The life of a writer – a perpetual state of artistic hunger, is where every quiet room whisper tales of inspiration and every raindrop tells a story. It's a life where lamp light is a beacon for musings, and melancholy is as much a muse as joy. Just south of Peekskill is Tarrytown, with its quaint charm and the Music Hall that stands as a testament to the town's rhythm like a forgotten melody that once rediscovered, plays on loop in the mind's jukebox. And that quote, oh that quote I inspected in a window shop typed on a vintage Royal typewriter was like finding an Easter egg in a video game, a hidden gem that brought a smirk to my face, because it was not just a line of poetry, it's a secret handshake between kindred spirits – the writer and the self. So, here's to the writers, the dreamers, the seekers of the inexplicable – may your typewriters or laptops never jam and your ideas flow as endlessly as the sound from the flowers. “the temple bell stops
but the sound keeps coming out of the flowers” - Matsuo Basho
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New York, the city that never sleeps, and apparently, never apologizes either! New York is shameless. It's like that one friend who's always a little too much, but you can't help but love them.
From the honking taxis that serenade you with their urban lullabies, to the skyscrapers playing peekaboo with the sun, it's a concrete jungle where dreams are made, and occasionally, where pizzas fly at your face faster than a speeding bullet. New York never fails to surprise; around every corner lies a scene straight out of Charles Journal's boy files, with a handsome boy who happens to be a man in skimpy sexy shorts walking his dog, or a mother and daughter absorbed in their books. It's the ultimate test of one's city reflexes. That is New York. Ah, the Brasserie on Main Street, where the ambiance sparkles as much as the cutlery, and the waiters have more charm than a French rom-com.
It's the kind of place where the martinis are shaken to perfection, and the family ties are as thick as a steak tartare we didn't have. And if you're lucky, you might just get a side of family drama with your crème brûlée, served with a wink from the waiter who's not just serving dishes, but also dishing out secrets. Bon appétit! This man, in his impeccably tailored suit and his effortless swagger, becomes not just a part of the city’s fabric but a standout thread in the vibrant tapestry of New York. The generational showdown at the Bryant Park bathrooms: where wisdom meets tech-savvy! It's a world where baby boomers reign supreme in numbers, but Gen Z's and Gen Alpha's (the latter is the most populous, with a population of 2 billion, and the most diverse in human history) hold the keys to the kingdom of modern faucets.
It's a humorous dance of the ages, as the torch of 'how to use a faucet' is passed down, and the laughter shared bridges the generational gap. Who knew that bathroom queues could be such a hotspot for intergenerational bonding? Life has a way of throwing us curveballs, and sometimes they come in the form of fleeting connections that leave lasting impressions. It's like the universe's version of a pop-up event – exclusive and unexpected. The memories of that one epic night, where the city that never sleeps winked at us and opened its doors for an impromptu celebration, become the stories we cherish. And let's be honest, shadow dancing? That's the kind of quirky memory that sticks with you, a reminder that joy can be found in the most unexpected moments.
Navigating the New York Subway system remains a challenge for me. Despite the confusion, I manage to reach my destinations without appearing entirely clueless. In contrast, navigating the San Francisco Muni was straightforward, though the New York Subway is much quicker. I have to remind myself that adjusting to something new takes time. When a train arrives at the station, I quickly board in search of a seat to avoid standing during crowded periods. Sometimes that works, but most of the time it fails...
Turk Street in the Tenderloin was once notorious for rowdy bars frequented by a mix of older patrons and younger ones. I recall one bar being so intimidating that I never went to the bathroom alone, wary of what might lurk in the shadows. These places were often pitch-black, particularly challenging after a few too many drinks.
Aunt Charlie's Lounge, still standing from that era with its unchanged '70s decor, mostly attracts an older crowd now but maintains its reputation as a dive offering some of the strongest, most affordable drinks in San Francisco. While I have vivid memories of outrageous nights spent there, they're a bit overwhelming to recount, though it's clear Aunt Charlie's has seen plenty of good times and continues to do so. Alain Delon, the French cinema icon, left a legacy that transcends time and screen. His performances captured the hearts of many, leaving an indelible mark with his piercing gaze and suave demeanor. As we remember his illustrious career, from the brooding hitman in "Le Samourai" to the charming rogue in "La Piscine" and as the unforgettable boxer and brother, Rocco, in "Rocco & His Brothers", we celebrate the artistry he brought to each role. His passing on August 18, 2024, is a poignant reminder of the fleeting nature of life but the enduring power of a well-crafted legacy.
Furniture Sharehouse in Westchester County is a wonderful initiative, providing a valuable service to the community by helping people furnish their homes. For a reasonable delivery fee, you can select from a variety of donated items to make your living space more comfortable and inviting.
Having a dedicated shopper like Gingee, who brings joy to the experience, is a fantastic bonus. It's heartwarming to know that the generosity of donors can have such a positive impact, turning an empty space into a cozy, personalized home. It's these kinds of community-focused services that can make a significant difference in people's lives, offering support and comfort when it's most needed. |
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July 2025
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