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bici vecchia: an errant in... nyc: January 2009

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Bici vecchia: an errant in. nyc. Wednesday, January 28, 2009. Come on up, lay your hands in mine. To present any coherent collection of my thoughts and recollections from the past election-into-elect-into-Inauguration season is beyond me these days. I would, however, like to fire out some ramblings, errant-style, before the first heat of this historic moment passes completely. Was upon us, we joined a thronging mass of humanity up on Harlem's historic 125th Street to ring in the new era. And back at home...

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bici vecchia: an errant in... nyc: April 2008

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Bici vecchia: an errant in. nyc. Wednesday, April 23, 2008. Frank Sinatra famously sang. Is Wing KEI Noodle Inc. Through doors open wide to the night I could see a world in miniature all in white: walls, uniforms, lights, ceiling, flour, floors, paper hats, thin rolled noodles. I know that Muhly draws on numerous and disparate sources for inspiration: medieval cosmologies, David Bowie, Egyptian archaeology, Italian Fascist architecture, the history of the novel, Balinese gamelan. Which also happens to be...

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bici vecchia: an errant in... nyc: March 2009

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Bici vecchia: an errant in. nyc. Thursday, March 26, 2009. How lost is lost? Riding home on the subway today, I got distracted by reading Bill McKibben. On knick-knack factories in China and locally milled oats in the Lake Champlain Valley and ended up in Queens. Which is not where I live. At all. Even as I rode off of my intended route, I noticed unfamiliar stations passing with little more than a nod - "23rd St. and Ely? One day, Charles Dickens saw a most peculiar word painted on the inside of a window.

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bici vecchia: an errant in... nyc: Catch a Fire

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Bici vecchia: an errant in. nyc. Wednesday, March 18, 2009. For the first time since Aught Eight, I saw the turtles out today in Morningside Park. Sunning on the rocks along the edge of the pond and floating out in the water and taking part in relaxing turtle activities. I take this as a good omen. And today feels like spring. Spring. Truly Scrumptious. Side note: did everyone besides me know that the authors of Chitty Chitty. Were one in the same? Kingfishers catch fire, dragonflies dráw fláme;. Each mo...

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bici vecchia: an errant in... nyc: September 2007

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Bici vecchia: an errant in. nyc. Wednesday, September 26, 2007. Tin roof on a hot catwalk. It is fashion week in Milan. My friend Carmen works for Jil Sander, an international design house on the high end of the spectrum. The Jil Sander fashion show was yesterday. Carmen had invited Mark. Mark is busier than the antacid supplier for Red Sox Nation. After reading my uneducated review, perhaps you would care to see what the NY Times reporter thought. As a cherry on top of the ridiculous day, Mark, Carmen, ...

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bici vecchia: an errant in... nyc: Manicotti and Musketeers

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Bici vecchia: an errant in. nyc. Wednesday, January 21, 2009. There is a restaurant on Arthur Avenue in the Bronx that advertises “Fine Family Dinning.” Does that mean you can bring the kids and let them make a racket? Is “dinning” like “dimming”? Or more like “dunning”? Neither of those sounds good to me. What does sound good is, “Hey, I’m going up to eat at Dominick’s on Arthur Avenue. You want to join me? Don’t forget your decoder ring. And watch out for misspelled signs. They’re everywhere. People 'r...

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bici vecchia: an errant in... nyc: March 2008

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Bici vecchia: an errant in. nyc. Monday, March 31, 2008. Through various quilted sections of Brooklyn. Red Hook along the waterfront of reclaimed warehouses, container cranes silhouetted, soon-to-open Ikea, sprawling Fairway grocery, main drag Van Brunt lined with oddities and antiques, early season baseball practice next to a series of giant grain towers – from the little I watched, the winter ice has not quite melted on throwing arms and creaky gloves. What is it then between us? Tuesday, March 25, 2008.

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bici vecchia: an errant in... nyc: December 2007

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Bici vecchia: an errant in. nyc. Monday, December 17, 2007. La oca is getting grassa. Were heard in these parts as early as late October – in the supermarkets, I frequently saw panettone. The traditional Milanese sweetbread, alongside Halloween decorations. Climbing a rope ladder. Cute and everywhere. Though, with his feet dangling off the rungs, St. Nick looks less magical than out of shape, a kid struggling in gym class. In Milan, il Castello Sforzesco. I have seen no menorahs, dreidels. I hope that yo...

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bici vecchia: an errant in... nyc: Remembering

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Bici vecchia: an errant in. nyc. Wednesday, August 29, 2007. As my brother pointed out, today is the two-year anniversary of Hurricane Katrina. Following his lead, I am taking time today to try to remember where I have been, where I am, everything that I have been given, and those many whose lives have touched mine. Here are two of the many reasons I have to smile: my awesome cousins Patrick, ready for his first day of kindergarten, and his younger brother Ryan. August 29, 2007 at 9:46 PM. Rub a dub dub.

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bici vecchia: an errant in... nyc: Mother Nature don't do bailouts

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Bici vecchia: an errant in. nyc. Sunday, March 8, 2009. Mother Nature don't do bailouts. Photo courtesy: http:/ creative-commons-photo.com/image/61-humpback-whale). Thomas Friedman asks, in his Op-Ed. In today’s New York Times, “What if the crisis of 2008 represents something much more fundamental than a deep recession? Recently, I’ve sat down with more sobering fare: The World Without Us. By Alan Weisman, I Am Legend. What will the ensuing post-apocalyptic world look like? 8221; – a whale. What can I do...