stereotyping

Manhattan is pretty damn great and living here is a lot about letting go of the stereotypes you see of the typical New Yorker in the movies. The reality is the melting pot. Most people on this little island are either from somewhere else or live out of town giving the whole place a strange transitory quality.

And then just as I was musing about how different New Yorkers are that the people you see in the movies, I saw a middle aged guy pull his car over in front of my building, get out of it and scream into it in his thick Brooklyn accent 'Yer a feckking aaaaashole ya fat fack. And i'll tell you fackin what. Don't facking call me on this number. DO NOT facking call me you facking fuckface.' Sometimes, I suppose, things are just what they seem.

manhattanism of the day

At the Running Center near my new shoebox on the well-to-do Upper West there is a listing for a MODA class. Feeling silly I wondered what MODA was. Obviously MODA stands for 'Michelle Obama Defined Arms'. I'm such a country bumpkin. I understand these sessions run around $20/hr.