New York Voyeur

Shayna moved her blog again. I blogrolled her immediately–though the big T (technorati) didn’t pick it up, and I didn’t take out all her other blogs for I adore Shayna and the more Shayna the better. She imported the “Eugene” stories and they’re great.
Here’s a vocabulary test that can be very addictive. For each correct answer you donate a grain of rice to the UN. I had to stop before I spent all day doing it.
I know I find humor in the most stupid things but here are many many Google entries on “pour on the upper west side I don’t live on the pour floor. Though I live in the poor wing–the west wing is pricier.
Every two weeks I go out to breakfast or lunch with my favorite person, me. I would do it more often but forget how exciting lunch out with me can be.

Two weeks ago I was leaving Popover’s when I spotted an unusually handsome man, 60something a bit too much work but:
“When I was conducting Anthony Newley”
I think I know who I saw but I’m not really a celeb spotter. When I lived on East 63rd off Fifth I must have passed 100 famous people a day at least Used to say I could run into Woody Allen at a phone booth and not recognize him. Now of course neither of us would deem to use a phone booth even if our phones weren’t working–germs. Did recognize the diva of diva’s the horrible Diana Ross and the wondrous Jackie O.

Today I was having lunch at Fairway’s cafe. It’s a breath of sanity in an insane place. I wasn’t really listening to the conversation in the table behind me:
I don’t see how I can brand myself
You have the name
I don’t see it.
To many people Gael Green is more important than Martha Stewart.

I wanted to jump up and down. I wanted to say that I would make a donation to Meals on Wheels, her cause, if she would call my sister. Green isn’t just a great writer but somebody who helped define modern cuisine. To call her a foodie, a term I abhor, would be like calling Martha, a cook. I like Martha Stewart but Gael Green I love. I was in an awkward position, the next table up, and couldn’t get a great look at her but I think I know why she probably still does well under sheets.

This didn’t at all equal the first time I met Caroline Kennedy–when after being introduced to her, and she left the event, I ran out to call my mother, but….

I comforted myself by thinking that I will be back in New York often, not have constant responsibilities here, and will be able to finally celebrity watch.

My apartment should be on the market in two and a half weeks. Watch out New York, I’m selling.

I’m taking the time to make it triple mint as I was grossed out by apartments, and their owners, who didn’t make an effort when I bought. It is and isn’t for extra money. It’s pride in ownership. As the people working on it can only work in early morning and evening, it’s taking that long. Otherwise it would be ready by the end of the week.

The Times had an article on steep declines in housing sales. The New York City area declined 0.3% one month and 0.7% another month. Which is a polite way of saying that it’s declined by a percent. They didn’t separate out Manhattan. Hopefully….

My sister just called and said I missed the opportunity of a lifetime to say to Gael Green “yes, you appeal to me more than Martha,” as I jumped up and down. My sister’s sure I just missed my chance to have a book published. Love my family, I do.

Just let me enjoy, overhearing conversations while not being in people’s faces. Maybe I should have been. Maybe my entire problem is that I don’t take advantage of connections or run to make new ones. I have soap star friends. I know the last thing in the world they want is privacy. Yet I persist in a myth of my own making that people want privacy.

Maybe this was a private conversation that shouldn’t be blogged about. Then don’t talk in restaurants where the tables are almost on top of each other.