My book, “The Killing Fields of East New York,” got a starred review from Kirkus! “It’s a badly needed look at a societal problem that goes largely unaddressed while politicians outdo each other with tough-on-crime rhetoric ... Solid in-depth reporting with a polemical kick.”
Seen in the New York City subway last night. If you read the fine print, it’s about organ donation. The next sign over read, “How to outlive your ex.” But someone was sitting in front of it, and it felt rude to take a picture.
Everyone is probably sick of fireworks shots by now, but I like the NYC fireworks view from my roof and want to share it. But for the next few weeks I’m working mostly full-time at the animal hospital and I’ll have tons of animal pictures.
The Blue Angels + fly up the Hudson River. The sun was shining in a way that I could not see the screen on my phone. I’m amazed any shots came out at all! My favorite was that stealth jet. Always looks like something that we reverse engineered from an alien aircraft.
The EDNY has since lost the records. 22,000 pages of history are now gone forever. Yet another reminder of how important it is that records go the National Archives and stay there. 2/2
Researching my book The Killing Fields of East New York involved a back & forth btwn the National Archives & the Eastern District of New York (EDNY, a federal court) about who held the records for the trial I would write about. The EDNY removed the records from the Archives. 1/2
A World Cup viewing on Jane Street, in the West Village, NYC. The takeout at this cafe, Bonsignour, is phenomenal. I highly recommend stopping by during lunch and getting something from inside to eat while you watch and socialize with my neighbors.
The next entry in my ongoing series, Faces I Can’t Resist. (I work in an animal hospital and I love your babies.) It’s okay little one. We will take good care of you.
The gauntlet I passed through to vote. I neglected to research the State Assembly candidates. Did a very quick search to find who is the most progressive. I hope I got it right.
I found this bird tucked into the plastic cover of Cloud Cuckoo Land, the book I just took out from the library. Birds are key to this book & finding this was such a delight. From now on I’m going to leave tiny presents in the back cover of library books.
I love Mixlab, the pharmacy that I use for my cats. They send a toy with every delivery. My cats love the new toys, but eventually get bored with them & they join the pile of toys in my livingroom. They go back to them sometimes so this pile has become a cross I must bear.
The last time I went to a ticker-tape parade was 18 years ago, when I spotted a young John Oliver interviewing the crowd. This year I didn’t get anywhere near the parade, but the best part is other people really, so it was fine.
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I forget where I took this. It’s downtown somewhere, but I took it because I like graffiti. Looking at it now, I also love what’s left where they tore down whatever posters were up. It looks like a few messier, urban Mark Rothko’s.
The next entry in my ongoing series, Faces I Can’t Resist. (I work in an animal hospital and I love your babies.) I had to pry this kitten out of Cindy’s grip to get her back to her owner. She kept running from me yelling, “NO. NO.”
The next entry in my ongoing series, Faces I Can’t Resist. (I work in an animal hospital and I love your babies.) Hello? We’ll take a 100 more of these. In perfect health please. Thank you in advance.
New York Knicks on the roof! Kinda. They put up this massive screen on the roof across the street to watch the Knicks game last night (& what a game!). I don’t follow basketball, but I know how fun it is to get swept up so I loved the effort here to hold one helluva watch party.
Reminder: I'm giving a talk about my book The Killing Fields of East New York on Roosevelt Island tonight at 6:30, at the Roosevelt Island Public Library, 504 Main Street! Come early and explore the Smallpox Hospital ruins!
The next entry in my ongoing series, Faces I Can’t Resist. (I work in an animal hospital and I love your babies.) Sad kitten in a cone. I’m so sorry baby. But you’re fine and you have your whole mostly cone-less life ahead of you.