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urbanization, public spaces, and a changing NY

urbanization, public spaces, and a changing NY

June 3, 2013 |  Category:   life nyc outings remembering

I was talking with a friend while sitting on the grass on Governors Island over the weekend, observing just how many public parks and green spaces have opened in the city within the last 5-10 years – essentially the time we became parents. Aside from Governors Island, we now have the High Line, the Hudson River Piers and Parks, the Brooklyn Bridge Piers and Parks, the Williamsburg waterfront, and countless other playgrounds and car-free pedestrian plazas. Most of these spaces are still works in progress, spanning development over many years and opening to the pubic in phases, often one pier at a time for example, while funding gets established. Indeed, it’s been interesting to see the progress over the years… CONTINUE READING

when our mothers become people in our eyes

when our mothers become people in our eyes

May 13, 2013 |  Category:   family life remembering

When I was younger, I remember my mother climbing the stairs to our upstairs attic where she would head after dinner nearly everyday for 2 years. My mom was earning her college degree long distance from a small private college in Maine and she used that little 8′ x 8′ room at the top of the stairs as her study. I don’t really even remember how old I was and I certainly didn’t understand what a big deal it was for my mom at that age; I just remember helping her sometimes with the grammar on her papers because English wasn’t her first language and even though she was a fairly fluent speaker, writing was a whole other story.  … CONTINUE READING

a post about sports and a kid who brought me back to basketball

a post about sports and a kid who brought me back to basketball

May 8, 2013 |  Category:   life nyc remembering

Did you know that we’re huge basketball fans? All of us, even the girls. It’s so entertaining to watch Knicks games with them because they get so nervous and chatty and they’re full of hilarious commentary. It’s almost like watching a game with cranky old ladies who can’t stop commenting about every play, much like those old Muppet guys sitting on the balcony of the Muppet Show (oh, did you know they have names?? Statler and Waldorf! I had no idea). Mark gets kind of annoyed because he rarely gets down time and when he sits down to watch a game, he just wants to watch the game in peace. Poor guy. He has to watch basketball games with 3… CONTINUE READING

Valentine’s, then and now

Valentine’s, then and now

February 15, 2013 |  Category:   family holidays life remembering

Miss C left this box for me on my bed side table last night, instructing me to open it in the morning. I usually sleep in on Thursdays since it’s the one day of the week that Mark walks the girls to school, so she knew that she probably wasn’t going to see me in the morning. Truth is, she made this Valentine’s Day box way back in November and hid it among her things until last night. She likes to plan ahead like that, although Mark just got a note on a green post-it. When asked why he only got a post-it when I got a box of treasures, she replied that she didn’t have enough time because of… CONTINUE READING

when our children inspire us

when our children inspire us

February 6, 2013 |  Category:   craft life remembering

My high school art teacher, who was the most awesome teacher to have during those formative teenage years, would often tell me that the one of the best parts of being a teacher was being inspired by his students. He once thanked me for making him a better artist. I never forgot that. Even back then I pondered what that statement meant, an adult who was nearly twice my age thanking me, a kid, for inspiring him to be a better artist.   I get that now though. I know what he meant.   Mia brought home this little weaving that she made at a birthday party held at the Textile Arts Center and it sort of blew me away.… CONTINUE READING

that feeling. can we feel it again?

that feeling. can we feel it again?

January 31, 2013 |  Category:   life rambling remembering

My friend Lisa wrote a post recently about moving from the city she’s lived in for over 20 years and recalling how she felt that first night she moved there. Euphoric was the word she used. It totally brought me back because I know that feeling. It’s exactly how I felt when I moved out of my parent’s house and into Manhattan when I was 18. I’ve written about those years before, but have I written about that specific night? (am I starting to repeat myself now?) The night when I stayed up till dawn philosophizing about art and life with some junior-year art students from my school at someone’s apartment, which was really a painting studio with a mattress.… CONTINUE READING

eat, pay, leave. it’s not that complicated.

eat, pay, leave. it’s not that complicated.

January 11, 2013 |  Category:   cooking dining out favorite posts growing up half life nyc remembering

I don’t know why we don’t eat in Chinatown more often. Believe it or not, it’s been well over a year since we’ve eaten at any Chinatown restaurant which seems so utterly crazy since dumplings and dim sum are probably Mia’s favorite food (Claudine, not so much). We do eat plenty of dumplings and have even made our own quite a few times, but dim sum only seems to be a once a year thing for us. Why is that?   But sometimes when you have a craving there is no stopping it, which is what happened last weekend with soup dumplings. We decided to go to Shanghai Cafe again on Mott Street above Canal because we almost always get… CONTINUE READING

relics and artifacts from the not too distant past

relics and artifacts from the not too distant past

October 17, 2012 |  Category:   art + design life remembering

I was at a birthday party held at a place in the old Brooklyn Navy Yard called Construction Kids and while watching the kids build objects out of pieces of scrap wood, I found these old graphic design tools hanging on the wall. Unlike the bins of supplies and building tools in the room that were in regular use, these rusted drawing tools were hung as a display. I know it seems so obvious, but sometimes it’s not until you see these objects arranged like artifacts that you realize just how many of these tools that we used to use every single day are obsolete. It’s not like I ever declared “it’s time to retire the T Square!”, but it… CONTINUE READING

olympia

olympia

August 20, 2012 |  Category:   family life remembering Seattle & the NW travels

It’s always interesting to go back to a place that you lived in the past. For Mark, it’s going back home. For me, it’s a different kind of home. You look at familiar landmarks not through the lens of childhood memories, but still from a time when you were young. That woman ringing up your coffee in that cafe could’ve been you or your friend 20 years ago. Some things are different, but some things haven’t changed and you find yourself in some kind of weird time warp.   We saw 2 movies 2 nights in a row while grandma watched the kids. 2 movies in 2 theaters that couldn’t have been more opposite – Dark Knight rises at the… CONTINUE READING

central park in the summer

central park in the summer

July 23, 2012 |  Category:   life nyc outings remembering

You know, Central Park is pretty great. We seem to find ourselves there only a few times a year, but I’m always reminded by how great it is whenever we go. It’s like every every few steps you see something new: a live band, a performer, a wedding party, baseball games, one of the many playgrounds, a zoo. Mark used to work in the park for five years and still went in once a week for the past 3 years until that consulting job ended. You can see the restaurant where he was the Pastry Chef at the end of the lake with the rowboats. Central Park used to be his park. He would walk through the park to get… CONTINUE READING

your heart might’ve let the beat drop, but your music will live on

your heart might’ve let the beat drop, but your music will live on

May 6, 2012 |  Category:   life nyc remembering

What does it mean to mourn the death of someone you don’t know? Someone you have never met, or could call a friend? But I guess that’s the weird nature of celebrity, and in this case, one of my musical heroes who passed away yesterday. So when I feel utterly gutted and numb over the death of Adam Yauch of the Beastie Boys, I’m mourning not only for a creative artist who I really admired, or for the daughter and wife that he left behind, but also because the Beastie Boys were a huge part of my life and part of that is gone.   There are really only a few bands that have stayed with me over the years… CONTINUE READING

Correspondence, the old fashioned way

Correspondence, the old fashioned way

March 19, 2012 |  Category:   life parenting remembering

Forgot I took a picture of these postcards the girls sent from our trip to LA to various friends, neighbors and family. It’s kind of amazing that the notion of writing postcards is still in their vocabulary, considering, but I suppose we’re not a very gadget-heavy household as far as the kids are concerned.   So much of their childhood is different from mine – the absence of a certain carefree innocence as dictated by how times have changed since I was a kid maybe, yet other stuff feels exactly the same too. I can see myself in them sometimes. I remember stuff that happened when I was 8. I was reading the some of the same books that Mia… CONTINUE READING

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