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Friday, October 6
A large rat just isn't as cute as a squirrel of comparable size. Strange but true.
Maybe it's the disparity of tails ...
posted at 11:50 PM by Timothy J. Gibbons | link
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Call me provincial (You’re provincial! Sorry -- too much time watching either Ben Stein or the Rocky Horror Picture Show).
Anyway, call me provincial, but after six weeks in New York, I'm still amazed at the things people sell on street corners. Not the watches and bootlegged CDs; I expected those. But while walking along one block -- one block! -- in Woodside Boulevard in Queens the other day, I saw:
* a man selling an exotic form of fruit salad, for which he was chopping up mangoes and papayas using a straight razor;
* a woman roasting ears corn over a small brazier;
* and a group selling pillows (two for $5 -- which wasn't cheap enough for the hagglers arguing with them.)
None of these are particularly unusual or startling, at least not as individual items. The blending together of such a diversity, though, creates a wonderfully unusual streetscape.
posted at 6:02 PM by Timothy J. Gibbons | link
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Thursday, October 5
At long last, my clips from past jobs are up on the web.
I have no idea why you should care -- but if you do, you can check out stories I've done over the past few years by clicking on the clips link at right. Feel free, by the by, to pass this link on to any hiring editors at large papers you might happen to know ...
posted at 5:38 AM by Timothy J. Gibbons | link
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Wednesday, October 4
"Welcome to the writer's life -- where the only way to survive is by writing, and writing well enough that people will pay you to write more. If you can do that, you have nothing to worry about. If you can't, there's always a future in sewer maintenance."
posted at 5:42 PM by Timothy J. Gibbons | link
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Tuesday, October 3
After receiving some questions about my last Ganesh posting, I should perhaps clarify the situation: I was, indeed, speaking metaphorically. However, since visiting a Hindu temple a few weeks ago, I actually have seen Ganesh quite a few times. The most recent was at a tattoo parlour, which I was visiting for a story.
While I'm there, one of the workers come in with a color copy of a Ganesh portrait, which she was preparing to tattoo on somebody. Ganesh is a quite popular figure, the artist said, although the tattooees are usually not Hindu.
For a guy on a mouse, he sure gets around a lot.
posted at 6:56 AM by Timothy J. Gibbons | link
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Monday, October 2
I love New York parks. I think my affection stems from the blend of green and gray, the mixture of rural and urban. Trees reach high into the air, almost blotting out nearby apartment buildings, while the screams and laughter of children playing is just enough to mask the ever-present noise of traffic.
I sat in Brooklyn's Prospect Park yesterday and watched the entire world go by. It seemed like it might be one of the last nice afternoons of fall, and families were out in force to catch a little sunshine, complete with frisbees, footballs and those ubiquitous scooters.
The roads through the park were full -- not clogged, just full -- with skaters, joggers and more bike-riders than you could shake a stick at. (Not that I didn't try; I just couldn't shake a stick at all of them. That didn't distract from the pure and gentle pleasure I had in shaking a stick at the ones I could.)
On the sidewalk, a father and son, both Orthodox Jews clad in black, stopped passersby to see if they were Jewish. If they were, the boy would respond by blowing the shofar -- an instrument traditionally made from a ram's horn -- to mark the beginning of the new year. Like the mixture of gray buildings peeking over green trees, the contrast between the somberly dressed duo and the colorfully clad joggers who swirled around them was a mixture of differences that made the park seem even more alive.
posted at 5:43 PM by Timothy J. Gibbons | link
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Sunday, October 1
Happy New Year!!
posted at 3:42 AM by Timothy J. Gibbons | link
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