Stand Clear of the Closing Doors Please: A guest feature with Uncle Brenden!

Following is Brenden’s account of his adventure on the subway platform today.

Trains don’t always stop when the door closes on some one.  

Today I was getting in the train when it closed on my arm.  I was expecting to have to apply a little pressure, and then the door would open. I was wrong. I could not get the door open then I heard the “phhssssssstt” of the breaks unlocking and feel the train start to lurch (my arm has not been removed).  I start jogging next to the train, slightly panicked screaming “stop the train” then adding “asshole.”  Luckily i managed to rip my arm loose leaving my newspaper flapping in the wind still clutched in the doors grasp.  oy vey
I’m glad that I am currently at work, and not at the ER or the morgue with my impaled husband.
Love always,
Aunt Cat (& Uncle B)

Marvin Van Peebles at the Lincoln Center Atrium – February 25, 2014

Dear kiddos,

Last Tuesday I jammed out to Marvin Van Peebles wid Laxative [sic] at the Lincoln Center’s free(!) AtriumFlix show of the season.

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Hybrid arts (whether visual or aural) are among my favorite, and this group was that indeed. Their fusion of jazz (I ❤ saxophone), funk, and spoken word offered just the heat that the frozen night called for. The free(!) show was followed by a discussion with Marvin and his son Mario, and a showing of Mario’s documentary, Baadasssss!, which is about a legendary documentary his father, Marvin, made in 1971 called Sweet Sweetback’s Baadasssss Song. While I was at the Lincoln Atrium, Uncle Brenden went to Brooklyn for a seminar on hot peppers. You guys probably don’t know this, but Uncle B loooooves him some hot sauces and within the last year or so he’s started making his very own. He’s got this fascination with hot peppers I guess. I’ll have to get him to post about his experience at the talk.

All for now–

xo,

Cat

Geographical Revisions: A word on the east side of Manhattan

Kids,

Remember this: never think you’re too right about something.

I just had to school myself a little. Here I was, feeling smug and clever for my maps and my knowing about midtown and Chelsea, when I re-visited my blog Friday night and noticed something amiss with my Lower East Side Map. I noticed that one of the bars I mentioned visiting, Otto’s, was located way above the boundaries I’d drawn for Lower East Side. I though, “crap, I drew it wrong.” Then I thought about it and realized I’d drawn the LES boundaries perfectly fine, but I’d actually gotten my easts mixed up! My favorite part of Manhattan was in fact East VILLAGE – not Lower East Side! Lower East Side is cool, don’t get me wrong. It’s right next to Chinatown (or maybe Chinatown is a part of it?) and there are some really cool spots. But, East Village is where it’s at. Within East Village you have Alphabet City, named after its A, B, C-named streets.  That’s where it’s at, folks. It’s a good crowd, decent prices, and a little less hipstery than Greenwich Village (but just as cool and eclectic).

EV

Until next time-

Aunt Catie

PS: Don’t worry, this is not my attempt to show off my graphic design skills. I used Microsoft Paint and took less than a minute to draw these fancy lines.