100 Things, Part II, and Other Stuff
51. I have been in love twice.
52. I pull out my gray hairs as I find them.
53. I prefer bagged tea to loose tea.
54. I have made business calls while wearing nothing but socks.
55. I feel guilty about eventually throwing away those little portraits of themselves that people put in wedding thank-yous.
56. When I'm upset, I often think about how it felt to hold my late dog or my late cat on my lap, and that makes me feel better.
57. Reading the posts about the dietary guidelines at suzannesomers.com makes me crave sugar-sweetened chocolate.
58. When people cut me in line, I generally fume in silence.
59. I have a hard time with change. As in, change of circumstances--not the change that you carry in your wallet.
60. Porn stars fascinate me--not necessarily their movies, but their lives.
These just aren't flowing out of me this morning, and I think my writing is typically better when it does flow naturally, so I'm going to stop at 10 for today and do more later in the week.
Ty and I went to the 2nd Avenue Deli on Saturday. Well, we tried to, anyway. It turns out that it closed in January.
For the uninitiated, the 2nd Avenue Deli, much like Katz's, was one of New York's famous Kosher delis, famous for enormous pastrami sandwiches and matzoh ball soup. My personal favorite was the Hush Puppy (a hot dog wrapped in a potato knish).
I'm sad to see it go (though not as sad as I was to see McHale's go, because I really like cheese and bacon). As I stated in my list above, I am resistant to change. On the other hand, I am also a capitalist, and think that building owners should be able to raise rents commensurate with the market.
More importantly, though, change is part of the nature of an American city. It gives us something to look back on--"I remember when there were no restaurants here at all!"--and something to explore and rediscover. Just as people come in and out of our lives, places do, too.
52. I pull out my gray hairs as I find them.
53. I prefer bagged tea to loose tea.
54. I have made business calls while wearing nothing but socks.
55. I feel guilty about eventually throwing away those little portraits of themselves that people put in wedding thank-yous.
56. When I'm upset, I often think about how it felt to hold my late dog or my late cat on my lap, and that makes me feel better.
57. Reading the posts about the dietary guidelines at suzannesomers.com makes me crave sugar-sweetened chocolate.
58. When people cut me in line, I generally fume in silence.
59. I have a hard time with change. As in, change of circumstances--not the change that you carry in your wallet.
60. Porn stars fascinate me--not necessarily their movies, but their lives.
These just aren't flowing out of me this morning, and I think my writing is typically better when it does flow naturally, so I'm going to stop at 10 for today and do more later in the week.
Ty and I went to the 2nd Avenue Deli on Saturday. Well, we tried to, anyway. It turns out that it closed in January.
For the uninitiated, the 2nd Avenue Deli, much like Katz's, was one of New York's famous Kosher delis, famous for enormous pastrami sandwiches and matzoh ball soup. My personal favorite was the Hush Puppy (a hot dog wrapped in a potato knish).
I'm sad to see it go (though not as sad as I was to see McHale's go, because I really like cheese and bacon). As I stated in my list above, I am resistant to change. On the other hand, I am also a capitalist, and think that building owners should be able to raise rents commensurate with the market.
More importantly, though, change is part of the nature of an American city. It gives us something to look back on--"I remember when there were no restaurants here at all!"--and something to explore and rediscover. Just as people come in and out of our lives, places do, too.
Copyright 2005-2010 by Arabella and Trattoria Breve. All rights reserved. 11:35 AM
6 Comments:
Should we ask the details of #54, or are we better off not knowing? I'm hoping it was summer, at least? Nothing but socks would have been awfully cold the past few days...
I was just thinking about this yesterday, as we drove past an area that used to be a big field and now is developing quickly. You're right, places do come and go.
This post reminds me of Thomas Wolfe. I've always thought that was what he meant. Perhaps we can go back to a familiar location, but most likely it will not be the same after many years. And that always makes me feel a little sad.
I hate that kind of change too. I once told my Mom that as soon as all my favorite restaurants disappear I'm leaving this town. There's one left. I'm moving this summer.
#52 if I did this I would be bald.
I thought I managed change very well, then, I did this last move. Change stinks, I don't even want another new phone number in my lifetime. I have had enough!
You totally need a new cat so you won't have to visualize what it felt like to hold Mr. Jasper.
I also loathe change.
I had to train myself to talk to people who try to cut me in line. Otherwise I feel powerless.
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