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Dargeresque, Venice

Dargeresque, Venice

Lower Manhattan, Brooklyn Bridge Park construction site in foreground

Lower Manhattan, Brooklyn Bridge Park construction site in foreground

Local color

Local color

Rare C
I had mixed feelings about the restaurant grading system when it was first introduced in NYC. I thought of it as a Californian import (with simmering regional hostility) and besides, aren’t there some things you really don’t want to know? 
But I’ve come round since then, and am unduly skittish about eating at anywhere posting a ‘Grade Pending’ sign as this usually means they would have gotten a C (or worse? Is there a lower grade?) but are craftily fooling the less suspicious passerby into thinking an A is on the way. 
This pairing - or trio rather - (the third sign warns one to keep a close eye on personal possessions while patronizing the bar) made me stop in my tracks. It is so rare to see a C. But I appreciate the honesty.
Still, I’m not going to be rushing in for snacks any time soon…

Rare C

I had mixed feelings about the restaurant grading system when it was first introduced in NYC. I thought of it as a Californian import (with simmering regional hostility) and besides, aren’t there some things you really don’t want to know? 

But I’ve come round since then, and am unduly skittish about eating at anywhere posting a ‘Grade Pending’ sign as this usually means they would have gotten a C (or worse? Is there a lower grade?) but are craftily fooling the less suspicious passerby into thinking an A is on the way. 

This pairing - or trio rather - (the third sign warns one to keep a close eye on personal possessions while patronizing the bar) made me stop in my tracks. It is so rare to see a C. But I appreciate the honesty.

Still, I’m not going to be rushing in for snacks any time soon…

Cascade

Cascade

The ride to Park Slope was not long or short, merely a piece of time in which Bob stood pressed against others as the train rumbled beneath the streets of Manhattan and then beneath the East River. Everyone on the train seemed innocent and dear to him, their eyes unfocused with morning reveries that were theirs alone, perhaps words spoken to them earlier, or words they dreamed of speaking; some read newspapers, some listened through earbuds to their own soundtrack, but most stared silently as Bob did - he was moved by the singularity and mystery of every person he saw.

—Elizabeth Strout, The Burgess Boys

Captured

Captured

Non sequitur.
Not a silver wedding anniversary cake, as the lady at the baking supply shop imagined. Just my son’s sudden insistence on creating the most silvery birthday cake ever. To go with the robots.

Non sequitur.

Not a silver wedding anniversary cake, as the lady at the baking supply shop imagined. Just my son’s sudden insistence on creating the most silvery birthday cake ever. To go with the robots.

Pairing

I am walking past stickers all day, everyday. Plastered on buildings, notebooks, vehicles (as in this case, a van), you name it. But none compels me as this one does. If only it could be so. 

I am walking past stickers all day, everyday. Plastered on buildings, notebooks, vehicles (as in this case, a van), you name it. But none compels me as this one does. If only it could be so.