NEW YORK NEW YORK

Over on Facebook the usual 'doom'ngloomantimamdani' folks who were screaming about the antiChrist made flesh, oh no, whatever shall we do, are oddly silent. Perhaps they choked on their bile. Or it's the end of times and fire is raining from their skies, their rivers are running with blood, and strange terrifying creatures are taking over their back yard.

Here in San Francisco, the sun just came out. The rain appears to have stopped. Time to do my laundry and bleach my 'Stalinist Mayhem' tee-shirt lily white.

New York City hasn't been the same since we let in all those damned non-Dutch speaking heathen English speakers. The ONLY good thing there is the pizza. And the museums. And the public library. For the rest, it's a shithole. For years I got to hear about the wonders of their damned bagels, why, these were manna from heaven the best thing ever all of you haven't had real bagels or corned beef sandwiches or sparkling selzer and "real" Chinese food plus bodegas, you poor schmucks you haven't even lived till you've eaten miserable hot dogs flavoured with nothing but onions mustard and stale cart water ......

And now the people that live there have just told you to go piss up a rope.

Who are the schmendricks now, you patzers?

It's time for all of you to wake up and smell the caffeinated beverage. The rest of us don't care about an overcrowded stinking metropolis with the world's largest sewer rats, cockroaches, and child-molesting real estate developers. Farshtey?

Exception being a very close friend who is heading there in two weeks, as he does every year, to eat well and spend hours at The Strand Bookstore. And the East Village. And Chinatown. And the Museums. Pilgrimage. Possibly schmalz herring.



MINOR POSTCRIPTVE RAMBLING

My plans today are, after laundry, eating lunch in Chinatown at a place favoured by families and elderly people, overwhelmingly non-caucasian, then grocery shopping, followed by milk tea, pastry, and conversation with deaf old geezers in an environment where Toishanese is the dominant language. Can't do that next week because I'll be getting ready to show up at a medical facility before the crack of dawn having fasted for twelve hours for a minor procedure during which they don't want me choking on what I ate the day before when they stick a breathing tube down my throat or whatever.

The good thing is I'll catch up on my sleep while I'm under, and should be up and walking again within hours. Though avoiding tobacco because nicotine is inimical to the restorative processes, which does not please me one bit. I will (probably) be not smoking for a few days afterwards. Expect some mighty peculiar and bitchy blog posts during that time. The last time that I 'quit' I lost several friends and we bombed somewhere. Besides mass protests and assaults on personal liberty. And food poisoning at various franchises.
Where I wouldn't eat if you paid me. Feh.
You've been warned.


Pizza and cheesecake help you heal. Very New York.
I've also heard good reports about hot dogs.
But only with onions and mustard.
Plus stale cart water.



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