Some photos
Saturday July 31, 2010
Yesterday we had some of the best weather in New York City I’ve seen since sometime in June. Low humidity, sunny, breezy, cool. I was inspired to turn off the internet and head out to some of my neighborhood writing spots, but before I did, I grabbed the camera and took a few (dozen) photos. I told myself I’d take some panorama shots of Manhattan from Brooklyn on the next low humidity day because what people say about New York is true — when it’s muggy, there’s a definite haze. Luckily the weather cooperated… and luckily, I figured out how to use Photoshop to stitch panoramas together!
Here’s the noon shot I took from the roof:
A non-panoramic shot:

Looking south at the Williamsburg Bridge, Manhattan Bridge, and Brooklyn Bridge; downtown Brooklyn is to the left, downtown Manhattan to the right (including the East Village & farther away, the Financial District)
Then, later, from the pier:
I love New York. Love, love, love.
And, because I can — Rachel the five month old kitten.
Yep. Lots of adorable kitten right there. (And yes, she has a flying squirrel toy she is intent upon eviscerating one day. My little predator.)
Things my studio apartment taught me.
Wednesday January 21, 2009
Living in 400 square feet is hard. Sharing that space with your future spouse is even more difficult. I’ve spent since July 2007 figuring out how to do this despite the fact that I dream of the day we can move into a bigger space — and gripe about the unrealistic sizes/costs of the New York City apartments in films/TV shows set in the city…. But even so this has been valuable. Moving from an admittedly gigantic bedroom I did not share into a dorm room (that I had to share…ugh…) was a special kind of pain. Moving from that into a one bedroom apartment at Pittsburgh rent prices was different. Moving from that to an apartment a fraction of the size of that apartment’s living room was… oh, dear. But as the title of this post indicates, I like to think it’s taught me something. Or many things, all of them being valuable. I am a glass-half-full person. If I wasn’t I’d be mad for several reasons by now. So here’s the rundown of my lessons to live by in a small apartment.
Lesson #1. If there is empty space — horizontally or vertically – anywhere in your apartment, you’re wasting valuable storage real estate.
This includes under desks, on top of bookcases (to the ceiling, people!), on top of dressers, underneath the bed. (Every single square inch of under bed space is currently used. Every single inch.) Under the desk go the printer, file boxes (I file everything quite meticulously), a box for the space heater when it’s not in use, and a little chest of drawers with office supplies & electronic gadgetry. We use a bookshelf near the kitchen for kitchen things — coffee maker, blender, fruit bowl — and a cubby hole storage unit near the entranceway/kitchen for dry food goods, winter hats & gloves, shoes, and my purses/bags. On top of the bookshelf go baskets of various things (candle holders & seasonal items; storage items like bubblewrap & foamy stuff I’ve been collecting to prepare for our move eventually; plastic serveware).
The miracle of today’s storage solutions is that things like baskets, colorful boxes, and patterned bins exist solely for the purpose of storage in plain sight. So long as it’s attractive, you can store anything right where everyone will see it. Really. Don’t think about stashing everything away, especially when you’re going to (with shoes or scarves in winter) use them frequently enough to find pulling them out of closets or under beds a hassle. Just go ahead, store it where everyone can see it.
Lesson #2. Stack. Everything.
Open our kitchen cabinets — they are all cabinet doors, no drawers whatsoever — and you’ll see that it’s packed as tightly as is possible for food to be. Of course that tends to lead to accidents — if you don’t unpack the cabinet when reaching for the tuna, the honey, soup, and tahini come tumbling down. But it’s a miracle what some shelf-shelving (the stackable stuff; undershelf hanging baskets for plasticware & plastic bags) plus some gosh darn OCD ingenuity can do for your kitchen storage space. Our silverware holder sits on top of a seldom-used mini loaf pan. Our fire extinguisher is stuck in the little corner made by stacking 9″x9″ baking pans on top of 9″x13″ baking pans. Every little bit of space in our kitchen is being used for something and if not it’s for good reason. (i.e. I kept knocking the same thing over so many times when it was stored in one location I knew it was time to keep that location clear.)
Lesson #3. Rethink ways to use items beyond their suggested uses.
Bookshelves are not only for books. Turns out books can be stacked 2 rows deep and shelves can be used for stacked organizers for files and papers.
Shelves can be used as locations for colorful storage bins that hold any number of things (shoes, winter accessories) that can slide in and out. DVD shelves can be used for series paperbacks & computer discs/games. Dressers can double as media stands (as our short one does for our television).
A “desk” can become a “dining room table” just as it can then morph into a “computer desk.” (Currently our “dining table” is both multi-purpose flat space, dining table, & computer desk; we are two people with two computers.)
Magnets, magnets, magnets. In the kitchen, a magnetic “bulletin” strip became a holder of pot holders (magnetic hooks are your friends), our swiffer duster (magnetic clothes pin), & recipes. The wall above my desk is also a filing cabinet of important documents, organized through a bulletin board, magnetic board, and dry erase board (an adhesive “for college students” dry erase board that is terrific). Everything important gets tacked or magneted up and the place gets cleaned of old things on a regular basis. If it’s in front of me I always know where it is. The front door, made of fire-proof metal, is also magnetic. Instantly (using the STRONG magnets) holds letters & bills to be mailed, reminders of not to forget things on the way out, coupons, & dry cleaning receipts. We’ve never been late on the rent and I’ve never lost a dry cleaning receipt.
Lesson #4. Boxes (stackable, square or round) are your friend. As are (colored) permanent markers & labels.
Having learned from the kitchen that “stack everything” is crucial, this then requires boxes. Whether they be small kitchen plasticware, recycled shoe boxes, or recycled UPS delivery boxes, one can never have enough boxes. In fact, one should always keep a stack of various sizes (collapsed & stuffed behind furniture) on hand at all times. These boxes, filled & properly labeled) can be stacked to excess in the very tops of closets (go to the ceiling) along the sides of closets (you know, the part on the floor you can’t see because it’s hidden away from the door? Fill it with stacked boxes. With labels.) and everywhere else you can think.
Lesson #5. The smaller the space, the more frequently it needs to be cleaned.
Keep on hand at all times: a hand-held vacuum, antibacterial or pre-moistened wet wipes of various kinds (the all-in-one glass, counter, computer ones? Yes), a duster (preferably one that is not feathered & has disposable fluffy parts), & air freshener (via candle, spray bottle/can, plug-in device, or other method). Believe me when I tell you they have been indespensible to my existence. Perhaps it’s because when it comes down to it I’m a neat freak, or perhaps it’s because we’re people who lead really active and dust-raising lives, but I feel I have to do the cursory clean almost daily and the spring cleaning deep clean every month. Oh, and the air freshener? It’s amazing what having the kitchen share the air as the rest of your living space will do to your nose. Let anything sit in the garbage too long… Ew. (Which reminds me: don’t have a garbage can bigger than what fits the standard “medium” 8 gallon garbage bags (which are hard to find in a city where convenience stores and drug stores value shelf space as much as the rest of us do). 14 gallon? Pshaw. Your garbage will be sitting there for too long if you wait for that big boy to fill. We have a counter-top bin for organic waste (orange peels, egg shells) that gets tied and put in the big bag to be taken the chute, minimizing on scent all around.
Another tip: Clean when the sun hits the apartment. You know there’s a golden hour when the sun hits every [New York] apartment (well, not basement or the really cheap ones). Whenever it is, plan to clean then. The wonderful thing about direct sunlight is that it shows you just how dusty your bookselves are and where the bunnies are hiding under your desk. Cleaning at night with every single light on isn’t nearly as effective at showing you the little things you can easily miss in the quick once-over of the apartment. And you do want to clean quickly and efficiently, don’t you?
Lesson #6. Be realistic about keeping things around.
Every single inch is a treasure in 400 square feet. If you have the luxury of family (aka free and happy storage units) nearby, that’s one thing, but if you don’t, think about everything you’re keeping around. Realistically, will you use it? Will you wear it? Donate, donate, donate, and use your garbage can. Goodwill got to have the shoes & clothes that I couldn’t justify keeping in my closet with its negative space. The local library’s used book shop will enjoy the books I finally make myself donate because I just won’t read them ever again and really, I need the shelf space for the books I will reread. (When I do that, ugh.)
Lesson #7. Strive to keep things in their proper place at all times.
Not only will you remember where things are if they’re always where you expect them to be, but it keeps the floor and all horizontal spaces clear if you put things away immediately. Kitchen counter gets cluttered with dirty and clean dishes — put them in the dishwasher/sink or cabinets. Purses or bags on the floor? Empty them of the important stuff and shove them or hang them where they go. That sweater you wore once that’s still clean and is currently hanging over the back of the chair? Soon the sweater becomes the pile which is then a monstrosity of organization to have to deal with. Prevent the pile and put the darned sweater away immediately. This was the hardest lesson I had to learn and I’m still trying to be good about it. I’m pretty good about emptying bags/purses and putting them away and both Bryan and I got good at hanging jackets/sweatshirts up immediately last year out of necessity.
I can’t wait to move into a bigger place, but “bigger” will probably only be another hundred square feet, if that (though a bedroom door would be lovely). Living in a studio has forced me to be more organized than ever, simply out of sheer necessity, and it’s given me a measure of satisfaction to see how much stuff I’ve been able to pack away by using my proven storage methods of boxing and stacking and cramming. It’s really worked and really… I’m glad we’ve gotten to live here. It has tested our sanity but if we can handle this, we can handle a lot of things.
2008 and other such reminiscences
Wednesday December 31, 2008
I suppose this is the obligatory “year in review” post. I never really write these accurately. They always turn into much longer, ramblier reminiscences.
I find myself thinking about the past year usually around my birthday in November, simply because the birthday milestone always strikes me more deeply than the new year’s milestone. (Their relative proximity helps.) I usually can’t remember to write the new year’s date until past April, anyway. I’m usually good throughout January but into February and March I have a last year’s date relapse until in April I start writing the correct year automatically. Then I find sometimes in September I’ll accidentally write “2007″ or “2002″ or whatever the case happens to be and I’ll stare at the paper, say, “It’s September, for goodness’ sake!” and then giggle at the date.
It’s flurrying presently and with the windchill it feels about 20 degrees Fahrenheit which both adds to the new year’s flavor and makes me very happy that Bryan and I are not the sort to want to go to Times Square to watch the ball drop this evening. I haven’t yet met any person who lives in New York City who has any desire to actually go do that. (Especially in rain or snow.) Additionally I haven’t met any residents who live/work in Manhattan who like being around tourists. For the most part the tourists walk slowly, gawk, and get in the way of New Yorkers attempting to go about their daily routines, and if you know anything about the New Yorker stereotype you know we’re all impatient, ornery, and loud-mouthed. (It doesn’t take more than a month or two of residence or employment here to develop at least one of those traits. Even my very even-tempered friends feel the New Yorker temperament pulling at them.)
But back to the “year in review” part. (See? I’m bad at staying on-topic.) 2008 was busy. Busy and full of change, but looking back, nearly every year I’ve ever had has been both busy and full of changes. If I look back and call a year “slow and boring and all the same” I will cry. That’s not living life well, to my mind.
2009 will, in all likelihood, be busier than 2008. In 2009 there will be an epically historic presidential inauguration, my bridal shower, our wedding, our annual ski trip to Utah, our honeymoon to the Caribbean, two Pennsylvania receptions in May for the March wedding, and then a move from our current studio apartment once this lease is up at the start of the summer. I can’t wait to move to a bigger place. After the move, who knows what will happen in 2009. Hopefully the economy will be back up (or getting up), things won’t seem nearly as bleak in general when we look out at the future.
2008 started with us as we were at the end of 2007. Bryan was working as an investment banker, gone most of the week and when he was home he was either exhausted or too wired, mostly glued to his computer while I was glued to mine. We watched a lot of television; I did a lot of stuff alone, like eat dinners and listen to music and pretend to work out on our home’s elliptical. Over the summer, things got weird and interesting. Bryan got pounded by his bosses. He pulled all-nighters and had no time to breathe. He got to the point where he could not countenance working there any longer and took a leave of absence in July. During the leave he called up a contact and arranged an interview — and found himself another job. He formally quit and moved jobs in August and then we found ourselves in a strange place. We were finally able to set a date for the wedding, now that Bryan’s job wasn’t going to be able to keep him from attending it (as might have been the case with banking). Bryan was working normal business hours (9 to 5 or 6) instead of banker’s hours (9 to 12 or 2am) and we had so much more time together. We had to rearrange the studio apartment to give us some peace and some more space to work; we started eating meals and enjoying the city together. Things settled back to normal for the fall and in November I threw myself into NaNoWriMo with gusto, ultimately winning. December burred by in activity associated with the wedding and now it’s finally at the end of the year.
This year I read a lot of books, though I feel as if I read more at the end of 2007 than I did for most of 2008. Even so I encountered a lot of new authors. I accomplished a lot with my books and my worlds, though I wasn’t as consistent a worker as I could have or should have been. I look forward to 2009 as I look forward to every new day: I know I can be better than I have been and I’ll keep striving for that.
Now at the end of 2008 I’ve been tremendously busy with wedding planning stuff and in early 2009 I imagine it’ll only get worse and more hectic. Only a few people are coming to this wedding and it’s taking up so much of my energy to plan it. I can’t even imagine having a wedding involving hundreds of guests. (I can barely imagine the cost, either.) But 2009 will bring that wedding and it’ll happen regardless of whether or not it goes off perfectly or with a few hitches. I’m confident things will work out and I’m trying somewhat desperately to not be a nitpicker, perfectionist, or obsessive control freak about every detail. I’m trying to be calm and relaxed about it all. We’ll see how it all ends up.
What else happened in 2008?
It was the first full year of my life I didn’t attend any school, as I can recall. (I started nursery school full-time in September of the year I turned 3 that November, with pre-school the year after that. I started Kindergarten at 4.)
I look back and marvel at how fast all of it went by. What happened in 2008? The seasons changed, the layout of the apartment changed, we explored more of Manhattan than we ever have… we got older. And it’s done already. I remember thinking, back in the late 1990s, that 2010 was so far away. But as of tomorrow, 2010 will be next year. I’m… flabbergasted. I still remember when that year seemed something futuristic, unreal.
I think sometimes that the years I spent in high school were the longest years of my life and every year that leads me further from that time makes that sentiment all the more real. These years beyond that have gone by fast — speed-of-light quickly, a few of them. Like the college years. I was having too much fun for time of have lingered pleasantly around those years. “Time flies when you’re having fun” and all of that? Why is it so true? I didn’t have a lot of fun in high school and the days seemed to hang on me. For a lot of it, I was miserably focused on work, reading, and writing, not really looking up and staring at the world beyond a vague wish/prayer for it to be over as soon as could be arranged. Perhaps most of my elementary and secondary schooling years were that long. Fifth grade seemed to take an eternity. Eighth grade was a good year, I think; that one went fast.
I guess I’m glad 2008 is over. 2007 being over was much more somber because it meant so many things were real. 2008 ending is just a year ending. I’m looking forward to too many things in 2009 to be forlorn about this year’s end.
So happy new year, everyone. I hope your 2009 is exciting.
Winter wonderland?
Friday December 19, 2008
It’s been snowing for most of the day here in New York City and it’s mushy outside. It hardly even looked like it was snowing but for the accumulation. The Christmas tree sellers who are camped on the sidewalk outside our apartment building put a little tree on a post near their hut:
It’s probably the closest I’m going to get to seeing a snow-covered Christmas tree this Christmas, but hey, it’s New York — I could take the trek and brave the tourists down at Rockefeller Center, if I really wanted.
When New York City gets “blanketed” it’s never very pretty unless it’s the big white flake kind of snow that accumulates in quantities of at least 6 inches or a foot. Otherwise it’s grayish or mushy or icy.
When I was in high school, interning at a publishing company in Manhattan, there was a snowstorm in February that dumped almost two feet of snow on the city. Suburbs getting that much is one thing but it rarely happens in the city itself. I was up to my knees in it. What was miraculous about that storm was how silent it made the city. Cars couldn’t move; people hardly dared venture outside. None who braved the drifts (myself included) were really dressed as they should have been for stomping around in crazy snow. People in New York are certainly over-prepared for cold weather (the wind can cut between buildings with a pierching chill cold enough to rival my coldest ski mountain experiences) but the sheer quantity of that much snow left most people unprepared. Usually, though, if it’s snowing the sidewalks and streets are [pretty] clean almost immediately so usually you don’t even need snow boots, as you would in the suburbs where you probably have to trudge through your driveway to shovel it.
Anyway I bet the snow won’t stick around for long. It never really does. Hopefully I’ll get to enjoy it a little tomorrow.
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