Tuesday, July 31, 2007

dudleytown

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Dudleytown, Connecticut, has been called "most haunted place on earth" and a "village of the damned." The infamous place, which has been host to numerous sightings of ghosts and other paranormal activity, has been featured in magazines such as National Geographic and in four books.

A small farming community established in the 18th century, Dudleytown was allegedly host to a number of strange tragedies, including suicides, death by lightening strike, a smallpox outbreak, and questionable deaths. The town was reputed to be haunted, cursed by the ancestor of the two men who originally settled the town.

The town hasn't been inhabited since the early 20th century, and is now located on private property. Fans of the paranormal have flocked to the site anyway, hoping to catch a glimpse of the ghostly hotspot. However, the owners of the town have begun slapping fines on trespassers, and the state police have begun to patrol the area to keep people out.

A friend of mine decided to scope out the area anyway. He's not big into the paranormal or such, but was more interested in simply checking out the place. He brought a camera with him to snap some photographs.

My friend told me that, after spending some in Dudleytown, he began to feel creeped out. He doesn't scare easily, but there was something about the place that made him feel uneasy. Although he didn't see anything with his own eyes, one photograph he took later revealed a strange set of orbs of varying shapes and sizes. After a careful look, he later learned that several of the photographs he had taken had the same orbs.

My friend had carefully checked the camera before taking any photographs, making sure to clean the lens and use fresh film. My friend is 'pretty sure' that the orbs were ghosts -- he's now a believer -- but does admit they could be totally unrelated.

Whatever they are, it is certainly a spooky picture -- and only this blog has it!









new edition


Well, the latest entry as promised hasn't exactly happened yet. I was going to do it tonight, but something else happened instead -- I became a new mother! No, not that kind. Good grief. I can barely take care of myself, let alone an actual human infant. No, I'm talking about being a different kind of mother. I mean, of course, a momma to a mouse!

I don't even like mice. They're cute from far away, but up close they stink, bite and poop little gross brown pellets everywhere. I'm not scared of them, but I'm not a big fan of them, either, at least as pets.

However, while climbing up the four flights of stairs to get to my friend's apartment tonight, I noticed that a cage with a white mouse curled up inside was left out on the stairwell. There was no food in the mouse's cage, and the air around it reeked of urine and mouse hair. I thought the creature was dead, since it was curled up so tightly and fast asleep.

I felt horrible that someone left a dead mouse on the landing, and when I knocked on my friend's door a moment later, I immediately asked "what was up" with the dead rodent. I was assured the mouse wasn't dead, but it wasn't being taken care of or loved, either. My friend and her sister had been trying to leave water and food for the mouse the past few days, and had no idea who had gotten rid of it so callously and carelessly. It appeared no one was caring for it, and it was strange to see it sitting out in a tiny cage on the top floor of an apartment complex.

Me being me, I decided something had to be done for that poor animal. Much later, as I was leaving my friend's apartment, I decided to 'mousenap' the caged animal and be his/her foster mother for a few days until a suitable new parent could be found.

It looks like I have a friend who wants to take over mouse parenting responsibilities, so I'm very glad I rescued the animal. Oh, and the first thing I did when I took it was home was clean out the cage, put in shredded toilet paper for bedding (it was too late to go out and buy cedar shavings), gave the mouse some fresh water and a bowl brimming with food. After realizing he is a nocturnal creature WHO DOESN'T STOP SCRATCHING AROUND, I placed mouse and cage on my fire escape where he will be safe for the night, and out of harm's way (i.e. within feline reach).

Seriously ... my paranormal entry will come SOON!


Thursday, July 26, 2007

squirrel mania!

Meet The Lone Ranger, a very friendly squirrel who decided he (or she?) would try to make off with my candy wrapper today at the park. Ranger was very obliging and allowed me to snap some adorable photos of his(her?) squirrelness. Some of the snaps:














Wednesday, July 25, 2007

coney island: 1903


Vintage Coney Island, circa 1903 & 1904:
(fast forward if you get bored ... really interesting footage if you're patient).


Tuesday, July 24, 2007

update


Back in New York.

It's good to be around seven million people again. The energy and electricity of living in a place like this always astounds me after I've been gone for a few days. It's exhausting, yes, but also empowering.

But enough about that.

I have a post coming up that deals with the paranormal, thanks to my friend Andrew Smiley. He visited a haunted town in New England, and has a photo to potentially prove just how creepy the place is. I asked him for permission to post the photo on here, so look forward to that in the next day or so.

Anyway, I've been running around like a crazy lady the past few weeks, and today is my Day of Rest. (Not the Sabbath kind, but my own version of it.) This means LOTS of tv watching, finishing my netflix movies, reading and basically relaxing at all costs.

The travel blog is due for an update as well. Another post about India, most likely New Delhi ... I'm such a slow poster. Oh well!

Visit back soon. And please, leave some comments about what you want to read/see/hear/whatever.



Wednesday, July 11, 2007

summer storms & an orchestral moment

I feel like posting again. It's sort of been a Posting-In-My-Blog-Fever kind of day. Well, and evening at this point. Life has been UP and down lately, but I
guess that keeps things interesting. Or some crap like that. I tell myself these things to keep from going nuts.

Tonight we had a very satisfying storm here in New York City. It poured rain. Practically biblical. It was a warm, passionate kind of rainfall. There was even a sprinkling of thunder, as any proper summer storm should have. I was eating dinner outside when it started raining. Luckily I was under a tent, but I still got splashed. Coming home I got soaked.

It seems like I've been caught in several storms so far this summer. I was wandering around the lower east side during the first one. I got soaked to the bone. I was running around, trying to dart under the cover of awnings and the overhangs hovering above storefronts. Everyone else was doing the same thing, which made it kind of fun. A communal moment, so to speak.

That same night I got rained on a second time when the skies decided to unleash their fury yet again. I power walked my butt home. The rain was so heavy and dense that it was difficult to see. Lightning was flashing, and it struck a building near by at one point. I was so started by how loud it was that I literally flinched. I turned off my cell phone at that point, worried it was going to attract a bolt of electricity. Frying myself is not an option I want to take.

I've been mentioning the subway a lot lately on here, but I have to do it yet again ... groans all around, I know. I have to ask myself 'what is my obsession with traveling around underground?!' But there you have it -- the simple fact that I have one. Underground is neat.

During these summer storms it gets very wet and damp in the stations. Water drips everywhere, on to clothes, shoes, cement platforms and all over the tracks. Puddles form in the oddest places. Trains coming from elevated rail lines are plastered with droplets of rain. Even the litter on the ground gets wet.

I enjoy it though. It feels a teeny bit like being in a giant aquarium. Granted, this is by a loooooooooong stretch of the imagination, but still, if you have one it's entirely possible. I think of all my fellow subway riders as little fish floating under the sea. The effect would be complete with plastic seaweed drifting about.

But, back to the rain. I'm glad it came tonight. I've been waiting for it, watching it roll in on the weather reports.

Oh! and in other news I heard the New York Philharmonic last night. It was at a free concert in the park. It seemed to me that well over a thousand people were there, all spread out on their picnic blankets. Pet dogs and little children were in abundance. People had brought wine, snacks and, in some cases, complete three course meals. Fireworks rounded out the evening. All in all, a lovely concert. The program was good, although ending the concert with Tchaikovsky's 6th symphony was an odd choice -- very depressing and no rousing finale.

It was so lovely to sit and hear music in Prospect Park, though. Classical music is hard to come by, and being able to listen to it with my toes planted in the grass was very nice.

The orchestra plays in the park every year. For many people it's a bit of a summer tradition to go and hear the NY Phil perform in Brooklyn. I can understand why too -- great orchestra, terrible accoustics but amazing setting!

All in all, a very wonderful experience.








Sums up my week:

I guess that I miss you
I guess I forgive you
I'm glad you stood in my way.

-- Leonard Cohen

everything you ever wanted to know about the subway

New Yorkers spend a lot of time underground. Literally. Roughly 7 million of us ride on the subway each day, which adds up to around 2 billion (yes, billion) rides annually. Given these figures, it comes as no surprise that New York City has the largest subway car fleet in the world. These cars snake around on a massive and complex system of rails that make their way through all 5 boroughs. Oh yeah, and the MTA (Mass Transit Authority, the organization in charge of all of this) employs almost 47,000 people. That's a whole lot of minds working to make the lives of 7 million people easier each day.

My fascination with the subway started the moment I moved to the city. Taking the subway has become a part of my daily life, a routine ritual that I have come to love. Yes, the rides are noisy, dirty and sometimes long. Yet there is always something exciting to me about rolling around underneath city streets. With rare exception, almost nothing above ground impacts what happens below. It can be hailing, pouring rain or lightning in the world above, but below ground it will always be reliably humid, brightly lit and hail, rain and lightning free.

On a recent bus ride that was departing from a small town out of state, I had the pleasure of sitting next to an older man who happened to be a current MTA employee. He was a very talkative fellow, obviously bored with his daily routine of taking the bus an hour and a half everyday to get to his evening shift supervising subway car repairs in Brooklyn. He was so chatty, in fact, that he didn't run out of things to say the entire trip. My head was spinning by the time we reached Manhattan.

True, I plied him with questions. I wanted to know what working for the MTA was like, who they hire and what the various jobs entail. I put my anthropological training to work, interviewing the man like he was a field source. He was obliging with his answers, holding back neither opinion or fact.

Here are some of the things he told me. I found them interesting enough to pass along to you. I think many people take the subway and MTA workers for granted, when in reality the city would come to a standstill if anything happened to the public transportation system. Knowing a little about how it all works and some 'insider' info can be revealing, to say the least.

Dangers On The Job

Yes, most of jobs MTA employees fulfill are dangerous. While there are a slew of people who have nothing to do with actually working the transportation grid, there are thousands of souls who do interact with high voltage, tons of steel and electrified mechanical parts everyday.

Those who make track repairs have perhaps some of the most dangerous jobs. (It should be noted that the MTA employees who do this type of work are mostly men.) While there are safety mechanisms in place, mistakes happen.

"A worker might hear a train coming down the track he's working on, so he jumps over to the next track over where trains go in the opposite direction. However, a common fatal mistake is to not notice that another train is coming down that track as well. If this happens, the worker will be struck by one train and bounced over to the other train like a basketball, getting slammed back and forth. It always kills them." These words of wisdom come from my MTA informer. It should be noted that every track has a little ledge for workers to hop onto in case of emergency, but often workers simply jump over to the next track if a train is coming. This is how a lot of MTA employees get run over.

Another dangerous position is working in repairs. Mechanics and electricians work in teams of two, relying on one another to keep each other safe. This works when both employees speak the same language. You have to be able to understand phrases like "turn off the electrical switch" or "turn off the gears." However, problems arise when two partners don't speak the same language. A recent influx of Russian repairmen who don't speak good English have caused some recent accidents.

No matter where they are, when working on tracks or cars, employees wear safety gear such as insulated boots. These are designed to help prevent avoidable accidents.


The Subway Routes

I've always been curious about the people who drive the subway cars. Every day I hear their voices over various subway intercoms, ghostly and anonymous, announcing the various stops and that always annoying 'important message from the New York City Police Department' about suspicious packages and random bag searches. While I always hear these men and women, I almost never see them. They're an unknown entity, like ether or aliens.

According to my source, subway drivers don't get to pick their own routes for the first couple of years they work for the MTA. Routes (and other jobs) are picked by employees based on seniority. Those who have worked at the MTA the longest get the first pick of jobs. Those who have worked the shortest amount of time get stuck with the leftovers no one else wanted.

Some train lines are more desirable than others. Long lines, such as the A, are the ones most likely to be driven by the newest MTA employees. Older workers don't want this job, because it's such a long and tedious route. They'd rather keep to shorter lines such as the L, which cover less distance and has more stops.


Getting The Job

Getting a job with the MTA can be a difficult process. You're drug tested (and then can expect to be randomly tested again multiple times after gaining employment), interviewed and must pass a proficiency exam. Mechanical and engineering positions are especially difficult, requiring both experience and a working knowledge of engineering.

My source informed me that there have been waves of varying nationalities getting the repair jobs over the years. Earlier in the century it was Indians, and before that it was those from the Caribbean. Now it's Russians and Slavs.

Cheating on English proficiency exams happens. All foreign workers get tested, but many pay fellow employees off to get copies of exams beforehand. It isn't uncommon to find workers who speak almost zero English working repairs. This causes problems when accidents happen because of language related issues, such as not understanding when a co-worker asks "shut off the electricity" and it isn't done because his fellow worker can't understand what he's asking.

However, it's important to note that many young Americans don't want an MTA position. Or, if they do want a position and get it, they often leave shortly after signing a contract. This is because almost all new workers must work a night shift and put up with dangerous conditions. Many young Americans also don't have the work ethic of their foreign peers. Coming in late to work is not tolerated, nor is missing a day for any reason. According to my new found MTA friend, "you can come in to work, do nothing from 9 to 5, and be OK. As long as you are there on time no one cares. But if you miss a day or are 5 minutes late, you're screwed."


Figures & Facts

None of the following information came from the man I spoke with. However, it's all easily found online at reliable sources such as the MTA's official website.

* The infamous electrified third rail is the one to avoid if you should ever fall onto the tracks. It carries 625 volts of electricity, and will electrocute you or anything that touches it.

* The longest subway ride you can take without a transfer is on the A train, from Brooklyn to the Bronx. It is 31 mile ride. The longest subway ride on the system (with a transfer) is the 2 train in the Bronx to the A train in Brooklyn. You'll end up riding 38 miles of rail.

* There are 842 miles of tracks in the New York system -- about the distance from Manhattan to Chicago.

* As of 2005, there were 468 stations in the system. This includes both above and below ground stops.

Wednesday, July 04, 2007

happy fourth of july!!


HAPPY FOURTH OF JULY!

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I hope it was a lovely holiday for my fellow bloggers and blog readers.
Oh, and ...
Happy Birthday to my dear America!

I spent my holiday in the middle of Little Italy/China Town. I was surrounded by fireworks, holiday spirit and people cheering at the spectacle of dozens of colored explosions shimmering in the sky.

A small group of us drank whiskey on a friend's rooftop which was very close to the fireworks display over the river. It was wonderful to stand there, in the middle of lower Manhattan, surrounded by friends, with a whiskey in hand and the cheers of a neighborhood full of drunken people surrounding me.

And to those in Latin/South America who have national independence holidays coming up ... enjoy your fireworks, celebrations and flag waving too!

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Tuesday, July 03, 2007

short n' handy guide for visitors


Hola muchachos y muchachas,

Happy Summer. I hope it's been treating everyone decently. It's been off to an alright start for me ... not great, not bad. Just alright.

The Fourth of July is in less than 24 hours. Fireworks time! The city is flooded with tourists coming in to see the big show. I mean literally, the place is flooded. Manhattan is thick with out-of-towners standing around gawking and clutching over sized maps. I've seen more Boy Scout Troops, moms and daughters, fathers and sons, European and Japanese teenagers and couples from Down South in the past week than I have in months. It's like Christmas In The City Part II. Nuts! I don't begrudge the tourists their excitement though -- they may not know where they are going, and may be totally clueless about street etiquette, but they certainly look excited to be here and that feeling is infectious. I walk by them with a little pride in my step. I live here, after all! A place everyone else is coming to visit and stare at!

Anyway, with all the tourists in town, I've noticed that there are a few things they always do that make them stand out. This, of course, makes them immediate magnets for any homeless beggars, bums or crazies that may be wandering around trying to take economic advantage of the season.

Here's my Short N' Handy Guide To Not Looking Like A Tourist In New York City:

1) Don't haul your street map out at every intersection. Standing around on a busy street corner looking confused while your face is buried in a map screams I DON'T KNOW WHERE I AM. I AM LOST. PLEASE ROB ME, CURSE AT ME FOR BLOCKING TRAFFIC AND TRY TO SELL ME RIP-OFF SUNGLASSES. Seriously, to anyone visiting the city: figure out the streets before you get here! And ask! Manhattan has to be one of the easiest places on earth to get around -- just take a few minutes and study a map, ask for directions and, for the love of all things holy, please don't block the way of those people trying to get past you.

2) You don't need a portable subway map. Every subway car has at least one. Use them. That way you won't hit me in the face with your precious little map every time you unfold it on the train.

3) Keep your kids on a leash. Some New Yorkers are less friendly to children than I am and may stomp on tykes who are running around like lunatics and bumping people. Most New Yorkers keep their kids well behaved in public, and tourists should too.

4) If you are a visitor and have an accent, use it to your advantage. Australians and the British are especially popular. If you're from the southeast and you're female, use your southern charm on males. They melt. Very useful when asking for directions.

5) Ask New Yorkers questions! Man, we're a friendly bunch. Well, sometimes. Approach someone who looks sane, not too hassled and doesn't have a cell phone pressed up to their ear. Don't be put off if the person you ask isn't too receptive at first -- we're slow to warm up to people. Once we do though, we're helpful. I've always found people from Brooklyn and Queens to be more friendly than those from Manhattan, so if you see anyone wearing a BROOKLYN or QUEENS shirt -- ask 'em for help. (Word of advice: if you're a man or a group of males, don't ask a female who is by herself for help. That's creepy.)

6) Speak English. I've been asked for directions in Spanish, Russian and god knows what else, and every time I want to be say, "It's a common courtesy to speak the language of the country you are visiting. LEARN SOME DAMN ENGLISH."

7) Don't complain about America publicly or loudly. I especially hate this when Europeans do it. Seriously, go back to England or whatever. America divorced your country for a reason.

8) Avoid buying NYPD, NYFD or other touristy cliches at places where they will be heavily marked up, such as in China Town or Midtown. In general, avoid eating in Midtown too -- few things are worse than a $12 sandwich.

9) Just remember: Times Square is cliche. No sane New Yorker goes to the place. Avoid at all costs.