thought this was hilarious. Found on Christopher Street but, it’s terrible of me, I forget the name of the place. Anyone help me out?

Those Irish Peruvians!

Those Irish Peruvians!

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Happy St. Patrick’s Day

Irish Oatmeal

I see this stuff all the time and finally decided to by some today, go figure. The packaging alone is stand out. But it’s the certificate of Award Uniformity of Granulation that gets me. I hate when my oatmeal is in all sorts of crazy shapes and sizes.  Thank you McCann’s and Happy St. Patrick’s Day.

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A Pie, a pint, a slice & a shot: Pizza Pub opens on 3rd

All hail the Pizza Pub!  Finally, a new pizza place has opened in Manhattan that sells BOTH pizza and booze. Best of all, it’s cheap. My walk past it on this morning’s commute brought back memories of my Saturday night. A little past one in the morning, after a few pints at the Village Pour House I walked up third, and found myself at the Pizza Pub. I just got two slices of their Margarita pizza. It was a beautiful moment.

In times like these a new place with cheap prices on pizza, $3 pints and a nice, clean atmosphere is a very welcomed addition to the neighborhood.  And the pizza is good! We’ll see if the idea sticks though. Many times the pizza is segmented from the booze. You booze, then you binge. Everything together might prove too much of a good thing, all at the same time. Pure overload. I’ll keep you posted.

The Pizza Pub on 3rd Ave.

The Pizza Pub on 3rd Ave.

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NYC Named Least Manliest City by Combos (Combos named least manliest snack food by NYC.)

As of today, I am proclaiming a boycott of the salty snack Combos due to it’s naming of New York City in last place on a list of the manliest cities in the country. For those of you scoring at home, this is now my fifth boycott, added to Abercrombie & Fitch, Dunkin’ Donuts, Eden Farm Grocery on 20th and 3rd, and the ten dollar bill (Alexander Hamilton was a dueling madman).

Combos’ new website is called The Combos Man Zone: Home of the Combivore (are you kidding me?). It features tools for becoming a Combivore and a sweepstakes called “The Ultimate Mancation.”  And here I thought the cheese was only inside the snack.

The criteria for determining manliness is an interesting one: “using criteria such as number of professional major league sports teams, popularity of tools and hardware and frequency of monster truck rallies. Cities also lose ranking points for emasculating characteristics like the abundance of home furnishing stores, high minivan sales and subscription rates to beauty magazines.”

I’m going to throw out a wild guess here and say that the beauty magazine subscriptions are probably going to, oh, I don’t know, women. It’s just a guess though, I’m not the manliness expert.

Who came out on top of this rock-solid search for manliness? Nashville, Tennessee. Yes, Nashville, music city, home to uber-manly guys like these:

The manly band Rascal Flatts. Nice highlights.

Rascal Flatts. They mow their own lawns.

Commonly perceived manly cities like Philadelphia and Pittsburgh didn’t even crack the top 25. And is Orlando, Florida really ranked 14th? Really guys? Were you counting all the tourists that come from Philly and Pittsburgh to see Disney World and then get the heck out of there?

Oklahoma City came in third thanks to it’s country-topping purchasers of salty snacks (like Combos). In an unrelated contest, Oklahoma City was recently named the Best City to Have Heart Failure In.

What really gets me, and I know will steam all New Yorkers, is that Los Angeles actually finished ahead of us on the manly meter. Los Angeles.

For New York itself, we might not have the abundance of Home Depots and no, there is no NASCAR track nearby, but you go to Harlem and tell a few guys that they live in the least manly city in the country. Tell the thousands of men not doing simple home repair, but working their asses off in the toxic subways and up on skyscrapers, doing things men in other cities wouldn’t dare dream, and see what you come back with. Tell the tens of thousands of men who may not have the “manliest” of jobs, but have to endure all hardships that this city throws at them.

Every summer I see tourists from the so-called “manly cities” losing their shit in 110-degree subway heat, their wives yelling at them because they can’t figure out how to get to F.A.O Schwartz.  Every Christmas they get run over by cars, yelled at by cabbies, bums and psychotic over-caffeinated Wall Street types.  Get up close to one and you can literally see the fear in their eyes.

So, my former friends at Combos, nice try.  But I think New York deserves it’s own place in your rankings of Manly Cities. It’s a different beast. One that eats spit-fired lamb (the guy said it was lamb) from a street cart, pastrami sandwiches the size of your arm, and a half a pepperoni pizza at 4 in the morning. And that’s just our women!

You can keep your pretzels Combos. We know what we have here, even if no one else understands.

Read the full Combos article here.

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Who’s Up For Robo Fun?

I’ve walked past this place a million times but just noticed it today. I guess lately I’ve kept my head to the ground, shielding my face from the bitter wind. It’s a shame because I miss places like Robo Fun.

Robo Fun

Robo Fun

It seems like the kind of place the guys from The Big Bang Theory would frequent. Which happens to be the only CBS show I watch. If you are into that sort of thing, Robo Fun, and all that it entails, go to 38 E. 23rd street.

An Open Letter to Manhattan’s West Side Wind

Dear West Side Wind,

 

We’ve got to do something about your recent behavior.  What happened, man?  You were so nice this summer, blowing gently on warm days, taking the edge off when the temperature rose past comfortable. Remember September and October?  You were perfect. You made Midtown jealous and east village hipsters feel even more like the man was out to get them. We were tight, you and me.

 

But lately you’ve been out of control. There’s no other way to put it. Your blinding gusts are freezing faces and making the tiny West Village micro-breed dogs shiver their hypoallergenic fur off. It’s some harsh behavior, man. Especially when it’s this cold out already!

 

If this is a recognition thing, I know you think no one sees you, but we do. Every morning, as soon as I cross over Broadway I start to see the flags flapping a little harder. I see the gutter trash shifting. I see the cups rocking back and forth. I know you’re working.

 

There must be some sort of happy medium we can agree upon.  Because if you keep gusting so harshly on the west side someone eventually will put up a wall or more buildings or something to keep you from turning us into grimacing icecubes. Then where we all be? Remember, my friend, slow and steady wins the race.

 

Lastly, and then I’m done, do you remember last week on Christopher Street when you knocked that guy’s hat off his head? And I went to reach for it only to lose my balance and nearly fall on my face? Not cool, man. I looked like an idiot.

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Does this snow taste salty to you?

The plows are out. The salt is down. New York is getting hammered with snow (by east coast standards) but people are still getting to work however they see fit.

Commuting biker

Commuting biker

We’re supposed to get another 4 inches today, pushing the snow tally to 8-10 inches in the city, more elsewhere. But it pails in comparison to the largest single snowfall ever in New York (link).  Actually, it’s a little less than half. 26 inches is the record, set in 2006.

Plow skims the surface

Plow skims the surface

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