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I don’t understand why categories show when I haven’t clicked them. “Impeach Bush’s” a bit old. “Impeach Cheney for occupying space” would make sense. I don’t mean this post to be a poor me one. My life is great. I would like it to be the best it could be. I do feel I deprived myself of much pleasure but my life has been sybaritic enough. I have excelled in the family, friends, actually be at work areas. Sometimes i was great at job hunting. Sometimes I was horrible at it.
I know what it’s like to be in love and I know what it’s like to crave solitude. I regret not staying in one relationship never written about here–never talked about, I never gave him a name on these pages but I didn’t stay. I wish I could turn back the clock and be turning 40. I wish my father hadn’t died eight months later. I wish my mother hadn’t become blind and our once simple relationship became difficult. That’s an awful lot to wish for.
Truly I wish my life remains on the sometimes even wonderful keel I seem to have been getting to.
*I believe that’s from Rhoda–Mary Richard’s (Mary Tyler Moore) Bff. Of course she meant that as in “look out, I’m taking over.” I mean it in “get out your HAZAMAT suits.”
I will be back in a week having seen family, friends and the friends of the Miracle of Facebook or childhood friends I still think about and remember with love. § Read the rest of this entry…
This is for this weeks 3WW Totally forgot to put it in! Me bad
I always start the story of Jeffrey and me with the day we met. That sounds normal until I remember I never start at the beginning. But that was one of the ten most incredible days of my life–and 50% of it happened before we met.
The allure of May 20, 1979 is simple. It was an incredibly beautiful day in the city everybody loved to hate. New York was supposed to be dangerous . I was out at all hours everywhere and my wallet was stolen once. I had just cashed my paycheck and everybody in my office pitched in to replace it. I couldn’t imagine living anywhere else though I dreamed of a beach house.
I walked from my apartment at 5 East 63rd Street, one of the best addresses in New York though the building itself had and would see better days to Folk City, the club that Marilyn, Robbie and Joe were soon to buy. Folk City was on 3rd Street near 6th Avenue then. It was dark and tobacco stained. With a bar filled with talking people. Peggy the lesbian bartender who married a man gave certain friends of the house triples, though Robbie refuses to believe that. I could hold my liquor. But never there. The Roches didn’t write “Face down at Folk City“(read the lyrics. First time I heard the song I cried from joy) because girls were sober.*
It’s easy to say Marilyn, Robbie, Joe and I are old friends. Truth, the unvarnished truth is always simpler or more complicated. When we were very young Robbie and I had been briefly married. We weren’t meant to be spouses. I had run to Europe to start my life over in 1971. I came home not because I missed him though I suppose I did but because I had a premonition a healthy friend would die. Together we couldn’t figure out how to warn him and JohnnyB died as I became engaged against my better judgement and married a few months later.
By 1979 we were long divorced and had become friends. I wanted Robbie to marry Marilyn; and I wanted to fall in love. It’s hard for many people to understand that I wished them every happiness. I liked, and like, them. Marilyn was perfect for Robbie in ways that I’m not. The once overbearing love I had felt for him had long ago turned to love for a friend. I’m human; I wanted what I saw they had. And I saw it before many other people. If I’m devoting too much time to this, I want it out of the way. It’s only important to the story because it took place in Folk City and Robbie played a part in Jeffrey and I meeting. It’s not even absurdest or ironic humor but truly funny.
Be careful what you wish for had been my motto since I began college eleven years earlier. I should have remembered it as I walked through the various districts Manhattan had then. The sky was a vivid blue; a perfect blue. It was hot but not humid. I was wearing new jeans and stopped at Macy’s to buy some Willie Smith clothes. I didn’t yet know why I went out of my way to buy clothes but they would play a part in the story also.
Then I walked through the flower district so gay in every sense. From his perch on a human’s shoulder, a parrot asked if I was happy and did I desire sex. Yes, I thought, but not with you. I was happy though had you asked me I would have analyzed the thought to death. I tended to over-analyze every facet of my life.
Was it Lucinda William’s debut at Folk City? I’m not sure though I have post upon post, unpublished article upon article about that day; the last truly uncomplicated day of my life.
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*In the 90’s I saw the Roches perform at Steven Talkhouse in South Beach. They asked how many people in the audience had been in Folk City’s basement–kind of infamous. I didn’t raise my hand but almost everybody else in the audience did. The people I was with looked at me as if I were crazy, but I didn’t want to be part of a pretend party.
I nominate my BFF, Lucia, for VP. She’s a hockey, uh, soccer, uh goth single mom.
One of three children of hardworking parents originally from Puerto Rico, who have gotten their reward in heaven we know, Lucia’s brother Eddie is a successful businessman. He’s blond as were two of his four wives. So he has all these adorable blond children plus adorable dark haired children from his two Italian-American wives.
Lucia’s sister, my good friend and landlady in North Myrtle, CLo is married to W who happens to be WASP. One of his sons is a civilian employee for the CIA (linguist). His other son is equally dorky but has adorable children. One has Aspergers–or so CLo thinks.
In CLo we have a true bonus, Her first husband was African American. Thus her two children have African American spouses and children. CLo was that American ideal; a mother by nineteen. Unfortunately she’s intellectually astute but that’s tempered by her love of body work. CLo believes in helping the American economy by spending as much money as possible. W, a founder of a large home supply company. is COO of a huge sports supply company. He’s on a mission to supply hockey equipment to every American, for a decent price of course.
Lucia, herself, epitomizes the American ideal. She was a girl contractor when it was a boy business so she can slug back a si_ pack like nobody you have ever seen. She’s an engineering consultant now so gosh darn it she can help e_pedite a bridge to nowhere.
Lucia swears she’ll get her reward before heaven cos….LucianaMae, the seventeen year old chippette off the old block and high school grad doing a gap year refuses to let Joey her boyfriend impregnate her. She’s said some gosh awful things about not wanting to have a child until after she’s finished grad school and worked a few years. Her plans might or might include Joey the very faithful boyfriend who follows her like a moose to icecaps. Lucia tells the chippette that God has room in his heart for all beings, and darn it, she wants a grandchild to raise spoil.
However LucianaMae’s father George has a few kids who seem to be walking on the wild side so there’s hope!!!! Gianna is nine, Nicole and Nick are ten. Their mother, Nina, a teacher , who invented that award winning course, “Global Warming: God loves to keep you warm and close to his heart” was attacked by a student and is in a vegetative state. She will get such a great reward when God sees fit to call her to heaven. No, we’re not stopping the feedings or liquid intakes. She’s as alive to us as when she was conscious.
Lucia is helping George raise the children. She finds time to visit Nina daily.
Lucia really really deserves to be VP. Though she has the misfortune of being an East Coaster, she’s a real American who encourages all the children to play hockey and soccer
I’m Lucia’s campaign manager. We’re not sure who she is running with or what the issues are but golly gee that’s half the fun. We can learn everything in just a month!!!
When there are things to be done we role up our sleeves and get the job finished. No looking back at pesky mistakes. The future is ours!!!!
America has been made by risk takers who dare not to think of yesterday but to think of the new e_citing future when everybody will be equal as everybody will have much less than most had.
Lucia’s large multi rainbow family runs onto stage. All e_cept LucianaMae who looks sullen and embarrassed rush to Lucia to kiss and hug her. I continue
The Gonzalez family e_amplify American values at its best. This is a rare single year for Lucia who believes in marriage, e_tended family, and solving problems as they happen within the family unit. And by gosh any friend soon becomes a family member.
Unfortunately non of the family will be available for interviews. Between you and me, you just never know what those wacky funny Gonzalez’s will say. We like our family to be shown–and probably we’ll let them speak after the lobotomy.
Why e_cuse me. I have just finished my third si_th pack since this morning.
American ingenuity and gumption will solve all problems.
*********I haven’t done satire in many a moon so please be gentle. On the moving front I finished everything but the change of address Apparently you can’t do it on the Internet if you’re having your mail sent to a UPS store. Who knew? As I’m used to doormen I like the UPS store cause you can rent a mail bo_ for fourteen dollars a month, and if you sign up for a year two months are free!!!! They receive packages for you and you know you’re accepted in town when the owner stops giving you strange looks and start telling you jokes.
This is my second to last Friday as a resident of this building!
Alaskan women reject Sarah Palin. (Thanks Panthergirl–I have since gotten it in numerous emails) Read about and then think about this:
After the cascade of financial failures and rescues in the last two weeks, what is easy to forget is how just recently the presidential election seemed to be turning on Mr. McCain’s choice of Gov. Sarah Palin of Alaska as his vice presidential running mate, shaking up the election dynamic to elevate cultural issues and personalities alongside the economy as the focal points for the campaign. Mr. McCain’s campaign manager had even said that “this election is not about issues†and that voters’ views about the candidates would be crucial to the outcome.
Palin spends a lot of time deriding “community organizers.” Community organizers stopped redlining, or banks not lending money to people in specfic neighborhood (before they would lend to anybody.)
Community organizers teach people how to make and successfully live in a neighborhood. Community organizing is a multi-discipline field that calls for e_pertise in many different and sometimes opposing areas.
It seems to me that an organizer would have every skill–from economic to people–needed by a president.
My undergrad major was Urban Studies. It also could have been called Urban Economics as everything came back to finances.
But to be a successful organizer you have to know how to speak to people. How to make them trust you. How to give them the tools to enrich their own lives and as the term goes “own” both their problems and their good points
I don’t think the Democrats have spent enough time talking about this. Community organizers have aways been around. They just haven’t always been called that.
When I was a little girl I was proud that my father started the first credit union in coops (not for profits ones). I was only proud because people were constantly telling me how much the credit union helped them and it was because of my father….
Later when he was the accountant for Theater Development Fund (TDF) mostly known for its half price tickets booths, he began something I think much more important– affordable group health insurance for people in the arts.
I know many many people who didn’t know my father or his name who used TDF’s health insurance.
I can’t help but believe that the four greatest problems facing the USA today are healing our nation’s wounded spirit; the economy; the Supreme Court; and making health care accessible and affordable for all.
Somehow I don’t think McCain and Palin have the knowledge, insight, instinct and guts to address these issues. Aside from making the Supreme Court even less respected by the world than it is now by appointing justices who would overturn Roe V Wade, and continue to turn The First and Fourth Amendments around.
I believe that Obama and Biden would make every American who loves and respects The Constitution proud.
And Sarah, “under God” wasn’t good enough for The Founding Fathers. They kept it out of the Pledge of Allegiance on purpose. It wasn’t put it until the 1950’s—Joe McCarthy time.
Sarah I realize you weren’t born yet and anything before 1964 is unnecessary history, but somehow I think being grounded in American history is necessary for any legislator. Even a part time governor.
My bff Lucia and I saw Jersey Boys
A new type of Broadway show that brought me some faith in Broadway. I don’t generally like it or even Off-Broadway anymore. As both are very pricey I can be picky But that’s a whole other post
She wanted to leave when she was 40 in 91 but her father died suddenly and her mother was needy.
Her office on Jerome Avenue in The Bron_ had graffiti all over the windows No matter how often it was taken off it would be back the ne_t day. The strange thing was she found The Bron_ a relief from Manhattan. She knew chop shops were all over Jerome, and she was never more than a few minutes from crack and drive by shootings, but her office was a DMZ. When she would walk the streets, men would come out of the buildings “Ms. Savage, that’s Ms. Savage. She cool.”
Generally she hated that type of attention. The roar of the construction worker, whistle of the Con Ed worker, but there was something almost innocent, something refreshing, in these boys.
She trusted them to keep her out of death’s door. She wouldn’t trust them for anything else and they knew it. Though she smiled and laughed more easily than the other white women she worked with, there was a certain coolness about her. A sort of “don’t fuck with me, mother fuckers,” resonated from her cream turned gold in summer skin
Though she lived in what was then the richest zip code in the city, probably the country, she would count the Olde English malt liquor bottles strewn on the sidewalks as she practically tripped over homeless people sleeping and would make her e-cuses.
That spring or summer a subway motorman went postal and killed a number of people Service on the East Side IRT was disrupted for months. The normal 20 minute ride took two hours.
She was the last legal tenant on her floor. On one side of her apartment the new landlord put $10 ho’s; on he other side small time drug dealers. She had five floods the landlords refused to do anything about and soon she had cockroaches coming from the ceiling. It was vile. It was gross. Call the city to complain and give her address, yeah really. She would hear ten minutes of laughter before they hung up. For years the city had ignored the lack of heat complaints also.
She could take not having heat. But cockroaches, mice and rats that ran from the fireplace once the new 63rd Street subway had opened, that was intolerable.
She could have waited to be bought out but she would probably be dead from something. She was only 40; the best dressed white woman at the Jerome Ave Social Security office where all the other Jews her age acted as if they were going to be eligible for SSI tomorrow.
Her laughter was infectious but half the time she felt it was the hysterical laughter of the soon to be legally insane. When her best friend would come to the office to meet her for lunch at the Paradise Coffee Shop, beloved by generations of native Bron_ites, all work would stop. All the guys wanted to meet her. Only later would they notice the wedding ring.
Claimants would ask for the “pretty well dressed” white girl. “Well dressed” she laughingly told her friends meant that if she were to wear plaid, and she wouldn’t, it would clash as a fashion statement. She was always shocked at how often “well dressed” was applied to her. She was just another city girl.
She moved to Riverdale, The Bron and the high point of her day was walking down the hills of Riverdale, over The Major Deegan and up the hills of Kingsbridge Heights and around The Reservoir that stunk of mold most days.
She wore silk short suits and would put on her pantyhose once she got to the office no later than 7:30 AM so she could do “undertime” or OT in the morning. Not because she wanted the money but otherwise the work would just pile up. She hated that job and didn’t yet realize if she was to remain in New York it was Manhattan she needed.
When the crack/drive by shooting years were safely over she moved back but never loved it as much as she had before the days of the $10 ho’s.
As others dreamed of the city she dreamed of escaping. It wasn’t Final Payments She didn’t live with her mother. Her mother didn’t stop her from doing things, but she couldn’t leave as long as her mother was living on her own. And her mother had no intention of ever giving into age and fraility.
Her mother died a month after 9/11 and it was so hard. She felt wounded and alone. First she couldn’t leave because of estate and patriotism reasons. Then there was another reason and still another.
Si_ years after her mother’s death she began to get her apartment ready. The closing is scheduled for midway between 9/11 and her mother’s death.
Every New Yorker has their 9/11 story. Hers isn’t that fascinating. She didn’t know anybody who died in the attacks but many who lived.
On Wednesday or Thursday she will walk down to the old Trade Center, walk further to the water ta_i to the new Ikea in Red Hook, Brooklyn and come back at night to look at the twin beacons of lights emenating from the site. Her best friend, daughter and some other friends went yesterday but she couldn’t go. They mainly talked about the ride and the food in the after event phone call. The beacons of light will always be meaningful
It’s been seven years. A missing person can be declared dead after seven years. Bankruptcies e_punged, debts cleared. Crimes e_cept for murder and rape are usually no longer prosecuted. Seven is the age of reason. Seven means so many many things, but most of all it means letting go.
She’s made up with the friends she fought with seven years ago, and hasn’t spoken to the false friends.
Her new future awaits not where she thought it would seventeen or even three years ago in Santa Monica or San Diego but in South Carolina.
She’s tired. Oh so tired. It took forever to sell her apartment and sometimes she think hers was the last one bedroom in Manhattan to sell for a half decent price. The doormen saga–she doesn’t want to go there.
She’s tired of people with their hands out. She’s tired of living in a city that’s so pricey and so crowded and people are defeated as living here is hard. Her neighbors are jealous–but there’s no longer a market for their apartments
She thought she suffered from a terminal case of bad timing but it turned out to be pretty darn good.
It took me a year of Sundays and weekdays to find this apartment. I never e_pected it to go up 300% in value in eleven years. I was lucky, and I saw many many toads on the road to the prince. Buying a house is scarier as I know the Upper West Side well and feel comfortable everywhere in Manhattan though I can live without the crowds and the prices so I will.
I’m looking for a patio house on the East side of 17 in North Myrtle Beach in specific hoods that I won’t say here. I know I will want to do the floors, bathrooms and kitchen over so I don’t want to pay much. I do have some specific houses in mind but new ones come o the market often. I did let the house of my dreams get away….but there’s always a new dream or house
I wrote a post last night when it was pouring that was pretty good but I deleted it. This isn’t a reconstruction but a reaction to what seem to be general feelings.
In a quick look at non political blogs that talked about Sarah Palin people say not to judge her based on her values. One even said she has good family values implying most of the rest of us don’t. I don’t think that’s what the blogger meant to say judging by other parts of the blog
The New York Times (a paper I will read on weekends forever or until my dotage) public editor was slightly defensive in his defense of the paper’s coverage of her. He did say the FBI hadn’t vetted her before the announcement. Actually only one person asked questions about her before the announcement
By choosing a running mate unknown to most of the nation, and doing so just before the Republican National Convention, John McCain made it inevitable that there would be a frantic media vetting. It turns out that Palin was for the Bridge to Nowhere before she was against it, that she sent e-mail complaining about a lack of disciplinary action against a state trooper who was going through a messy custody battle with her sister, and that she never made a decision as commander in chief of the Alaska National Guard, one of her qualifications cited by McCain
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There’s enough in that paragraph alone to wonder about her qualifications. I don’t care that Todd had a DUI over 20 years ago. I might care that he was a member of a separatist party. Yet if Norman Mailer and Jimmy Breslin’s plan for New York City to succeed from the state had taken off I might have joined it. That I was only eighteen wouldn’t have mattered in the long run and some people (well, me) remember Mailer not only for his brilliant writing but for his championing of a killer who killed again when Mailer got him out. That’s two things people could use against me before I even hit 20–there’s more but I’m not running for office and understand that we live in Google forever now.
The point is we live in an age when every little decision we make at every stage of our lives can both boomerang and come back to hit you in the face. Only the decision Sarah Palin made not to talk about her daughter Bristol’s pregnancy is neither in the past nor irrelevant to her future. It has everything to do with her “qualification” to be VP and probably President if McCain wins because just look at him.
I’m not Christian. This doesn’t mean that I don’t believe in “Christian values.” It does mean that Palin presented her daughter’s pregnancy in a way that was a slap in the face to everybody who has different beliefs than her. The public doesn’t have a right to know usually. This isn’t “usually.”
As an adoptee I might have liked to have heard her mention discussing adoption with Bristol. I would have liked to have known that her daughter knew about safe se_ because if Palin and McCain do win they will do everything in their power to stop that from being taught to teenagers and any study will show that abstinence only doesn’t work.
People keep telling us to “play nice.” Ask the Democrats who saw themselves portrayed on Recount how they felt as being portrayed as decent, honorable but inept people.
This coming week will be the seventh anniversary of 9/11. Maybe it wouldn’t have happened with Gore as president. For proof of that one only has to look at the 8/6 memo that Gore wouldn’t have slept on.
Bloggers were told during Katrina we couldn’t cast blame and help at the same time. We could and we did.
The USA is one giant mess. We all felt so good and became complacent as we believed that the radical right was a dead force. To have to live with the consequences of that belief is beyond my comprehension.
I and most”liberals” don’t care what kind of mother Sarah Palin is. That’s none of our business. It is our business to care that she’s trying to foist her values on us.
I’m not going to dredge out the original draft of The First Amendment again–the one that very distinctly spelled out that church and state shouldn’t meet. When people haughtily talk about how “under God” was good enough for the founding father’s they should remember that Madison and Jefferson cared more about separating God from government than anything else.
We can’t and won’t give Palin a free pass. We did that to Bush after 9/11 and suffered. If we say anything negative about Palin, we’re talking se_ism.
I have never defined myself as a feminist but I married young and kept my last name at a time when that entailed walking around with a marriage certificate for banks, apartments, even some hotels. The only male I have ever been dependent upon for money I called “daddy” and that kind of went with the job description.
I’m buying a free standing house and one of the reasons I think I’m so into this is because i am an economically empowered woman and owning a house represents the final challenge. One day, in the townhouse, I thought “what responsibility is missing here? Roofs,” and I realized that I could dial a roofer with the best of them. Though my nail tips (long story) keep me from doing anything nail related with the ease I once knew, I can be both the girliest woman and the most strident of feminists in one breath.
Don’t call me “se_ist” when my entire adult life has been about challenges.
Don’t think that the choice of Palin is going to go over well with moderates who were sitting on the fence or leaning toward McCain as too many of them have children. And they want their children to learn about responsible se_.
And if people weren’t around when abortion was illegal, it’s up to those of us who were around to tell them that many women chose to have illegal abortions in unsafe conditions. The daughter of close friends of my parents died of sepsis when I was fifteen. It’s something that stays with you for life. So needless. The parents were affluent, but the daughter felt she couldn’t confide in them. By that I mean the daughter could have gotten a safe abortion.
We can’t go back to those days. There is a very real possibility that if McCain and Palin win we will. I understand that many girls chose to be teenage mothers but in the world I come from that was not an option–just as abortion isn’t an option to Palin.
I believe that it’s up to the individual who is pregnant.
By saying talking about Bristol’s pregnancy is off limits we’re closing ourselves to a much needed debate. No not a debate–we have to keep abortion legal as girls and women will always have them.
We’re letting them win once again by being nice and we can’t be. The future of our country in every way is at stake.
Here’s the unrequited love of my life Frank Rich.
We still don’t know a lot about Palin except that she’s better at delivering a speech than McCain and that she defends her own pregnant daughter’s right to privacy even as she would have the government intrude to police the reproductive choices of all other women. Most of the rest of the biography supplied by her and the McCain camp is fiction
Fiction–in an era where everything can be vetted–fact checking is a life style, people look something up on the Internet and call it “research” Palin thinks she’s above the rest of us and can re-invent her life.
I went, not willingly but to support a friend, to the modern version of est the other night–actually the night Palin was giving her speech-and they said you can reinvent your life. I thought how wonderful to live in a world you make that has no basis in reality–reframe yes, see through different lenses, but reinvent? Apparently est and Palin have much in common.
Cooper this post is for you. I think Cooper the secret prognosticator should be the tagline of wonderlandornot, and once a week you should tell some aspect of somebody’s future. Or not.
It’s past time for all Americans who truly understand the Constitution to take a stand. We can’t give this country over to bigots who will do our deciding for us.
I was much moderate, but too much is at stake now, and I live in South Carolina most of the time where I don’t feel free to e_press my views. I will, I need time.
It’s not sex I’m against. It’s not acknowledging there are choices other than continuing a pregnancy–that’s very telling to me.
The Republicans haven’t played fair in eight years and America has suffered greatly for that. I remember reading that certain Democrats were upset at being portrayed as wimps in Recount. I thought they were honorable. Honorable doesn’t play anymore. I’m not condoning breaking laws, or violent protest. I am condoning fighting with words. I wish more than anything we could relive the past eight years. We can’t. Hurricane upon hurricane, nine whales found dead from Florida to North Carolina, China—this feels like a Stephen King novel.
Sarah Palin’s seventeen year old daughter, Bristol, is pregnant. It’s a good thing as Bristol will marry her boyfriend and have the love and support of her family.
My friends and family spend much time teaching their daughters that teenage sex isn’t good. It’s messy, kids usually aren’t really in love, and yes it can lead to consequences.
I’m not saying my friends are against sex but we have lost many friends to AIDS. We also know first hand what it’s like to have sex with boys we don’t love. We’re not expecting them to listen to us on the subject of sex completely. We are asking them to be responsible.
By doing what she’s doing Palin is undoing the teachings of many many American families. This is a perfect example of radical right teachings. Or not teaching, really.
I wouldn’t expect her to throw her daughter out but I might have expected her not to accept the nomination. She said she told McCain before the election.
What would have happened if Bristol contacted AIDS? Would Palin have gone public with that?
What does that make them? Hip? Renegades left from the summer of love? I can go on
Sex is always going to happen. But this isn’t a good message. And teenagers should, if they choose to have sex, always always use condoms.
I thought Sara Palin represented family values. Is this the kind of family value we want represented.
Caroline Kennedy on VP vetting. I have a friend who is going to vote for McCain because Hillary didn’t vote. She lost her job recently and is very much suffering the consequences of the past eight years but….
One very hot morning i saw a bus with the legend “God’s Country Tours,” on it. “That’s strange,” I thought, “I don’t know any groups called God’s Country.” Which would be a good name for one–but I had forgotten I was no longer living two blocks from The Beacon Theater where i see tour buses constantly. Rock, blues, etc. I long ago stopped noticing people on tour buses. Well I see them also, of course, but they’re not usually named except with exact geographic locations. Nor for that matter are the music tour buses. You just cleverly know from the sign on the theater.
This day began horrible yesterday when I went for a mani/pedi. I wrote a post about it but in the scheme of life it’s very unimportant.
I thought that I was through with my New York apartment except for packing. My friends were going to take over dismantling the wall unit, redoing the wall and painting the living room.
Only my building doesn’t let contractors work on Friday’s. New rule I was unaware of. My building insists that contractors buy building specific insurance–I was aware of that but nobody believed me as most buildings don’t have that rule.
I’m paying the profits before I even get them. Then my building takes two percent in what’s called a transfer tax. Add six percent to the realtors, and that’s eight percent +without even thinking, and trust me I’m trying not to.
I am totally not relaxed and feel that all the good these months have done for me have been mitigated. I should have said that if they wanted the apartment they take it “as is.” But no.
I don’t feel grateful to have sold in “these difficult times” as the $400 rebate check from Mayor Bloomberg always says, for owning and paying way too much in taxes.
I was feeling nostalgic for Manhattan; I was feeling that my entire identity was as a Manhattanite. I was devouring any junk I found on Manhattan and was wondering if I would feel like an outsider looking in
I have lived in Manhattan over half my life and in the city for most of it. That gives me bitching rights for the rest of my life.
I haven’t left here yet and can’t wait to return.
I have long believed that while this country has countless problems it needs healing more than anything else and Obama is the perfect person to do that
The Bush admin has spent almost the past eight years fracturing us, beginning with a crime of the century, the stealing of the 2,000 election. It doesn’t matter whether you think he had the numbers–the recount was a model of political sickness.
Here’s just one more thing, the Bush admin has been guilty of–hiring Justice Department attorneys
If anybody wrote “a good young liberal, pro civil union, atheist attorney,” heads would be rolling. And who is anti-marriage? Gay marriage isn’t on my personal top 20 issues, but I do understand the want for a union to be recognized, benefits to be shared etc.
Someday we will look back at this time as a very sad and sick time in our country’s history. Oh we do now. Let’s reclaim America–and who cares what the color of Obama’s skin is? If he bled green I would have problems but he bleeds red so…
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