<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7331855</id><updated>2011-10-05T11:28:46.883-04:00</updated><title type='text'>LETTERS FROM NEW YORK CITY</title><subtitle type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Digital conversations between me, my friends who died on 9/11, and those who visit here.&lt;/b&gt;</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersfromnyc.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7331855/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfromnyc.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Journey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--Wg5A29iZKI/Toxzpb02wUI/AAAAAAAAAbA/d_mzyn1LlLs/s220/41279.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>27</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7331855.post-1412814041935290040</id><published>2009-05-24T00:13:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T00:20:24.691-04:00</updated><title type='text'>To Service Members &amp; Their Families</title><summary type='text'>Having lots of things on my mind and unable to sleep I turn to you tube for some company and some interesting music. You tube never disappoints. Tonight’s gem is perfect, as I have a couple of big projects coming up in support of Service Members and their families – in particular the little ones.  Now I’m smiling, feeling better and finally sleepy. Enjoy the music!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7331855/posts/default/1412814041935290040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7331855/posts/default/1412814041935290040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfromnyc.blogspot.com/2009/05/to-service-members-their-families.html' title='To Service Members &amp; Their Families'/><author><name>Journey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--Wg5A29iZKI/Toxzpb02wUI/AAAAAAAAAbA/d_mzyn1LlLs/s220/41279.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7331855.post-8100662953088206961</id><published>2009-05-20T15:28:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T16:06:14.039-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Fleet Week in NYC!</title><summary type='text'>What is Fleet Week?: The first Fleet Week in NYC occurred for our nation's bicentenial in 1976. It was a such a hugely popular event that once the economy recovered NY made plans to bring the Fleet back. And they have been here every memorial day since 1984, honoring the U.S. Air Force, Army, Navy and Marine Corps. The week features military demonstrations, as well as the opportunity for the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7331855/posts/default/8100662953088206961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7331855/posts/default/8100662953088206961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfromnyc.blogspot.com/2009/05/its-fleet-week-in-nyc.html' title='It&apos;s Fleet Week in NYC!'/><author><name>Journey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--Wg5A29iZKI/Toxzpb02wUI/AAAAAAAAAbA/d_mzyn1LlLs/s220/41279.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pxf6WhES6Hk/ShRhQ88MX-I/AAAAAAAAATc/fJx_ieGE8_A/s72-c/fleet+week+helis.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7331855.post-6756973233442307481</id><published>2009-05-15T23:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T00:00:25.204-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lighthouse Challenge</title><summary type='text'>Here's something I used to do years ago and wish I had time for now: The "Lighthouse Challenge."  If you visit 10 Long Island lighthouses (pictured above is the Long Beach Bar Lighthouse at Peconic Bay) this Saturday at your own pace, between 8 a.m. and 6 p.m., you'll receive a commemorative souvenir at the end of the journey. Individual lighthouse fees apply. For info call 631-661-4876, or visit</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7331855/posts/default/6756973233442307481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7331855/posts/default/6756973233442307481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfromnyc.blogspot.com/2009/05/lighthouse-challenge.html' title='Lighthouse Challenge'/><author><name>Journey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--Wg5A29iZKI/Toxzpb02wUI/AAAAAAAAAbA/d_mzyn1LlLs/s220/41279.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pxf6WhES6Hk/Sg45D4KNOYI/AAAAAAAAATU/nNzVovzTnDo/s72-c/Peconic+Bay+Lighthouse.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7331855.post-1239159740545563625</id><published>2009-03-01T20:46:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T21:05:32.989-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>~ Looking For Your Face ~ by RumiFrom the beginning of my lifeI have been looking for your facebut today I have seen itToday I have seenthe charm, the beauty,the unfathomable graceof the facethat I was looking forToday I have found youand those who laughedand scorned me yesterdayare sorry that they were not lookingas I didI am bewildered by the magnificenceof your beautyand wish to see youwith a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7331855/posts/default/1239159740545563625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7331855/posts/default/1239159740545563625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfromnyc.blogspot.com/2009/03/looking-for-your-face-rumi.html' title=''/><author><name>Journey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--Wg5A29iZKI/Toxzpb02wUI/AAAAAAAAAbA/d_mzyn1LlLs/s220/41279.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7331855.post-8006079404313047136</id><published>2009-02-15T14:29:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T15:51:14.584-05:00</updated><title type='text'>~  My Burning Heart's Bittersweetness  ~</title><summary type='text'>Poems by Rumi; Translated by Deepak Chopra; Reading by Chopra &amp; Madonna~  My Burning Heart  ~My heart is burning with loveAll can see this flameMy heart is pulsing with passionlike waves on an oceanMy friends have become strangersand I’m surrounded by enemiesBut I’m free as the windno longer hurt by those who reproach meI’m at home wherever I amAnd in the room of loversI can see with closed </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7331855/posts/default/8006079404313047136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7331855/posts/default/8006079404313047136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfromnyc.blogspot.com/2009/02/bittersweetness.html' title='~  My Burning Heart&apos;s Bittersweetness  ~'/><author><name>Journey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--Wg5A29iZKI/Toxzpb02wUI/AAAAAAAAAbA/d_mzyn1LlLs/s220/41279.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7331855.post-5844335410454597085</id><published>2008-10-27T14:05:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T14:05:45.640-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Memo to the Undecided Voter</title><summary type='text'>Newsweek recently asked NYC Mayor, Mike Bloomberg, to share his thoughts on what the President-elect should focus on starting November 4th. What Bloomberg produced was a memorandum full of issues and ideas that Newsweek has published in their November 3rd issue.  In reading the memo I thought to myself "This is precisely the reason I'm really glad Bloomberg will be able to run for a 3rd term as </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7331855/posts/default/5844335410454597085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7331855/posts/default/5844335410454597085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfromnyc.blogspot.com/2008/10/memo-to-undecided-voter.html' title='Memo to the Undecided Voter'/><author><name>Journey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--Wg5A29iZKI/Toxzpb02wUI/AAAAAAAAAbA/d_mzyn1LlLs/s220/41279.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7331855.post-626205152188432911</id><published>2008-10-02T13:16:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T13:16:45.429-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Buffett on the State of the Economy</title><summary type='text'> </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7331855/posts/default/626205152188432911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7331855/posts/default/626205152188432911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfromnyc.blogspot.com/2008/10/buffett-on-state-of-economy.html' title='Buffett on the State of the Economy'/><author><name>Journey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--Wg5A29iZKI/Toxzpb02wUI/AAAAAAAAAbA/d_mzyn1LlLs/s220/41279.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7331855.post-1446881875781708448</id><published>2008-09-30T17:37:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T18:22:25.334-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Rescue is Needed/Who's to Blame</title><summary type='text'>Please watch the first 3 minutes of the first video below so you'll understand the impact of this crisis on you. Then watch the info on who's also to blame for this mess.  When you're done, contact you're congressional representative and let them know how you feel. Check out the list to see how your Representative voted, then tell them how you want them to vote. Currently representatives are </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7331855/posts/default/1446881875781708448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7331855/posts/default/1446881875781708448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfromnyc.blogspot.com/2008/09/why-rescue-is-needed.html' title='Why Rescue is Needed/Who&apos;s to Blame'/><author><name>Journey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--Wg5A29iZKI/Toxzpb02wUI/AAAAAAAAAbA/d_mzyn1LlLs/s220/41279.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7331855.post-7139227747044846944</id><published>2008-09-29T00:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T00:32:15.975-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Found this video accurate and interesting</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7331855/posts/default/7139227747044846944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7331855/posts/default/7139227747044846944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfromnyc.blogspot.com/2008/09/found-this-video-accurate-and.html' title='Found this video accurate and interesting'/><author><name>Journey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--Wg5A29iZKI/Toxzpb02wUI/AAAAAAAAAbA/d_mzyn1LlLs/s220/41279.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7331855.post-6997754232473276309</id><published>2008-09-14T10:07:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T10:52:15.982-04:00</updated><title type='text'>HUGE Mistakes</title><summary type='text'>Who is out of touch during this campaign?  Well, since the Dems are now finding themselves floundering, they are getting into the business of throwing muck, insults and stating lies (as well as calling the Republican candidates liars, McCain as toooooo old and Palin as a  greedy, flip/flopping, inexperienced woman candidate).  Bad move! REALLY BAD MOVE!!! They have just alienated 62% of the most </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7331855/posts/default/6997754232473276309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7331855/posts/default/6997754232473276309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfromnyc.blogspot.com/2008/09/huge-mistakes.html' title='HUGE Mistakes'/><author><name>Journey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--Wg5A29iZKI/Toxzpb02wUI/AAAAAAAAAbA/d_mzyn1LlLs/s220/41279.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pxf6WhES6Hk/SM0h48KBbeI/AAAAAAAAALU/j2mklplmZbI/s72-c/lipstickpig.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7331855.post-7120283926551113238</id><published>2008-09-11T15:25:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T15:27:02.389-04:00</updated><title type='text'>There Will Be No Peace</title><summary type='text'>Though mild clear weatherSmile again on the shire of your esteemAnd its colours come back, the storm has changed you:You will not forget, ever,The darkness blotting out hope, the galeProphesying your downfall.You must live with your knowledge.Way back, beyond, outside of you are others,In moonless absences you never heard of,Who have certainly heard of you,Beings of unknown number and gender:And </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7331855/posts/default/7120283926551113238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7331855/posts/default/7120283926551113238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfromnyc.blogspot.com/2008/09/there-will-be-no-peace.html' title='There Will Be No Peace'/><author><name>Journey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--Wg5A29iZKI/Toxzpb02wUI/AAAAAAAAAbA/d_mzyn1LlLs/s220/41279.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7331855.post-112433347586509021</id><published>2005-08-17T22:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-17T22:51:16.350-04:00</updated><title type='text'>View of Lower Manhattan</title><summary type='text'>I've not been feeling well since this afternoon.  Sitting here, watching such a beautiful sunset unfold before me, I thought I'd try and capture it so I could share it with you.The picture doesn't do it justice.  Maybe it was all in my state of mind,     either way I hope you like it.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7331855/posts/default/112433347586509021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7331855/posts/default/112433347586509021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfromnyc.blogspot.com/2005/08/view-of-lower-manhattan.html' title='View of Lower Manhattan'/><author><name>Journey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--Wg5A29iZKI/Toxzpb02wUI/AAAAAAAAAbA/d_mzyn1LlLs/s220/41279.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7331855.post-112421306841833552</id><published>2005-08-16T13:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-16T13:24:29.203-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hot? Wear Nothing!</title><summary type='text'> Wear Nothing...but gold that is.  At least that's what Fortunoff's wants us to do.  Some windows huh?I couldn't help taking this pic &amp; sharing it w/all of you.  Enjoy!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7331855/posts/default/112421306841833552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7331855/posts/default/112421306841833552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfromnyc.blogspot.com/2005/08/hot-wear-nothing.html' title='Hot? Wear Nothing!'/><author><name>Journey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--Wg5A29iZKI/Toxzpb02wUI/AAAAAAAAAbA/d_mzyn1LlLs/s220/41279.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7331855.post-112398526067372272</id><published>2005-08-13T23:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-13T22:41:53.940-04:00</updated><title type='text'>NYC subways safer than ever</title><summary type='text'>I couldn't help but take this picture for my blogsis Bou, of  Boudicca's Voice. She shared with me once that although her husband comes to NY a number of times each year, she doesn't join him because she's afraid.Afraid??!! "What is there to be afraid of?", I thought to myself. Then I got home and after watching an episode of Law &amp; Order SVU last night I realized, no wonder she's afraid to visit </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7331855/posts/default/112398526067372272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7331855/posts/default/112398526067372272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfromnyc.blogspot.com/2005/08/nyc-subways-safer-than-ever.html' title='NYC subways safer than ever'/><author><name>Journey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--Wg5A29iZKI/Toxzpb02wUI/AAAAAAAAAbA/d_mzyn1LlLs/s220/41279.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7331855.post-112398546357308296</id><published>2005-08-13T22:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-18T20:12:08.833-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Russo's</title><summary type='text'>Best homemade pasta EVER! 'nuf said. Oh, as for location... I don't know... some things I just don't want to share, they might run out of my spinach and salmon ravioli that I love so much. Then where would I be?  Alright, alright, I'll share... They're located to the left of Veniero's. For location see this post.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7331855/posts/default/112398546357308296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7331855/posts/default/112398546357308296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfromnyc.blogspot.com/2005/08/russos.html' title='Russo&apos;s'/><author><name>Journey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--Wg5A29iZKI/Toxzpb02wUI/AAAAAAAAAbA/d_mzyn1LlLs/s220/41279.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7331855.post-112378607231402356</id><published>2005-08-12T14:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-18T20:08:54.180-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Vintage NY</title><summary type='text'>This lovely boutique, which is called Tokyo Joe's, for one of the owner's, has high-end vintage clothing for sale at reasonable prices. One thing's for sure, you'll look very good while standing out in these stylish, yet gently worn clothing. It's a fashion must for every trendy eastsider.The shop is conveniently located on 12 St. between 1st &amp; 2nd Avenues, just a few doors up from Veniero's (see</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7331855/posts/default/112378607231402356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7331855/posts/default/112378607231402356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfromnyc.blogspot.com/2005/08/vintage-ny.html' title='Vintage NY'/><author><name>Journey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--Wg5A29iZKI/Toxzpb02wUI/AAAAAAAAAbA/d_mzyn1LlLs/s220/41279.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7331855.post-112374097415007991</id><published>2005-08-11T02:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-13T22:00:49.156-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mmmmm Chocolate Cake!</title><summary type='text'>Every woman KNOWS why women eat chocolate cake.  Well, I had one of those days which included all of those reasons and while I ordered my son's birthday cake from Veniero's I indulged in a slice of one of these beauties. Did I feel better afterwards? Well, let's just say I was left with a satisfied smile on my face.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7331855/posts/default/112374097415007991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7331855/posts/default/112374097415007991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfromnyc.blogspot.com/2005/08/mmmmm-chocolate-cake.html' title='Mmmmm Chocolate Cake!'/><author><name>Journey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--Wg5A29iZKI/Toxzpb02wUI/AAAAAAAAAbA/d_mzyn1LlLs/s220/41279.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7331855.post-112336546154267554</id><published>2005-08-06T17:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-18T20:01:47.613-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Veniero's Pastry Shop</title><summary type='text'>This place is a little slice of heaven in the East Village.  When I was single &amp; lived in Manhattan, I'd head here and nurse a tall/Venti Iced Moccachino waiting for my friends to meet up, so we could decide on where to eat dinner and on the rest of the evening's activities. On hot lazy summer weekends  in August I still love going there, this time with my son, with good books to help us relax </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7331855/posts/default/112336546154267554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7331855/posts/default/112336546154267554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfromnyc.blogspot.com/2005/08/venieros-pastry-shop.html' title='Veniero&apos;s Pastry Shop'/><author><name>Journey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--Wg5A29iZKI/Toxzpb02wUI/AAAAAAAAAbA/d_mzyn1LlLs/s220/41279.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7331855.post-112327869050740429</id><published>2005-08-05T17:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-06T10:45:06.750-04:00</updated><title type='text'>St. Marks Bookshop</title><summary type='text'>  This post was inspired by this post over at Blog Sis Tammi's place, where she talks about her rocker days.  The Beatles had Strawberry Fields &amp; Penny Lane,  I had St. Marks Bookshop and CBGB's. St. Marks's Bookshop has an incredibly eclectic collection of books, both foreign &amp; domestic. I still love their amazingly  brilliant staff because they helped shape my grad studies, while honing my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7331855/posts/default/112327869050740429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7331855/posts/default/112327869050740429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfromnyc.blogspot.com/2005/08/st-marks-bookshop.html' title='St. Marks Bookshop'/><author><name>Journey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--Wg5A29iZKI/Toxzpb02wUI/AAAAAAAAAbA/d_mzyn1LlLs/s220/41279.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7331855.post-112320453877097278</id><published>2005-07-28T21:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-04T22:29:26.933-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Quiet East Village</title><summary type='text'>This where I go to get a great 'chino or latte and I want to sit in a quiet corner reading a book or essay.  It's the corner of 12th and 1st Ave. Also known as the corner of DeRobertis, Black Forest and Veniero's Coffee and Pastry shops.  At this hour of the day its quiet, but let the sun go down and there's lines everywhere.  I love DeRobertis because they know me (I practically lived there) and</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7331855/posts/default/112320453877097278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7331855/posts/default/112320453877097278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfromnyc.blogspot.com/2005/07/quiet-east-village.html' title='A Quiet East Village'/><author><name>Journey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--Wg5A29iZKI/Toxzpb02wUI/AAAAAAAAAbA/d_mzyn1LlLs/s220/41279.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7331855.post-112303205058423381</id><published>2005-07-24T21:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-04T22:20:20.543-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Room With a View</title><summary type='text'>Most apartments in NYC don't come with a view.  If they do they're astronomically overpriced.  My mom is really lucky in a way, although I hate the street level view of her East Village apartment, I love the sunsets and moon rises that I can see from her living room window. What's even more rare is that she has a great view from the 12th floor of her apt from the bedroorm too. I'm staying at her </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7331855/posts/default/112303205058423381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7331855/posts/default/112303205058423381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfromnyc.blogspot.com/2005/07/room-with-view.html' title='A Room With a View'/><author><name>Journey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--Wg5A29iZKI/Toxzpb02wUI/AAAAAAAAAbA/d_mzyn1LlLs/s220/41279.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7331855.post-112273056459076907</id><published>2005-07-20T09:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-04T23:20:12.533-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Starting Over with my beloved city</title><summary type='text'>I'm back... sort of. I'm back to both conduct a photo blog essay/journey/experiment and also to find new footing.  In looking to move forward into a new direction, I always need to look back to see where I've come from and examine closely my previous incarnations to see what they produced. In the process I make sure I retain the really good (such as my love for reading and writing) and I do away </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7331855/posts/default/112273056459076907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7331855/posts/default/112273056459076907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfromnyc.blogspot.com/2005/07/starting-over-with-my-beloved-city.html' title='&lt;b&gt;Starting Over with my beloved city&lt;b&gt;'/><author><name>Journey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--Wg5A29iZKI/Toxzpb02wUI/AAAAAAAAAbA/d_mzyn1LlLs/s220/41279.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7331855.post-109311201089658100</id><published>2004-08-21T14:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-04T22:10:53.953-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My NU Home</title><summary type='text'>I'm now living at: Letters from NYC</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7331855/posts/default/109311201089658100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7331855/posts/default/109311201089658100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfromnyc.blogspot.com/2004/08/my-nu-home_21.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;My NU Home&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Journey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--Wg5A29iZKI/Toxzpb02wUI/AAAAAAAAAbA/d_mzyn1LlLs/s220/41279.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7331855.post-109266777468261684</id><published>2004-08-16T10:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-16T11:04:14.803-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Can Bloggers really make a difference?</title><summary type='text'>For those of you, who like me love Florida, know someone living there. or have family living there, they are in great need of assistance.  Having lived in the caribbean and knowing first hand the devastation to the environment and to one's life that occurs from a hurricane, I'd like to use this forum to ask that you consider helping those greatly affected by donating to the American Red Cross.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7331855/posts/default/109266777468261684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7331855/posts/default/109266777468261684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfromnyc.blogspot.com/2004/08/can-bloggers-really-make-difference.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;Can Bloggers really make a difference?&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Journey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--Wg5A29iZKI/Toxzpb02wUI/AAAAAAAAAbA/d_mzyn1LlLs/s220/41279.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7331855.post-109166315196403135</id><published>2004-08-05T05:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-31T09:08:20.566-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cartier-Bresson Dies at age 95</title><summary type='text'>The New York Times reported today that "Frenchman Henri Cartier-Bresson, one of the great photographers of the 20th century and a founding father of modern photojournalism, died at age 95 in the south of France on Monday."Cartier-Bresson made a name for himself by capturing exceptional images in black and white at "what he called the `decisive moment'.''  During his career he travelled </summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.nytimes.com/reuters/arts/entertainment-france-cartierbresson.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;Cartier-Bresson Dies at age 95&lt;/strong&gt;'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7331855/posts/default/109166315196403135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7331855/posts/default/109166315196403135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfromnyc.blogspot.com/2004/08/cartier-bresson-dies-at-age-95.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;Cartier-Bresson Dies at age 95&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Journey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--Wg5A29iZKI/Toxzpb02wUI/AAAAAAAAAbA/d_mzyn1LlLs/s220/41279.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7331855.post-108880059602234048</id><published>2004-07-02T16:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-30T10:40:22.823-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Waxing Patriotic</title><summary type='text'>"In the beginning of a change, the patriot is a scarce man, brave, hated, and scorned. When his cause succeeds however, the timid join him, For then it costs nothing to be a patriot." -- Mark Twain "America will never be destroyed from the outside. If we falter and lose our freedoms, it will be because we destroyed ourselves." -- Abraham Lincoln </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7331855/posts/default/108880059602234048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7331855/posts/default/108880059602234048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfromnyc.blogspot.com/2004/07/waxing-patriotic.html' title='Waxing Patriotic'/><author><name>Journey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--Wg5A29iZKI/Toxzpb02wUI/AAAAAAAAAbA/d_mzyn1LlLs/s220/41279.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7331855.post-108851125828442960</id><published>2004-05-21T08:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-29T10:13:43.176-04:00</updated><title type='text'>To My Fallen Friends</title><summary type='text'>To: Mike, Jack, Tony, Larry, Amy, Rick &amp; NancyMy dear loved ones, It's soon to be Memorial Day, our most favorite holiday. I know that I used to love Memorial Day because it ushered in our summer antics.  Later, through Mike and Rick's stories, I grew to understand that Memorial Day was a day to honor and celebrate those who served our country and who lost their lives doing so. When thinking </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7331855/posts/default/108851125828442960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7331855/posts/default/108851125828442960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfromnyc.blogspot.com/2004/05/to-my-fallen-friends.html' title='To My Fallen Friends'/><author><name>Journey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--Wg5A29iZKI/Toxzpb02wUI/AAAAAAAAAbA/d_mzyn1LlLs/s220/41279.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
