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Chucking My Chucks

12th November 2012

Hurricane Sandy began to threaten New York 5 days before I was set to move to California. Along with the rest of New Yorkers who had to deal with the hype of Hurricane Irene just a year previous, I brushed this news right off and went back to making jokes and watching the only DVDs I hadn’t yet packed to be shipped off. The Golden Girls.

Luckily, my night is full of better stories than many other New Yorkers. I fell asleep with the heat on and the lull of Rose and Blanche conversing over a slice of cheesecake, on the TV.

The day after the hurricane, I woke up with the sun and walked outside to see the damage that had been done to my neighborhood. I’m fortunate enough to say that it wasn’t nearly as bad as most of the rest of the city got hit, but I put on my worn out Chucks and went out to take some photos, anyway.

It was cold and gloomy and wet and eerily abandon, on my walk to and from Riverside Park. By the time I got back to my apartment, my shoes were soaked in Hudson River water. Slippery from sliding over piles of dead worms and misplaced used feminine products that had washed ashore. It was so cold that I couldn’t feel my toes for over an hour after I had returned to my apartment.

I knew there was no amount of washing that would make my shoes sanitary ever again, and so I sent them off to a large farm with lots of other shoes for them to play with. I know their in a better place now. Especially after the last adventure I put them through in New York, as captured here:

Rest in peace, old friend.

Other photos that I took after the storm, can be seen here

Nice Weather We’re Having

27th August 2011

Hurricane Irene is about to make her way into New York City. I realized this when I saw that very authoritative hot pink tape decided to stop me, and many other New Yorkers from going into the subway. While speaking to my mother this morning, we had an extremely casual conversation about it.

Mother: “Seems like people are really freaking out on the news. Did you stock up on….what ever you need?”

Me: “I got a lot of water but I really just plan on watching Breakfast at Tiffanys and if the power goes out, I’m just going to take a sleeping pill and wake up when its light out.”

Mother: “Oh good. You should try to make it down to the wine shop before its too late.”

Keep in mind, we lived in Florida where hurricanes were a very common occurrence. We lived through an El Nino!

It was a relief to find that affirmation of humor. Its been days of hearing the increased annoyance in Mayor Bloomberg’s voice during hours of press conferences on the news, and seeing the unbelievably long and panic stricken lines at every open grocery store in town.

I live on the 16th floor of an apartment building and looking out the window this morning was like looking directly into a cloud. It. Was. Awesome.

I went downstairs to venture around which was a bit eerie, in a way. This area never deals with hurricanes and because of it, I don’t think they know how to. Everywhere I go and every news report I hear makes it seem like the apocalypse is coming.

Nearly all the water has been snatched up from drug stores, and all of the trash cans have been emptied and turned over until the storm passes.

There is no explaining how grossly humid it actually is, as you’re walking down the street. Its like bathing in someones breath.

Nearly every shop decided to close down

Except for my beloved Gray’s Papaya hot dog stand.
Oh Papaya, you are the ultimate New York establishment.