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Well, yesterday evening I was on my way home, and took the 6 train uptown to Astor Place. It was only a few stops, and as I left the train, I saw a guy—didn't make eye contact—just aimed himself into the doorway of the train and shouldered me aside. (People! There wasn't a crowd, there wasn't a bottleneck; what's the rush?)

Waiting area at Beth Israel ER

Because he had pushed me and I was off-balance, my left—leading—foot went into the gap between the platform and the train. I screamed, loud; in a situation like that, I want people to know there's a crisis. (I want the conductor to know he can't pull out of the station yet, either.) So a few people pulled me to safety—thank you! I staggered over to a bench and sat. A [different] guy had stayed behind, and asked if I was all right. I really was; I really felt all right, and also, I felt embarrassed. I always feel embarrassed when I fall. So I told him I was okay.

I called home and told Richard what had happened, then set off for the M8 crosstown bus. (I had no money on me, or I might have taken a cab. Probably.) My foot and knee were hurting by now, and I decided to take myself to the ER, which wasn't far. I was really lurching along, so if there was a break, I might as well know it and take appropriate action. I transferred to the M15 up First Avenue, and it let me off at 14th street; I lurched the two blocks to the Linsky Pavilion of Beth Israel Medical Center at 1st and 16th, and then had to turn the corner to the ER.

Nice thing about a holiday weekend; there are a lot fewer people around. [See my first-ever post on LJ.] Triage was a breeze, and I went to wait in a little cubicle, and started to make a post, when I was interrupted by a nurse. She needed to see my wristband; I showed her. I had to use the bathroom, so they gave me a pair of yellow size XL socks with non-skid patterns on top and bottom.

(I lost my draft of the LJ post; fuck you, LiveJournal. To tell you the truth, I hate writing posts on my phone anyway.)

The adrenaline! I'm hung-over from the adrenaline; glad today wasn't a day I had to get up early. I'm walking with a cane, because all they gave me was an Ace bandage and a scrip for some ibuprofen. (Fuck you, Beth Israel.) But nothing was broken; I was in worse pain earlier today, and I got through it. Officially speaking, I was discharged with a contusion, and that makes sense. I hate having to do 100 stairs up and down just to get home or leave home. Perversely, they gave me a referral for follow-up to a doctor across town on 23rd street and 7th avenue, so I guess I'm not going to bother with that; I'll do what I did for my other knee: ghetto physical therapy.

And I hate sleeping in my loft bed when I'm so compromised; it feels awkward amd dangerous to be four feet off the ground. (I've always hated my loft bed, but I hate it more when I have trouble getting in and out of it.)

Tomorrow is another day. (I was afraid of that!)
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Friday evening I went over to @WORDbookstores in Greenpoint, Brooklyn and met [personal profile] theferrett for his booksigning party. True to his word, he brought Dunkin' Donuts and wine.

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Ferrett, it turned out, is a real person. He wore his Borsalino hat and Italian suit; I had to see his nails, and wasn't disappointed. Naturally, I also bought a copy of FLEX, so I could have him sign it. (When I got home later, we bought the Kindle edition, which is better for toting around.)

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I am remiss in not having photographed Gini, Ferrett's wife, who was along for the book tour. She is a lovely person. I hope they come back to promote the sequel, but regardless I'm sure I'll buy it.

(These thumbnails open out, people! Click, click, click!)
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I swear, nothing can make people go to the grocery store to buy bread and milk like a little snow!

It's insane; the weather is bitter, and they're shutting down the public transportation system at 11 PM tonight.

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(Captions and comments to follow; I have a bus to catch!)
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Here's Clayton Patterson's version of New York City's new spokesperson's ode to her new home. Note that most or all of the inserted footage was shot by Clayton, including that of the 1988 Tompkins Square Park Riot.
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Yesterday (Sunday) there were a few downpours, and I got soaked in one:

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Eighth street and Sixth avenue, in case you're wondering;
the imposing building in the background of picture 3 is One Christopher street

I ducked into a niche [doorway with locked door] in the building where I was waiting for the bus, but it was too shallow. Fortunately my pack is waterproof—got to test that theory yesterday—and the piece of [vegan] blackout cake I was transporting home made it safely. (Half last night, half for breakfast.)

Before the rain, there was this:

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10th street and Avenue B

Of course, if I'd realized it was going to rain, I would have worn rain gear—Gore-Tex® hat, slicker, Sneads Ferry SneakersSneads Ferry Sneakers, but alas. No real harm done, and this was the only time this summer I got caught in the rain. Went home and dried off; no harm done.
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Well, Sunday was a helluva day; it was Go Topless Day, a worldwide event. Go Topless Day is observed on whichever Sunday falls closest to Women's Equality Day, which is August 26th. (It's awfully good that it's in summer, and not winter! Brrrr!)

Women in New York City are allowed to go topless in public, but there are still many communities that prohibit the showing of [gasp!] female breasts.

In a truly free society, these pictures would be safe for work )

In other news, Saturday was the last day for C'est Magnifique on 9th street. After over 40 years, they had been rent-hiked out of their storefront on MacDougal street, and set up shop here on 9th street a couple of years ago. Sadly, business just wasn't enough to support the rent at this location.

This was a family-based jewelry store (since 1959!,) and Alfred was the third generation. That in itself is tragic; I hate to see these longtime family businesses dissolved, and it's happening more and more frequently.


Fortunately, Alfred will continue running his business over the web as Sterling Assault. The site is under construction, but we can look forward to "something quite cool." I wish him all the best, and I'm sure I'll continue to be a customer.
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I had to post this; New York is full of critters with chutzpah. I love this rat, to tell you the truth.
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Steps with chalked epitaph

"March 25, 1911 • We Remember • A 17-Year-Old Girl Named Sonia Wissotsky Lived Here

"She Died 3/25/11 In The Triangle Shirtwaist Factory Fire"

This sign was part of the CHALK project, an annual remembrance of the fire. This year marks the 10th year of CHALK. There are several sites that showcase CHALK, including this one that highlights the centennial in 2011. That year there was a procession down to City Hall, attended by most of the city's unions, including 802, the Musicians Local.

The fire was a totally preventable tragedy; the women were made to work overtime that day, and the doors were bolted to prevent any of them leaving the factory. As a result, many jumped out windows to their deaths on the cobbles below.

This tragedy resulted in many preventable deaths, and consequently legislation was passed to ensure that this would never happen again.
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This video has already been featured many places, so I'm just following the herd; my only comment is that I never see this many $hitibikes docked in one docking station anymore; they're that popular.
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I almost forgot about the Nostalgia Train; every December, the MTA runs some of its vintage 1940s and 1950s trains. (Of course, the trains actually ran from the 30s until the 70s.) Some of the cars have incandescent lights and ceiling fans, and most of them have improbable wicker seats.






There was a swing dance party happening in the 2nd Avenue station; couples were cutting a rug accompanied by dance bands according to this schedule, and this couple was waiting for the Avenue A bus to take them down to the Delancey/Essex station to greet the train:







Funny how the human mind works, because I had just been thinking about this train but forgotten when it was going to run again. Just goes to show you, New Yorkers don't need much of an excuse to turn anything into a party!

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I went down to Wall Street today and was gratified to find the same community thriving in Liberty Plaza / Zuccotti Square that has been for over a week.

"Mic check…mic check…mic check"



My kind of protest!

(The woman I say hi to near the end of the video is Thea, a neighbor of mine in the hood.)
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