Showing posts with label New York City. Show all posts
Showing posts with label New York City. Show all posts
June 02, 2014
New York State of Mind
By Crabby McSlacker
So I just got back from a few days in New York City, a lucky tag-along on one of the Lobster's business trips.
And, as usual when I travel, I brought my phone and took random crappy pictures with it, lucky readers!
However, you may all be all relieved to know that my cell phone contract is up in a few days, thus enabling the purchase of a new device. We will soon find out if the blurry/cloudy/dim/grainy issues will improve with a technological upgrade, or if a new phone will only confirm that it's the doof behind the camera who needs the upgrade.
Also, sorry, this was going to be our monthly community goal-setting/support/check-in post, but I'm delaying that a few days because we've got a very cool giveaway coming that I want to pair with it, so I'm hoping you guys will stay tuned for that.
Meanwhile, please bear with me as I dump the random contents of my phone and brain collected while I was out roaming around in a New York State of Mind.
October 28, 2013
Bright Lights, Big City
[Times Square Photo: Francisco Diez]
It's funny, Times Square has to be one of my least favorite New York 'hoods, but I love the way this photo captures the sense of being in certain parts of New York City.
The energy! The ambition! The excitement! The cheerfully wasteful excess as bazillions of kilowatts are unleashed solely to promote mindless consumerism!
Though I'm sorry, if you are a certain age, this location may have tripped a few rusty switches in the memory banks. Massive apologies if I have subjected you to Eva Gabor and Eddie Albert debating country versus city living in one of the most annoying tv theme songs earworms ever. Or is it just me who can't see "Times Square" without hearing:
"The Chores!"
"The Stores!"
"Fresh Air!"
"Times Square!" ?
(Which then leads to the worst couplet of all:
"You are my wife..."
"Goodbye, city life!"
...but we'll save that rant for another time).
Eva Gabor: Not Exactly a Feminist Icon
Anyway, so what does New York City have to do with health and fitness?
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