Maybe New Yorkers have gotten a bad rap. In fact, the folks in my building, not 40 stories, but a more humane 10, are pretty friendly. In the hallway or elevator, neighbors say, "Good morning," or "Have a good day."
For years now, I have regarded NYC as my mistress. She's that relationship that I have consistently kept on the side, yet through all the difficult times there is something about her that keeps me hooked.
It's great to love New York, but it's OK to leave it, too. It's OK to admit that despite offering you everything you think you could want only a block away 24/7, other places might have what you really want. Get out and experience those other places.
A 12 minute "go" when you ride the subway to work may cultivate some awareness, namely that you're either restless, lazy, fearful, judgmental, easily distracted or unable to concentrate -- but this is only the first step towards doing something about it.
For a rush hour train headed to Canal Street, the N was remarkably empty. It took a moment to react when the man jerked out of his seat and collapsed onto the N train floor. A woman started demanding that we give him space.
We call on the Metropolitan Museum to commit to clear and unambiguous signage (in big letters) informing all visitors that its fee of $25 is only recommended and that any monetary contribution will be acceptable for admission.
Susi Dollnig's short film "Just Passing By" is a warm and casual glimpse of the lives of a handful of New Yorkers who sat down with the filmmaker at a cafe table she set up on different streets around the city.