Mint Tylenol & Asbestos In Our Train Stations
Summer colds are stupid. That's pretty much all I have to say about the last few days. I did however find this strangely alarming/interesting new Tylenol product for colds. It looks like the normal daytime formula ont he outside...but it's mint flavored.
Yes. Mint.
You know, in case you want to suck on your 'swallow whole - do not chew' pill before you, you know, swallow it.
Strange marketing. They taste like toothpaste too, which is never a good thing.
In my cold haze I finally saw Me, You, & Everyone We Know. Really good movie, I highly recommend it and Miranda July's new book of short stories No One Belongs Here More Than You. Good stuff.
I ate at this great restaurant last night as part of a management meeting for my job, I'll post a review of it over at Gnash Nosh soonish. It might not happen this weekend because the lovely Leah and Nathan are in town, but it will happen.
My writing has become a little more consistent lately as well. I find it easier to work on my poem project (one a day for a year). And I'm finding it easier to articulate in my poems/whatever you want to call them. It helps that I've been having crazy dreams and weird situations lately. Like dogs standing in my path and not letting me by or crazy people on the subway staring at me for several stops silently. I guess these are normal NY things, but I find them oddly beautiful.
There was an explosion at Grand Central yesterday. Some sort of transformer sent jets of steam into the sky. It's being reported over at the Huffington Post that there was asbestos in the steam and left over dust. Link. I was so in Brooklyn when that all went down, so I'm OK.
Is it weird that my first thought was 'Will the subways be running so I can get home' and not 'Was anyone hurt'? Maybe that's the first sign that I'm a 'New Yorker'. Maybe it's just a sign of my self-involvement and narcissism.
But I would guess that's what this blog is as well.
Yes. Mint.
You know, in case you want to suck on your 'swallow whole - do not chew' pill before you, you know, swallow it.
Strange marketing. They taste like toothpaste too, which is never a good thing.
In my cold haze I finally saw Me, You, & Everyone We Know. Really good movie, I highly recommend it and Miranda July's new book of short stories No One Belongs Here More Than You. Good stuff.
I ate at this great restaurant last night as part of a management meeting for my job, I'll post a review of it over at Gnash Nosh soonish. It might not happen this weekend because the lovely Leah and Nathan are in town, but it will happen.
My writing has become a little more consistent lately as well. I find it easier to work on my poem project (one a day for a year). And I'm finding it easier to articulate in my poems/whatever you want to call them. It helps that I've been having crazy dreams and weird situations lately. Like dogs standing in my path and not letting me by or crazy people on the subway staring at me for several stops silently. I guess these are normal NY things, but I find them oddly beautiful.
There was an explosion at Grand Central yesterday. Some sort of transformer sent jets of steam into the sky. It's being reported over at the Huffington Post that there was asbestos in the steam and left over dust. Link. I was so in Brooklyn when that all went down, so I'm OK.
Is it weird that my first thought was 'Will the subways be running so I can get home' and not 'Was anyone hurt'? Maybe that's the first sign that I'm a 'New Yorker'. Maybe it's just a sign of my self-involvement and narcissism.
But I would guess that's what this blog is as well.