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Weird Gristedes Sign

I walked into Gristedes to find this sign on the door and then again inside near the stacks of baskets. Although the phrase is virtually owned by Seth Myers and Amy Poehler, “Really, Gristedes?” How many ways can you apologize for a typographical error by replacing it with a grammattical one? Were masses of peach and strawberry loving customers complaining about the sign? How bad is the error? “Three strawberries for $wehatepuppies”?

Idea: just change the original peaches and strawberries sign. We wouldn’t have known.

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New York Photographic Memories

Lonely Snowy New York Street, originally uploaded by marc.cappelletti.

I was going through my iPhone this morning and found this shot from the last snow storm we had. Something about it just spoke to me, and not because I liked the shot, but because I had forgotten that I even took it. So many times our memories betray us. Sometimes by skewing the facts, other times by cutting out altogether. Photography is one of the only tools we have to capture our memories as they were, and then have the ability to tweak them ever so slightly. Or, as it is not a black and white world, adjust them in a more profound way, to layer on another dimension of feeling to the memory.

Go through your phone and computer often and revisit photos, your visual journals. You may find memories you never thought you had. And that’s a good way to spend a gloomy Saturday in the city, any city..

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Take a picture

No particular reason, just because.

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Rugs here, get your New York rugs here!

Something about this rug made me feel like I was standing in Manhattan’s living room, and instead of sitting down to be entertained by a television, I only had to observe my surroundings.

(Another iPhone photo, by the way. I’m really starting to think it’s the best camera I own because I always have it with me.)

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We’re not kosher. Seriously, guys. We’re NOT kosher!

I noticed a sign on the door of Chickpea on 23rd and Lexington and couldn’t help but wonder why it was that important to display a “non kosher” status. I’m a pisher when it comes to kosher diets, but it seems that unless you say you are kosher certified, most would assume that you are not.  Intrigued, I decided to research the Chickpea chain and their history with kosher oversight. The result is a saga so long and winding it needed three whole paragraphs to detail.

In January, 2009, the kosher food blog and online community thanksaglatt.com cheered Chickpea for becoming kosher again. Again?  Even though the blog showed excitement for the new status (there was an exclamation point in the article title) the last sentence gives Chickpea two weeks until they convert back to just another gentile joint. It was clear — the kosher chaos had been blessed long before.

The discussion board of Chowhound.com is riddled with Chickpea posts dating back to 2007. One visitor writes:

“Was Chickpea (the one at Astor Place) ever kosher? I thought it used to be, but when I went by there the other day there was no hashgacha…”

The real kicker comes from the home page of Koshertopia, announcing Chickpea’s new kosher certification.  The problem?  There’s no article date!  It’s on the home page so one would assume it’s new. The title even says “NEW”. Unfortunately, without knowing for certain the last time Koshertopia was updated I’m afraid I’m left wondering.  Was there some sort of shemozzle?  No matter, it doesn’t feel right.  The next time I’m out for something to nosh on, kosher or otherwise, I think I’ll choose a place more consistently focused on the needs of its customers and quality of the food.

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Worst Make-out Spot in New York City

If you can make out here, you can make out anywhere!  Yes, just south of Central Park I spied this couple making out while a costumed Batman and Superman (I guess they’re always costumed) pirouetted and sashayed in front of the Plaza Hotel on 5th Avenue. They flapped their arms and pranced and leaped around the couple Swan Lake style. A true image of beauty.

Holy Make-Out Batman!

Holy Make-Out Batman!

Isn't it romantic...?

Isn't it romantic...?

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Call Crazy New York City Landlord!

If you’re looking to open a store in New York City somewhere near Third Street and Second Avenue you might want to call this number. Or maybe not.

Do you really want to call?

Do you really want to call?

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Ticketmaster Security Phrases = Hipster Band Name Generator

Massive additional charges, long waits and incurably frustrating customer service.

Now, Ticketmaster can be known for something different — potential band name generation.  To block spammers from screwing with their system Ticketmaster, like many other websites, has instituted a phrase box. Squiggly words pop up and you have to type them in to prove you’re a unique user and not an algorithmic spammer.

As I tried to purchase Bruce Springsteen at Giants Stadium tickets today I noticed that my security phrase had a ring to it. 1,000 Grasps. Kind of catchy, right? — a name for a band you’d expect to find playing at 1 am at an East Village underground bar. Something edgy. Something inspirational. Lots of bass.

The online wait for tickets said 15 minutes, so I clicked off and tried again. (This is NOT the recommended way to use Ticketmaster online). In my following attempts to buy tickets I was greeted with such gems as Wrote Patton, Rashers Current, Loving Cherubic and Months Pi.

My favorite, Mongers Aria, I imagined as a group of cheese and fish vendors inspired by Andrea Boccelli.  Party’s Clerks would be a simple but energetic band — three chords, a bouncy stage show, thin ties and under-sized blazers. Then there was Yuletide Law, presumably on the bill to represent the seasonal rock crowd. The last phrase/hipster band name to pop up before I realized I was waisting my lunch (and my life) away was Call Crete, a band I’m sure will soon dominate the Greek college scene.

Thank you Ticketmaster. I don’t have my Springsteen tickets, but if I ever form a hipster band I know where to go for our name.

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Time Out New York Makes a Great Spy

Time Out New York picked an interesting and fashionable subject for their I, New York public eye page. (Sounds close to I Spy NYC, huh? We need to link up.)  Not only does Janean make for a good subject, we used to work together and she’s an all around good person. If anyone in NY is looking for a painter and artistic perspective on city buildings, look up Janean.

Time Out New York Spies a Friend

Time Out New York Spies a Friend

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West Side Supermarket Speaks With Sushi

D’agostino Supermarket at 666 Greenwich St.in New York City’s West Village displays a robust assortment of prepackaged and deli-style goods. Their staff is as friendly as it gets, always speaking to me about new specials, the day’s weather and one worker’s obsession with CSI and David Carouso.  “Ooooh boy!” she says. “Dat David Carooooso eez faeeyn!”

But the past two days I noticed that the staff of D’agostino was speaking to me not only about their products but through their products — sushi in particular.

Good Luck sushi!

Good Luck sushi!

Monday’s sushi message was “Nice week.”  Today’s, as you can see, is “Good luck.”  Subtle niceties like these from the D’agostino staff, particularly the tiny Asian woman who hand rolls the sushi everyday, are more than welcome.  They remind me that sometimes, with all the stress of this world, we just have to stop what we’re doing, take a breath, look to our food, and read the messages written in spicy sauce. 

What’s next in the sushi wheel of fortune? What other 8-letter combinations can I expect?  Maybe tomorrow’s will say I love you. Perhaps Friday’s will say Party on!, including the exclamaition point.  What if she starts dropping me hints?  Wet floor.  And God forbid I buy my spicy tuna six pack only to see Dog meats written on top. What happens then?

If anyone has comments on this or has seen messages written in food in other locations throughout the city let me know, I’ll check it out or add it as a post.  And in the words of yesterday’s Spicy Tuna Roll, have a “Nice week.”

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Creative Weather in NYC

Tired of the persistent rain in the Northeast?  So am I.  And apparently so is the New York 4 weather team because this week’s forecast doesn’t include one mention of rain. Will it rain? Heck yeah.  They’ve just stopped using the word.

Mon – Quite Damp

Tue – Still moist

Wed – Drying Out

Thu – Showers Return

Fri – A little Milder

Sat – Late Day Drops

Sun – Mixed Sky

This is the actual week-long forecast from this morning (5/3/09). Each corresponding photo (except for Wed) – whether it is “still moist” or we’ll see “late day drops” – still looks like rain to me.

Way to go NY4 — you are the most creative weather team on the air!

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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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