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Moving to Brooklyn?

Apparently, for all of you out there who have been gunning for me to move to Brooklyn, there may be yet another reason for me to move out there. According to "The Sexual Organization of the City," (which is based on Chicago, but has been analyzed by the New York Post for NYC), some neighborhoods are "transactional" and others are "relational marketplaces." My 'hood? Transactional -- good for short-term non-committed relationships. Tell me about it. Basically, the world below 14th street, which is where I spend the majority of my social time, "attracts young, single people who spend the bulk of their time in local hangouts - bars, gyms, coffee shops, clubs." Park Slope and Carroll Gardens (neighborhoods in which I've thought about living in Brooklyn)? Relational. "These neighborhoods tend to be peopled with married or cohabiting couples, and their single friends tend to meet potential partners through already-committed mutual friends." The article and the book go on to say that there's no guarantee that a move to a relational neighborhood will guarantee a long-term relationship, so it's somewhat of a Catch-22 situation.

Hmm. Decisions, decisions. My current lease isn't up until September, and the thought of moving yet again makes me nauseous. It's not outside of the realm of possibility, however. What do you recommend? Should I move to Carroll Gardens in hope of finding love? Trade in the ability to walk to work for a long schlep on the F train and a boyfriend? Or stay in my centrally-located, Greenwich Village apartment, and live a life of singledom, surrounded by my extended social network of fellow "transactional" neighborhood folks? Any and all thoughts are welcome. Does your neighborhood help or hurt your chances of finding love?


Dumpsville

Maccers has written an excellent guide on how to survive a breakup. She provides concrete, practical advice, such as:

  • Wallow, wallow, wallow. Bore your friends shitless with constant droning.
  • Drink yourself into a coma and have a one night stand with the most hideous individual you can find.
  • Call every single guy you’ve met in the last 10 years and invite them out for drinks. Tell them you’re paying.
  • Beg your friends to call every single guy they’ve met in the last 10 years and to fix you up on a blind date. Tell them you’re paying.
    and one of her readers provided a gem:
  • When he comes crawling back in 3-6 months time, sleep with him precisely once and then dump him.
  • Some of these things I managed to figure out myself during the course of various breakups over the years, but it's always nice to get additional pointers.
    [via NewYorkish]


    Look What I Made!

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    It's a baby hat! It was my first knitting experiment outside of the realm of scarves, so it was somewhat intimidating. But it actually looks like a hat, so I'm pretty damn proud of myself. I got the pattern from Stitch 'N Bitch -- it's the Umbilical Cord hat (because of the little knot on top). I'm sending it off tomorrow -- perfect timing too, because I just received the birth announcement for the intended recipient today!

    These Are a Few of My Favorite Things

    Manhattan Users Guide interviewed a number of New York bloggers (some of whom are on my links list, on the left) to get lists of their top ten favorite things about New York. I agree with many of their picks. The Morning News ranks pizza as one of their favorites -- it's hard to explain to people outside of New York why their pizza sucks. Take our word for it, folks. It does. For a great slice, I recommend Joe's. Remy Stern, (a fellow Jumbo) of NewYorkish, has a list that is almost identical to something I might put together, highlighting things like Chinatown, the Mud trucks, and Community Gardens. Maybe our time in Boston similarly shaped our opinions about what we love about New York. Amy Langfield ranks the Bistro Burger at Corner Bistro and dog runs as some of her faves, and they'd be on my list as well. Read Part 1 and Part 2 of the top ten lists.

    Once again, it makes me thankful that I can enjoy so much of what NYC has to offer, and I realize each day how much I still have to explore. So, folks, what are your favorite things about NYC? What have they missed? One thing I'd add -- a good neighborhood bar.


    What About Me?

    I Am Woman, Hear Me Blog highlights ten female bloggers in New York City. Guess I haven't hit the big time quite yet. Oh well! But -- I will agree with my sisters on one point in the article: "Almost all those women interviewed said blogging facilitates social interactions with readers and other bloggers at local gatherings of online writers." Well -- I haven't been to a "local gathering of online writers," but I have met a bunch of great people through my blog so far. By "met," I really mean "emailed with" (for the most part), with the exception of Erika, Adam, Kevin, Hugh, and soon, Hilary.

    And an interesting counterpoint -- Blogging Off, where the author has determined that blogs are ruining, rather than enhancing, her social life.


    Picks in the 'Hood, Round 1

    Here's the substance of that email I mentioned in an earlier post. I was out for a drink with a friend who had recently moved to the neighborhood, and I was giving him recommendations for some of my favorite places nearby. Although some are technically outside of Greenwich Village (reaching into far off places such as the Lower East Side and Nolita), in my book, they are all within walking distance (at least for city walkers, who are used to half-hour walks). Why do I like these places? Overall, they are modestly priced, have comfortable atmospheres, and good-quality food. Each one has a little something about it that makes it particularly appealing. Check them out and let me know what you think!

    Italian antipasti/panini

  • 'ino -- Beford btw 6th Ave & Downing
  • Bar Veloce -- 2nd Ave and 12th St.
  • 'inoteca -- Ludlow & Rivington
  • Perbacco -- E 4th btw A & B (I think)

    Asian
  • Taste of Tokyo (sushi) -- 13th St. btw 5th & 6th
  • Spice (thai) -- University and 10th

    Latin
  • Flor's Kitchen -- Waverly Pl btw 6th & 7th Aves; also on 1st Ave & 9th St.
  • Caracas Arepa Bar -- 7th St btw 1st & A
  • La Palapa -- St. Mark's between 1st & A
  • La Palapa Rockola -- 6th Ave. & W 4th
  • Cafe El Portal -- Elizabeth btw Spring & Kenmare

    Seafood
  • Pearl Oyster Bar -- Cornelia btw W 4th St. and Bleeker
  • Mary's Fish Camp -- W 4th St. btw W 10th and Charles

    Indian
  • Milon -- 1st Ave btw. 5th & 6th

    Other
  • Westville (home cooking?) -- W 4th St. btw Bleeker and W 10th

    This is just the first installment. As I've said to those who have asked, there are plenty more where those came from!


  • City Mouse and Country Mouse

    I just returned from a long weekend in Lyme, New Hampshire, visiting my sister. She is 22, currently living in a house with five other people, most of whom are med students at Dartmouth, which about 20 minutes away in Hanover. I had a wonderful weekend, but it is almost laughable how opposite our lives are at the moment. We're like the city mouse and the country mouse (yeah, we're both shrimps. I think she towers over me at about 5'3").

    I live alone in a studio apartment with a kitchen the size of a closet. She lives with five people in a bright, airy house with a huge kitchen, and has a closet the size of my kitchen. I shop for one, cook for one, or more often, eat out. She and her roommates shop at Price Club, buy enormous amounts of food, and cook and eat meals family style -- we had lasagna, waffles, and tacos while I was there (no low-carb diets in Lyme, NH). Katie plans her days around her outdoor activities. I try to squeeze in the gym when I can (at least in the winter -- it's different in the summer, I swear). I am addicted to my high-speed internet, cherish my cable TV, and use my cell phone incessantly. At her house, they have dial-up internet service, a TV, but no reception (it's only for movies), and no cell phone reception whatsoever. And then, there's Jack, her boyfriend's chocolate lab, who is being trained to be a hunting dog. Sadly, I have no dog, let alone one who I'd take hunting. As my dad likes to say, when he is asked if he's going to take his German Shorthaired Pointer, Lucy, out hunting -- "Jews don't hunt." (or at least he thinks that. I don't think he's ever said it out loud).

    Anyway . . . on Saturday we went cross-country skiing, something I hadn't done since I was about fourteen. Despite that small obstacle, I managed to ski a 15-kilometer loop and not fall asleep during the party they had back at the house that night. The party was nothing like parties I go to in New York. First of all, everyone was a decade younger, trying to relive their college days by playing beer pong, and flip-cup. Second of all, there was a bonfire outside. Don't see that much in Manhattan.

    All in all, I had a fantastic, relaxing weekend, and I fell in love with Jack. And the dishwasher. And having people cook for me all weekend. Sigh. Thanks to the gang back in Lyme -- you can see pictures here.

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