Winter in New York is a wretched season. Even if you can forbear the cold, the people of the city change too. In my neighborhood, that looks like people letting their dogs shit on the sidewalk—in the very middle of the sidewalk—and not picking up after them (turning any trip outside into a horrible game of hopscotch). It is being as cold on the subway platform as you were on the street—maybe colder. It is seeing cars stop at stoplights, opening their car door, and off-loading all their trash into the middle of the street. It is morally bankrupt slumlords not properly heating the apartments of low-income and immigrant families. It is a person sniffling and coughing without a hand over their mouth and giving by-standers a steady glare that says fuck all the rest of you.
In the winter, New York is irredeemable.
Here’s what I’ve read/am reading so far in 2019.
Walking podcast matches my mood.
I thought brown noise was a secret only I knew. Now you can know about it too.
New to me: Billie Eilish
Take this yoga ass class
This class is a doozy. I walked bow-legged for a day after, at least.
Come for the story, stay for the Mango Pie recipe.
I’m pulling out my best chocolate cheesecake for a Valentine’s Day party today. This recipe has never let me down.
My brother and brother-in-law have decided to stop smoking and I wanted to cry with relief. What does one get for a “you stopped smoking 2 months ago this week” gift?
And a reminder: in winter especially, take your multi-vitamins, kids. Vitamin K. Vitamin D. Vitamin C. Iron.