Saturday, November 21, 2009

The Scope of Robert Moses' Power

While reading Robert A. Caro's The Power Broker today (I'm on page 829 now...just a few hundred more to go!), I came across this awesome summation of Moses' influence on New York:

"Robert Moses held shaping power over the New York metropolitan region for forty-four years. Was the tirelessness of his work and its duration comparable to a natural force? So was the result of that work - the sum total of the accomplishments, the Things he Got Done. As natural forces shaped the city and its suburbs east of the Hudson, the 2,100 square-mile region on which by 1974 dwelt more than 12,000,000 human beings, so did he.

He changed the course of rivers, filling in the beds of the Harlem and the Bronx and cutting new channels for them, shoving to one side the mighty St. Lawrence, making new curves in the swift Niagara. He filled in the city's frayed edges, transforming into solid earth Great Kills on Staten Island, the Flushing Meadows in Queens, a dozen other vast marshes. Nature gave the region one shoreline; he gave it another, closing inlets in the barrier beaches, cutting new inlets, reshaping miles of beach dunes. For mile after mile, the earth and rock that constitute the shoreline of Brooklyn and Queens, and of Manhattan's Hudson shore, are his, the cement and steel that hold them in place are his, the grass and shrubs and tress that adorn them are his - as are the concrete and steel of the marinas, the shoreline overlooks, the parking fields, the bicycle paths, the runways and airport terminals, and, of course, the shoreline parkways. Not nature but he put them there. His bridges bound together Long Island and the mainland of the continent, torn apart by glaciers eons before. His causeways reunited the Island with its barrier beach. He hacked out lagoons, filled lakes, made beaches, welded islands together, cut, at Inwood Hill, through a primeval forest substantially unaltered by the hand of man since the dawn of time. He altered the region's skyline, leveling great areas of the low, regular tenement foothills and replacing them with slim, tall spires two hundred, three hundred feet high - civic and cultural edifices, great groves of apartment houses. By the close of the Age of Moses, for example, the skyline along much of the eastern shore of Manhattan Island that was the heart of the metropolis - a skyline that was, to a great extent, Governor Smith Houses, La Guardia Houses, Corlears Hook Houses, Baruch Houses, Lillian Wald Houses, Jacob Riis Houses, Stuyvesant Town, Peter Cooper Village, Bellevue Hospital, NYU-Bellevue Medical Center, the United Nations, Rockefeller Institute, New York Hospital, East River Houses, Woodrow Wilson Houses, Senator Robert F. Wagner, Sr. Houses, Abraham Lincoln Houses, Riverton Houses, North Harlem Houses, Harlem River Houses, Colonial Park Houses - was, for miles at a time, a Robert Moses creation. [...] "What will people see in the year 1999?" he predicted. "The long arteries of travel will stand out [and the parks]." Fly over New York in 1974, and the prediction seems likely ot be true, not only for the year 1999 but, if New York endures in anything like its present shape, far, far beyond." (p. 828-829).

The more I read in this book, the more I realize that Robert Moses used his incredible intelligence, power and authority to make the city I call home. Without him there would have been no Riverside Park, no Lincoln Center, no Triborough Bridge. There would also have been no Battery Park, no Castle Clinton, and neighborhood-killing mid-Manhattan expressways if he had had his way all of the time. He was a force both good and evil. I hope there is never again another public official with as much power as he had.

Monday, October 26, 2009

Moving on down to the 3rd floor

The time to move to the third floor may finally be upon me! I think that my landlord really meant it this time when he said he'd be done in the next week or two, as opposed to the last time he said he'd be done on August 1. He didn't quite make that deadline obviously!

On the one hand I'm looking forward to moving down there. One flight of stairs fewer! A washer/dryer in the bathroom! I get to take over the larger bedroom with the larger closet! Wood floors! Exposed brick! Good lighting! There are a lot of amenities, that's for sure.

On the other hand, it's change. And change that will lead to my permanently vacating the building around August 1, 2010 unless I can cough up another $400/month in rent to stay there. You see, the landlord is giving me a break on the rent because he basically blackmailed me in to staying in July when I told him I was ready to move out. Long story short: he threatened to keep my deposit and I agreed to stay if he'd give me the third floor at a discount. He did, so I stayed. Anyway, moving downstairs is one step closer to the door of this place and honestly I don't know how I feel about that. I've lived here for quite a while now...over four years total at this point. It's my home. It will be weird to leave it for another share or another apartment somewhere. I just hope when it comes to it that I'll be able to afford a studio and live alone.

In the meantime, I'm off to the cushy third floor just as soon as that pipe really gets installed...

Friday, October 23, 2009

Time for change

I've been really restless and malcontent lately. I don't know the exact source of the problem, but I feel equally annoyed with work and personal life. Something's gotta give!

Yesterday I started by breaking things off with the guy I was seeing who, honestly, I just wasn't that into. Last week I found myself with a few free hours on Sunday and I thought about calling him to hang out because I knew that's what he would have wanted me to do. However I went ahead and sat on my couch reading my Robert Moses book without so much as a text message. His fate was sealed. We'd only been seeing each other about seven weeks, but he insisted that he'd already fallen in love with me and that I was the one for him. Unfortunately I didn't feel the same way. At all. It's amazing how good it felt to delete the upcoming dates with him from my calendar.

Tomorrow I'm running a 10km race in Prospect Park in Brooklyn. It might be my last outdoor race of the year, so Sunday I'm going to head over to a neighborhood branch of New York Sports Clubs and get myself a week trial. I haven't been the member of a good quality gym since October 2007 and it is starting to show in my old age. Time to get back to spinning and pilates and all that other good stuff!

The next thing is going to be the job. I need to get out of here ASAP! If you know of any jobs for me, let me know. I was offered a job in late September but had to turn it down for financial reasons, which is a bummer because it was such a cool job (and one I would have started in a week had I accepted it). The timing was good but the pay cut was not. I since had another interview with a hedge fund but they were sort of like a cult and the personalities just didn't fit. Ah well, something else will come along!

Friday, February 06, 2009

The Fortunate One

I've been reminded twice over the last 24 hours just how lucky I am, how blessed, how taken care of. These were in separate conversations with two different people: a former colleague and a fellow student. One of them has been laid off in the last three weeks and is now $46k in debt due to her Master's degree. The other's department at the university won't sign the form that says her degree is job related so she's been dealing with a garnished paycheck for the last four months (minus $2500/month, which on any salary (esp. a non-profit one) is a major blow to the finances)in order to catch up on the taxes she owes on the additional "income" she's earned in the form of tuition remission. Both of these people are now in a rather painful place and their situations remind me that the things I think are big issues just ... aren't. Concerns over relationships that aren't movie-perfect, or whether to buy jeans this month or next, or over when to get homework done, or boredom at work just don't amount to much. I have so much to be thankful for and I'm hoping these people's stories will keep my own situation in perspective for a while.

Tuesday, February 03, 2009

Dreams

I had the WEIRDEST dream last night. It took place in Vienna, but it wasn't really Vienna. You know how that is right? When the version of a place in your dreams is different than in real life and looks different every time you dream about it? This version of Vienna reoccurs, as does a version of my parents' house. Anyway, so I was there with one of the actresses from Gossip Girl (a show I don't even watch) and some other random people. We rode out to a really huge outdoor market on the outskirts of dream "Vienna" in a yellow school bus with most of the seats removed, stopping along the way to pick up some other random girls from the side of the road. For whatever reason I was shopping for jeans, but also looking for a library to check out a specific CD for my friend. I tried on some jeans and discarded them as being too expensive although Gossip Girl actress said they weren't, then I looked briefly at a rack of deodorant and thought, EUR1.79 was a really good price but I didn't have time to buy it because I needed to get to the library.

I spent the next long while winding my way through this market, which reminded me more of some sort of Middle Eastern or African market than anything I'd seen in Europe, with stalls covered with bright fabrics and lots of random tennis shoes and Chinese fans. I finally found the "library", which was arranged as an outdoor market stand itself, with precious few books on the shelves that you could approach from anywhere, even though the entrance to the library had a turnstile that you had to go through to get in the library. So I looked through the aisles and was unable to find the CD I sought after (by Wir Sind Helden). Suddenly I realized it was really late and that the other girls may have left in the bus without me, so I hurried back. They were sill there and the Gossip Girl had bought me the jeans I tried on. I told her I couldn't find the CD and we'd have to go to a store like MediaMarkt (the Austrian Best Buy essentially) and then I woke up.

So what the heck does all that mean? And why were some of those things/people present in my dream?! I had said something to my roommate about Gossip Girl earlier that evening, because she watches it so that might explain the presence of Serena Van Der Woodsen in my dream. I don't know why I was looking specifically for the Wir Sind Helden CD, but I had heard one of their songs on my iPod earlier in the day while I was running. I am in the market for a new pair of jeans and I did run out of deodorant just two days prior, so I guess that might explain both of those. By why in Vienna? Why the yellow school bus? Why did the market look like it did?

Like I said, weird.

Maybe when I'm done with school I will buy a book on the explanations of dreams.

Saturday, December 20, 2008

Stuff I did

These things are sort of cheesy, but also fun. This one makes me feel pretty accomplished.

1. Started your own blog (obviously)
2. Slept under the stars
3. Played in a band
4. Visited Hawaii
5. Watched a meteor shower
6. Given more than you can afford to charity
7. Been to Disneyland
8. Climbed a mountain
9. Held a praying mantis
10. Sang a solo
11. Bungee jumped (but I have gone cliff diving)
12. Visited Paris
13. Watched a lightning storm at sea
14. Taught yourself an art from scratch
15. Adopted a child
16. Had food poisoning
17. Walked to the top of the Statue of Liberty
18. Grown your own vegetables
19. Seen the Mona Lisa in France
20. Slept on an overnight train
21. Had a pillow fight
22. Hitch hiked
23. Taken a sick day when you’re not ill
24. Built a snow fort
25. Held a lamb
26. Gone skinny dipping
27. Run a Marathon
28. Ridden in a gondola in Venice
29. Seen an eclipse
30. Watched a sunrise or sunset
31. Hit a home run
32. Been on a cruise
33. Seen Niagara Falls in person
34. Visited the birthplace of your ancestors
35. Seen an Amish community
36. Taught yourself a new language
37. Had enough money to be satisfied
38. Seen the Leaning Tower of Pisa in person
39. Gone rock climbing
40. Seen Michelangelo’s David
41. Sung karaoke
42. Seen Old Faithful geyser erupt
43. Bought a stranger a meal at a restaurant
44. Visited Africa
45. Walked on a beach by moonlight
46. Been transported in an ambulance
47. Had your portrait painted
48. Gone deep sea fishing
49. Seen the Sistine Chapel in person
50. Been to the top of the Eiffel Tower in Paris
51. Gone scuba diving or snorkeling
52. Kissed in the rain
53. Played in the mud
54. Gone to a drive-in theater
55. Been in a movie
56. Visited the Great Wall of China
57. Started a business
58. Taken a martial arts class
59. Visited Russia
60. Served at a soup kitchen
61. Sold Girl Scout Cookies
62. Gone whale watching
63. Got flowers for no reason
64. Donated blood, platelets or plasma
65. Gone sky diving
66. Visited a Nazi Concentration Camp
67. Bounced a check
68. Flown in a helicopter
69. Saved a favorite childhood toy
70. Visited the Lincoln Memorial
71. Eaten Caviar
72. Pieced a quilt
73. Stood in Times Square
74. Toured the Everglades
75. Been fired from a job
76. Seen the Changing of the Guards in London
77. Broken a bone
78. Been on a speeding motorcycle
79. Seen the Grand Canyon in person
80. Published a book
81. Visited the Vatican
82. Bought a brand new car
83. Walked in Jerusalem
84. Had your picture in the newspaper
85. Read the entire Bible
86. Visited the White House
87. Killed and prepared an animal for eating
88. Had chickenpox
89. Saved someone’s life
90. Sat on a jury
91. Met someone famous
92. Joined a book club
93. Lost a loved one
94. Had a baby
95. Seen the Alamo in person
96. Swam in the Great Salt Lake
97. Been involved in a law suit
98. Owned a cell phone
99. Been stung by a bee

Tuesday, December 16, 2008

Tying up loose ends

Looking back at the last post I wrote, I mysteriously referred to a position at Bank of America I was going to recruit for. Well, long story short they're laying off 35,000 people in the next three years, Charlotte was pretty but not for me, and I didn't get an offer anyway. I'll be staying in New York where I belong, thank you very much.

The semester ended yesterday for me and now I'm free as a bird until late January! I'm very excited about about the whole thing, especially because this next one will be my last semester! I'm having a hell of a time deciding what class to take for the one required out-of-program course built into my degree. I thought this would be easy, but really when the whole school's course catalog is available to you, it gets harder and harder to choose! Right now I'm registered for 16 credits (I need to and will only take 7 in the end) because I still can't decide and I don't want to risk being shut out from these courses in case I end up picking one of them. My problem is that I can't get the professors to actually respond to my requests for syllabi so I can make an informed judgment. Come on people, is it so hard to respond to an email?!

Thursday night I'm having a little holiday party. More accurately, I am having my friends over to frost the cookies I am bringing to the office holiday party the next day. There will be way to many for me to frost myself, so I'm enlisting help. Seemed like a good idea to me! I'm sure we'll have lots of fun and all go home crashing from a ridiculous sugar high.

Ok, so that's it for now!

Just call me Fishbone

Damn it's been a minute since I updated this thing! Grad school is such a time sucker, I'm telling you.

Recently I had a harrowing experience with a fishbone that I'd like to tell you all about. Over Thanksgiving I was in London with about 40 MBA students attending an event called London Banking Days. This is the second year that I've gone for this event and honestly, it's a great trip because I really don't have to do much besides schmooze with recruiters and students and have lots of cocktails and canapes at receptions and dinners. All was going swimmingly until my last cocktail reception on Friday evening. It was at a posh bar/restaurant called Le Coq d'Argent right in the heart of London's financial district. I had consumed one to many tequila shots the night before at the behest of the Latin MBA contingent so I wasn't actually drinking anything at this particular event. Just as I was about to leave I decided to grab a little cake (what I thought would be crab) from a passing plate of hors d'oeurves. During the last bite of that little sucker my troubles began. Turns out it was a fish cake and had a BONE in it. A bone that got stuck in my throat. And chilled there for SEVEN WHOLE DAYS.

I knew something was wrong as soon as I swallowed that last bite of course. The bone poked me every time I swallowed. Did you know that we swallow saliva every 20 seconds or so? Yeah. So for the next week, I got stabbed every time I swallowed anything unless I held my head at a certain angle and pressed on my throat in a certain way. The whole experience was rather unpleasant to say the least.

On Sunday night I called my mom to ask her advice. WedMD had said something about eating doughy bread and then going to the hospital, both of which sounded rather useless so I thought I would try a different source. She corroborated the doughy bread story, so later that evening I made sure to swallow the stuffing at Thanksgiving dinner while turning my head in every possible direction in the hopes that it would pick up the bone that had been in there for 48 hours by that point. While it didn't pick up the whole bone, it did manage to snap off a chunk of it, or at least that's what it felt like. There was a hot flash of pain and then suddenly the stabbing during swallowing was less frequent, although not completely gone. I lived with that until I got back to New York and could call a doctor on Thursday.

Friday morning I went to the doctor to get this thing removed! The doctor was really squirrely and quirky, but he was pleasant and quick. First he shot lidocane and some other thing in my nose so it would drip down the back of my throat and numb it. Then he put on his little miner's head lamp and looked down my throat. Next he took a long tweezer/scissor like thing and stuck it down my throat and came back out with the damn bone! It was 3/4" long and at least as big around as a pencil lead. The one side was rather jagged and I suppose that's where it broke off the previous Sunday night. The doctor offered it to me as a souvenier, but I decided that I didn't need to keep it. :) Man, was I glad to have that thing out of there! The doctor then checked the wound for an infection and told me if I didn't develop a fever over the next three days I would be a-ok.

And I was! The end.