02nd Apr 2006
Fave Station
Reading the Grey Lady this afternoon took me back to the outrageous real estate prices in Manhattan (see StreetEasy.com for a dose. Sit down first). One example from the NYT Magazine: “995 Fifth Avenue – Half and Full Floors Starting at $10 Million”. Wow. That’s ~7 Victorians like mine. And I have a yard and a pony.
Ok, so I don’t have a Pony. I have two cats that drink from my hands.
But everytime I torture myself with the Sunday Edition, I go off into Real Estate Lust Mode. All out fire escape hissing steam radiator noisy air conditioner shelves everywhere crammed closet eating pizza on the stoop fantasyland. Even the night that a drunk lady started changing clothes while leaning on our apartment door at 3 in the morning seems funny now [1]. I identify with a couple of subway stations (just looking at a MetroCard puts me in the mood to head over to Oakland Airport and plead that JetBlue will take me “on standby”). They would be Lincoln Center (where I subletted from a B’way actress friend), and 72nd Street (because I always got a charge out of Fairway Market).
[1] Yeah, true story. We’re sleeping on our coolio studio apt. sofabed, and someone starts leaning on the other side of our door taking their clothes off, 8 feet from us. We’re like … WTF!? Go away!
So just to segue into Tech, I decided it was high time I figured out the Google Map thing. That way, I can look back at this post and torture myself some more :-)
