I grew up in Brooklyn, New York. Anyone from the New York City area knows that it is a very large place, made up of five boroughs: Brooklyn, Queens, Manhattan, the Bronx, and Staten Island.
Many people who visit “New York” believe that the island of Manhattan is all there is to New York City, but that isn’t the case. Brooklyn, in and of itself, is more than double the size of Manhattan, but for the past few years, all attention has been focused on one small section which has been gentrified to the point of being unrecognizable.
Sometimes, the idea for a blog entry is formed by my indignation over another idea. In this case, it’s food. Don’t get me wrong – I love food and I usually have plenty of positive things to say about it. But when misanthropic techies try to take the fun out of eating, I get pissed. Then, I can’t type fast enough to get my thoughts out into the void. This is one of those times.
This essay was originally published on February 11, 2015.
If you’re from the East Coast (New York, specifically), you know what a schmear is. As in, “I’ll have a bagel and a schmear.” In that context, the schmear is cream cheese. In the context I’m using it, it means to slather yourself with some sort of moisturizing cream after roasting – er, radiation.
This essay was originally published on November 20, 2014.
I’m coming into the home stretch with only five treatments left after today. I met with my oncologist before today’s treatment, and he confirmed that I will be getting about a four week break after chemotherapy before beginning radiation. I’m actually kind of miffed by that, now that I’ve been thinking about it for an hour or so; I was hoping to be done with everything by the middle of February. It looks like I won’t be starting radiation until the end of January, and that won’t conclude until the middle of March.
This essay was originally published on March 7, 2012.
First, I must give thanks to my friend Deb for this picture she took of the downtown New York City skyline while visiting last weekend. Deb’s picture inspired this post because, as was commented when she posted it to her Facebook page, it looks very “21st century,” as opposed to old New York. It got me thinking about just how much New York City has changed – not since I left Brooklyn in 1991 and moved to the suburban enclave of Massapequa (that’s in Nassau County, on Long Island), but about how much it has changed since I left the area entirely in 2008. For the first time in almost 4 years, it dawned on me that I am no longer a quick car or train ride away from the city I grew up in. Why did it take so long? The only reasonable explanation I can come up with is that I wasn’t careful what I wished for.