Jul
26
Derecho a’comin.
jaime[alyse]green
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Jun
16
I got the last piece of Spanish omelette at the coffee place this morning - the last bite was full of artichoke heart - and Tanner had a galette with apples and cherries inside. The coffee shop was full of babies and kids and there was a little apricot poodle chillin outside. Tanner was facing the window and kept seeing people run into people they knew, walking in opposite directions and stopping to chat for a second on the sidewalk. We ate surrounded by our bags from the greenmarket - eggs, broccoli, grade B maple syrup, beer. I got bacon and kombucha from the grocery store. I never expected Northern Manhattan to turn into quite the hipster paradise, but you will hear no complaints from me, other than on the fact of tomorrow’s Hudson kayaking being cancelled. (Last weekend I kayaked next to a family of geese, four adults and five goslings. We made it almost all the way to the Bronx.)
Mar
18
Chowhound was right.
Pork loin roast is too lean for the slowcooker. Not sure how that’s possible, since you can slow-cook fucking chicken breasts, but oh well. Trust the internet.
I mean, it’s fine. But they were right.
I burned my arm on the inside of the 500 degree oven. We have burn cream in the house because once, on a night much like tonight, I did something similar and Tanner ran out to get me burn cream. So there’s that nice thing about needing to put burn cream on half my arm.
Also it sounds like there is a parade going down Broadway right now. 8:07 Sunday night. Drums, horns, car horns. Inwood, you are so fucked up.
Mar
12
The science/writing group I’m in is hosting this event. It’s free! Carl Zimmer and Robert Krulwich are moderating, and it’s going to be awesome.
NeuWrite presents:
Does the brain’s wiring make us who we are?
Two leading neuroscientists debate maps, minds and the future of their field.
Monday, April 2, 2012
6:30pm Cocktails, 7pm Program
Full announcement and tickets at connectome.eventbrite.com
What will be the next big breakthrough in neuroscience? What will finally explain how brains work, how they fail in disease, and what makes us each unique? Some neuroscientists believe that research would be radically accelerated by finding and deciphering “connectomes,” maps of connections between neurons. Funding agencies are wagering millions of dollars on the idea that connectomics will be as fundamental to neuroscience as genomics is to molecular biology.
But others disagree, arguing that maps of the brain by themselves cannot offer much insight into how this remarkable organ does its job. Just as a genome by itself is only a blueprint with little power to explain how an organism works, a connectome is at best a framework with little power to explain brain function. Should neuroscience make it a priority to launch a significant connectomics program, diverting human and financial resources from other worthy goals?
Join us as leading “connectomist” Dr. Sebastian Seung defends his position in public against the formidable neurophysiologist Dr. Anthony Movshon. Award-winning science writer Carl Zimmer teams up with co-creator of NPR’s Radiolab, Robert Krulwich, to moderate this debate on neural cartography, guiding the audience through both known and unknown territory as we ask the question: Are brain maps the future of neuroscience or an empty promise?
FREE AND OPEN TO THE GENERAL PUBLIC
Sponsored in part by the Dana Foundation
Feb
3
Does anyone in NYC have a baby/pet safety gate (for a doorway) that I could borrow for a week or so?
I can pick it up from you today.
Meg and Bull need your help.
Aug
18
I just saw an NYC style police box on Madison Ave. I’m fairly sure it was an international version of the TARDIS. So, if some weird alien shit goes down tonight, you heard it here first.
Apr
30
The Hudson River greenway runs from Dyckman St, aka 200th, aka just about where I live, down to the end of the island. This is a picture of its start. Me typing this from work is proof that I made it to what is at least the end for me, around 29th Street. It took almost exactly an hour; I almost fell off my bike once. (I took a few haphazard iphone pictures, but none after that! Though that wasn’t what made it happen. I think the lady in cat-eye glasses who smiled at me right before my foot slipped off the pedal was a witch.) It’s a mostly gorgeous ride, a lot of it away from the highway and right along the river. There are two or three real asshole hills, but I’ll conquer them. I’m super tired. It was awesome.
Jan
25
This picture doesn’t even begin to capture the very much loveliness that is taking the space-age elevator up to the top of 30 Rock, aka The Top of the Rock, aka Something Something Tina Fey. But really. The city’s laid out at ankle height, like the panorama in Queens by the old World’s Fair site, but real, and at 10pm on a winter Saturday night the decks were sparsely populated, and there were moments when you could think you were there alone (with the person you were there with). When we walked up to the elevators, the attendant asked where we were visiting from. “Brooklyn.” “Here.” Though around the metal detectors we decided to be from somewhere exotic, European. Since no one knows what a Belgian accent sounds like, we could say we were from Belgium, and who could tell us that our standard American would be wrong?
It’s ridiculous but wonderful that someone decided they had to augment the really beautiful views with a space-age motion-sensor breezeway, all white walls with colored lights on the ceiling that follow you as you walk through and burst into electronic music when you spin around.
I loved the Chrysler building at eye level, I loved Central Park just a smattering of lights, with what I think was Adam Clayton Powell, Jr Blvd a brighter artery heading up out of the top of the park than I would’ve imagined. I loved it all so much that I forgot to take pictures. I loved identifying every bridge we could see, which was all but, say, the Kosciuszko. But I think my favorite was the blurry stands of highrises on the Upper West Side, dwarfed by the skyscrapers of Midtown, but just full of people, at home where they lived.
When I was in Chicago last summer I went to the bar way up the Hancock Tower (The Top of the Cock, obvs), and the view was flat stretches of avenues and highways off to the horizon. My friend pointed out the streets that led to his apartment, and the high-up view was sparkling and far-reaching, but looking out at our city from Rockefeller Plaza the buildings were taller and more beautiful and fit into so much less space, and I knew where the city ended, at the water. Also, it’s where we live, and I love it for that.
There was also when we followed a landing plane down over Brooklyn and Queens until it slowed down so much and got so low that we lost it in the other lights of JFK.
It really was all even way more wonderful than I’d thought it would be.
Jan
4
Fine, Tumblr. I have pictures of the GWB, too.
Dec
23
Hi baby babes.
