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The incident on the way to Buddhist Class - NaBloPoMo Day 6

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The three jewels of Refuge . I enjoyed learning about this! I decided to take a three-part class after work called "Taking Refuge" that was billed as helping to find peace in a crazy world. It's at a Buddhist center. As with most of my calendar-related decisions, I RSVP'ed yes because: 1) I can walk there. 2) It's at a convenient time. A minor consideration is often "did I actually read the whole description thoroughly." (see prior Day 2 post ). Apparently I thrive on not quite knowing what's going on. So I go trucking uptown to make it in time for the first class, and turn on the cross street. This is in that weird no man's land between midtown and Chelsea. I pass a couple of those handbag stores selling, you know Pradda and Louis Vuittin. They're closed with the metal security doors down because it's after hours and dark. I pass a closed lunch place and a bunch of old dark office buildings and sign for a pottery studio on the 8th floor ...

The thanks i get for picking up my mom and dad from Newark airport - NaBloPoMo Day 5

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 I wondered why she was not responding to my texts.

Attempting to touch grass proves the opposite of calming - NaBloPoMo Day 4

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So right it’s true my knickers were in a twist about something at work. A remote colleague advised me over Zoom that maybe it would be good to go out and "touch grass." She said it's a really great way to get grounded and set one's knickers aright.  Fine! I had limited time before my next annoying meeting, but I set out down the street. This is not grass. It's also covered by netting so hard to touch. This is grass, although the ornamental kind. If I'm not standing on the grass, but lean over and take a swat at it, does this count for grounding purposes? I am way too lazy to go up on the highline, even though I recall there being some grass up there. But i forget exactly where. There is grass on that pier over there, but it is far away and also suspended above the river. If I touch grass that is not planted in actual ground that is connected to the earth... idk. This feels incorrect. And I am not in the right pants for a quarter mile sprint.  More grass in a r...

How you can tell the temperature is extremely suboptimal. NaBloPoMo Day 3

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PLEASE DO NOT TOUCH THE THERMOSTAT Yeah, when you need a sign because everyone really really wants to touch the thermostat.

The mysterious conference in New York City - NaBloPoMo Day 2

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 So look, first of all, this new building is wild: In case you were wondering, I did not take this photo. I also did not take this photo. I took this photo. It's a very imposing entrance. I got invited to this conference. It was to be held at the JPM building where they have a Dry Bar stall with lots of hair products and fancy curling irons in almost all the rest rooms so yeah. Of course I decided to go, I did not even read the entire email.... as I tend not to when invited to something I literally could walk to from my apartment.  I mean, if the event sucks I could grab a snack and just go home, you see what I mean? Not bothering with all the fine print is called time management. So right, the email confirmation said I was invited to "Day 2." I figured there was a "Day 1" that was separate and which I was not invited to. Some VIP something or other. Fine, whatever. I only figured out when to show up because I got seven "you're coming right?" follo...

National Blog Posting Month - otherwise known as - NoBloPoMo Day 1!

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Two years ago I thought I was the only one left in the universe celebrating (not sure if that's the right word) NaBloPoMo. Frankly, you might have even convinced me I was the only maniac left still hammering away at a web log. (And if I just confused you with the "web log" lingo, I might have also thought it possible I'm the last one standing who still remembers explaining in the early aughts about this newfangled "blog" thing and how it was just "web" and "log" jammed together.) But then last year, feeling lonely and bereft, I googled "NaBloPoMo." And I found San's web log -- available with a wireless and/or ethernet internet hookup at   https://theinbetweenismine.com/nablopomo /.  San has daisy chained together a few dozen bloggers still pounding away out here with me in the world wide web. Chugging along the information superhighway as it were, getting passed on all sides by god knows what social media content creator inf...

The Incident at Soho Playhouse featuring Jim Rash (on a sign)

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  How it started... How it went: My bookclub made plans for dinner and a show. Specifically, a fancy dinner at Palma juxtaposed by one of those "work in progress" kinds of shows with $12 tickets.  The show in question was a one-woman performance and while it had a few hitches in its giddyup, the youth of today know how to put it all out there. It's not like back in my time when most of the not-quite-ready-for-primetime one acts were held together with like earnesty, goth vibes and dental floss. Three points for the internet and streaming video, I guess. So this show is the early show and it's over at 8:30. Upon exit, Casey notices the sign for a performance featuring Jim Rash (from the Way Way Back movie).  See photo above. You can see how one might presume that the Jim Rash performance is at 9pm and also be clear on where to line up. Casey is all in for a theatrical double header and she zips back inside and asks the young woman purveyor in the ticket window if seats...