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NYC Superpowers

I am in NYC today and tomorrow to do some TV interviews (more details about that in a future post), but as I traveled:
  • From my Dad's in the Catskills via bus to the Port Authority Bus Terminal
  • Then uptown to 135th Street via the #2 train for interview number one
  • Then downtown on the #3 to transfer for the V train to 2nd and Second (that is the intersection of 2nd Street and 2nd Ave near Houston--pronounced House-ton) to where I am staying
  • Then on the F train to West 4th (because it was too cold to walk and I am too cheap to take a cab) for meeting number one
  • then back to 2nd and Second again...
I thought to myself, I am so glad I lived in NYC for 10 years of my life! Really. Getting around NYC requires superpowers. That or a useful skill like knitting. You may not use it for years, but when you need it, how sweet.

Anyway, I have interview number three tomorrow but will get picked up by car service then driven up to Hartford afterwards, so it will be a much easier day.

On Thursday I get to spend the evening with actor, Tim Robbins and filmmaker, Rory Kennedy in Hartford, so that should be cool then off to Boston for the weekend with Quaker teens.

So any of you experienced NYC before?
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Annis said…
Honey, we all know you have superpowers but it is nice to know that they're useful getting around in NYC aswell, not only spreading love and peace where ever you go :)
12:38 AM
Peterson Toscano said…
anna hp, you are a sweet pea!
7:55 AM
Contemplative Activist said…
Darling, NYC is easy - its London I get lost in...every time!!!

At least in NYC, if you ask for directions, you're most likely to get some friendly advice. In London, I've been told to "Piss off, I'm not here to give f***ing directions to f***ing tourists." (I wasn't even a tourist, I was there for work!)

But don't let that put you off people - London is a fantastic city. A little overpriced (read: ludicrously expensive - I thought NYC was a bargain by comparison), a bit crowded (read: everyone is squished into public transport like sardines), there's no air-con in the subway/underground/tube (read: the conditions in the London underground in the summer are illegal for transporting animals), and the people aren't always full of the joys of spring (read: they're a bunch of cold, distant sociopaths). And NEVER EVER make eye contact with a Londoner on the tube.

Should you be from an ethnic minority background, do not carry a rucksack, wear a suit, and please display your ID prominently on the tube so as to avoid suspicions of terrorist activity. Do not wear even a light jacket in the summer.

And, most importantly, watch out for that very strange man who hangs around Victoria station yelling at people that they're sinners. (Frequent visitors to London will know who I mean!)

CA

CA
12:12 PM
Annis said…
Peterson, ss long as I am your sweet pea, you can call me anything ;) And CA, I love London. My first experience of the city was a lady at the train station. I asked for a map of the city and she looks at me as if I am absolutely nuts and then I realize I did ask her using my british-english accent (I'm swedish). Maybe it would have gone better if I had said "Excuse mig (me), do you have a karta (map) over the stan (city)?" :)
3:16 PM
Contemplative Activist said…
Anna - you talked to a Londoner - that's an absolute social faux pas.

Of course, if you want to run around Victoria station shouting, "Don't be a sinner, be a winner!" that's ok.

CA

PS. In seriousness, I love visiting London, but I wouldn't want to live there and try to avoid playing squished sardines on the tube in the summer.
6:21 PM
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