Sunny, With A Chance of Helicopters
Another beautiful day in New York! Right now it's 72 degrees outside, and slightly breezy. When the weather is like this, there is no better place in the world to be. Except anywhere with the same weather, and a beach.
I need to mention that this can also be a very unsettling time of year. You see, the Uninator is in estrus, and not afraid to let the world know it. As I write this, she's attempting to ravage her blanket. Now she's growling at the blanket and biting it. I'm going into the other room.
In the news:
A helicopter fell out of the sky and into the East River, thankfully resulting in nothing other than a mangled million-dollar piece of equipment. This is the second time in as many weeks that this has happened, so be careful if you're taking a helicopter tour of Manhattan. It appears that you should also be careful if you're taking a tour on the East River these days.
The East river is one of two rivers that flank the island of Manhattan. The other is the Hudson River, which is remarkably wider than the East river, and goes all the way to Canada and the Great Lakes. The Brooklyn Bridge, Manhattan Bridge, Williamsburg Bridge, 59th Street Bridge (of Simon and Garfunkel fame!), and the Triborough Bridge all span the East River. All told, there are seven bridges and four tunnels that feed Manhattan. And it's still not enough, which you'll quickly discover if you ever try to enter or leave the island in a car.
I just finished eating the world's greatest flame-broiled chicken, or jaaj mishwi, as it's called in Arabic. It's even better than the one Foxy makes. Sorry, Foxy. We got this chicken from a Syrian restaurant in Paterson, New Jersey, which is home to hundreds of thousands of Middle Eastern and North African immigrants (the city, not the restaurant). Many newly-arrived immigrants from these parts of the world are now opting to live in Paterson rather than the Atlantic Avenue area of Brooklyn, which has been their traditional terminus. Sadly, I think immigrants are quickly getting priced out of a lot of parts of Brooklyn. Still, the best Arabic food in the entire country may be gotten in either place.
Well, I'm going to go sit at the waterfront outside and take in some of this day before it's gone. I had better put a chastity belt on the Urinator, lest she lose her maidenhood when I turn my back.
I need to mention that this can also be a very unsettling time of year. You see, the Uninator is in estrus, and not afraid to let the world know it. As I write this, she's attempting to ravage her blanket. Now she's growling at the blanket and biting it. I'm going into the other room.
In the news:
A helicopter fell out of the sky and into the East River, thankfully resulting in nothing other than a mangled million-dollar piece of equipment. This is the second time in as many weeks that this has happened, so be careful if you're taking a helicopter tour of Manhattan. It appears that you should also be careful if you're taking a tour on the East River these days.
The East river is one of two rivers that flank the island of Manhattan. The other is the Hudson River, which is remarkably wider than the East river, and goes all the way to Canada and the Great Lakes. The Brooklyn Bridge, Manhattan Bridge, Williamsburg Bridge, 59th Street Bridge (of Simon and Garfunkel fame!), and the Triborough Bridge all span the East River. All told, there are seven bridges and four tunnels that feed Manhattan. And it's still not enough, which you'll quickly discover if you ever try to enter or leave the island in a car.
I just finished eating the world's greatest flame-broiled chicken, or jaaj mishwi, as it's called in Arabic. It's even better than the one Foxy makes. Sorry, Foxy. We got this chicken from a Syrian restaurant in Paterson, New Jersey, which is home to hundreds of thousands of Middle Eastern and North African immigrants (the city, not the restaurant). Many newly-arrived immigrants from these parts of the world are now opting to live in Paterson rather than the Atlantic Avenue area of Brooklyn, which has been their traditional terminus. Sadly, I think immigrants are quickly getting priced out of a lot of parts of Brooklyn. Still, the best Arabic food in the entire country may be gotten in either place.
Well, I'm going to go sit at the waterfront outside and take in some of this day before it's gone. I had better put a chastity belt on the Urinator, lest she lose her maidenhood when I turn my back.
posted by SD at 3:41 AM
3 Comments:
Hi Mr Teacup - love the blog. Do you have any Arabic connection? And watch out for helicopters.
keefieboy -
Thanks for visiting! We enjoy your blog as well!
The Arabic connection is Foxy Cleopatra. She's from the Middle East, her family having finally fled the out-of-control Baath regimes in the early 80's.
Gotcha.
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