Living in New York

So what's living in New York all about? Example. Leaving the office a bit early. Say you need to do some shopping. Having the office located on 60 Madison Avenue get's you right into MidTown so you start walking north along Fifth Avenue. Suddenly you see a row of people an wandering why they are standing in lane. Then the realization. They are waiting in line  for the Empire State building. Tourists.

So you keep on walking and looking at  shops. So you cross over to Broadway (yes the Brede Weg) and on passing Victoria Secret's ( you decide to enter Macy's. Might as well. Ofcourse they don't have the Apple Pie Dish you are looking for but it's still Macy's ("the world's largest department store"). So you buy some other stuff. You are a consumer after all. And then you go home. You turn on the TV and you watch the NY Yankees lose (4-6 against Tampay Bay). They are now on a 5-game losing streak. Life's not looking good.

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Real life

Two weeks ago we got ourselves a Wii ( the office. Great fun. First of all I love the Will Experience Video Gallery. The idea is simple. You put two to four people in a room with a Wii and you videotape how they figure out how the bloody thing works. My favorite is where father and son start by having no idea, to playing an almost real life game of baseball.

Which brings me to my second part. Last Sunday someone from my office wanted to play real bowling. He had been playing it quite often on the Wii the last weeks and he thought he might try bowling in the real life at Chelsea Piers ( Unfortunately his body disagreed about the level of experience he had acquired. Now his back hurt so bad he couldn't get out of bed this morning (three games and a 10 pound ball). Let's this be a lesson for those who think that a Wii resembles real life!

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Typical 3

I've been waiting now for two hours. Had five beers and still no sign of her. Typical. Just noticed that I missed last night's Pajama Party. I'm sure she hung out there. Typical for me to show up at the wrong night. Now I can imagine that she doesn't want to meet a guy with a beard for three days and who got sun burned big on his nose after a 80 km bike trip to Scarsdale. Luckily I'm playing the $6 million Monopoly Scratch & Win in the New York Post ( The good thing about reading the Post is that you notice stuff you never else who have found out. E.g.: "The East Village Opera Company's self-titled, major-label debut,which blends Mozart's overture from "Le Nozze di Figaro" with the keyboard introduction from The Who's "Won't Get Fooled Again," ( Or how about this idea: "Two New Yorkers – Reid Stowe, 55, and his 23-year-old girlfriend, Soanya Ahmad, embarked yesterday from Hoboken, N.J., on a sea voyage that is to last 1,000 days and nights – nonstop. […] "This will be my first time sailing, ever – except for up and down the Hudson River," said Ahmad" (

Think that I'll be checking out that Opera Friday.

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Going to the movies!

Now I'm not going to talk about the 25 screens. Nor about the size and smell of the popcorn. This one is about how New Yorkers enjoy their movies. It did help that I saw Hot Fuzz ( on it's opening night. On the other hand it's a British comedy with relatively unknown actors. 

The audience is an active partcipant in the whole show. When an old lady get's squarely kicked in the face (great moment) the audiences yells Noooooooo! When they laugh they holler. They applaud at certain moments. They go up and down like a rollercoaster. And everyone participates, like one big family.

And afterwards there's the joy of coming out of a movie theater and walking on 42nd street.

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Some people were asking how I'm doing in Nieuw Amsterdam ( Well let me tell you a 'typical night'. After buying a Torchiere Floor Lamp at Home Depot ( I'm ready to go back to my new home (9 West 103rd Street). That's Upper West Side ( I'm taking the C (  Uptown. It's been a long day at the office and find myself sitting next to an older woman dressed in a brown fur. Opposite her two guys talking. She asks one of them: "Where you from!" with a bit of an Austrian accent. The guy, slightly hesitant ,responds: "New York". "What part!". "Queens". End of conversation. Two stops later the guys get out. One stop later a chinese looking girl takes place where the guy was sitting. Again the question. This time the answer is "South of France". The inescapable conclusion from the older woman: "So you work at United Nations!" End of conversation.

Next stop. The girl gets a notebook and starts looking around. Which is quite unusual for someone in the Subway. A woman next to her starts up a conversation. They discuss the shoes of my neighbour on my other side and finally their conversation starts turning towards me. The pros and cons of me as a subject are discussed. Finally the girl starts drawing. They continue their conversation while the girl is drawing but eventually the other woman gets off. The girls starts mentioning to me about having interesting conversations on the subway. She suggest that she might have to pull the emergency brake to finish the drawing to which I ponder the question "Is it worth it?". I tell her two more stops. She informs me that work of her is being shown in a galery on 109th and Columbus Ave. I guess I'm doing something this weekend.

At home I put the lamp together. It's beautiful.

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