Dust in the Schwinn

This bicycle has been locked to a street sign near our subway stop since we moved here three months ago. So, if you parked your bike at the F stop near President and Smith around that time, we regret to inform you: Your bike is dead. 

It's Like Here in Here

Karen had to go to Connecticut today for work via the Metro North Train. She ran into the age old dilemma of trying to find a good cliché for how busy it was in Grand Central Station. Sadly, words failed her.

Where's Karen?

Karen and Erik visited the American Museum of Natural History this weekend and are now members of this fine institution. Can you find Karen in the picture above?

Oh F!

A long overdue shot of Karen & Erik's ride. She corners like she's on rails.

NYC Fun Fact!

Get ready for some insider info! Sometimes on random street corners, for instance at 8th Ave and 57th St, the city will pipe in a little extra steam just to make things seem a little more New Yorky. You probably didn't know that.

Bundle up!

Los Angeles: So, hey, New York. I heard you also have recycling...but, you have to, um, sort yours...you know, bundle your paper, sort your bottles and cans, etc. In L.A., we've evolved. We just throw it all in one big blue bin and let other people deal with it.

New York: Yeah, small price to pay. But any garbage you have, old sofas, busted bookcases, etc. Just stick it on your sidewalk and we'll take it away. Twice a week.

Los Angeles: But, ahem, sorting your recyclables? It's not *snicker* 1996.

New York: OK, have fun with your freeways. Also, you're a jackass.

You think they have fleas there, don't you?

We went to the Brooklyn Flea on Sunday and had amazing lobster rolls, looked at lots of surprisingly under-priced hipster flair and enjoyed a gorgeous day.

Jellyfish: Nature's Lava Lamps

Jellyfish are one of those creatures that manage to be both beautiful and scary.   In this respect, they remind me a bit of Anjelica Huston.

(Erik wishes to remind everyone that the Burgs mean absolutely no disrespect to the lovely and talented Ms. Huston . . .)

Karen Has No Pride

There was a time when posing like an idiot in public places would've embarrassed Mrs. Burg.  However,  after years of being coerced to pose in goofy hats, in front of ridiculous backdrops, next to statues, fountains and many, many scary clowns (ok, maybe just 1) all for Mr. Burg's happiness, she has learned to just roll with the punches.

Not so much like doll's eyes after all.

Well at least not like cheap expressionless doll's eyes. They're more like those scary high-end doll's eyes with the irises that look almost human. Yeah, definitely more like those. Either way, they're still pretty scary if he's biting you.

Come out to play-ay-ay!

Karen and Erik went to Coney Island for the second time. We did not encounter the Baseball Furies, the Turnbull AC's, the Orphans or even Swan and the gang. Someone might want to talk to their P.R. board.

Burritos in NYC!

Karen and Erik would like to report they finally found acceptable Mexican food in New York! Actually it was delicious. Little place on 8th Street between Broadway and University. They should really branch out...could be a goldmine!

Harry Potter & the Magical Underground Train that Takes People to Work

At our train stop, someone painstakingly dismantled other subway ads and ransom-note-style pieced together a little protest against the MTA fare hikes that took effect this weekend. But the details are what really sell it. Look at that hat and wand...that's wizard!

Brooklyn Bridge + The Burgs = Great Evening

Thank goodness for Erik's long arms . . . Even Karen isn't trusting tourists on a windy bridge with our camera.

What Would "Real" America Think?

We know, we know. New president, new era, hopefully a new unification of all parts of our country. But we can't help but imagine some redneck seeing a photo of this and wondering why that bleeding heart liberal New York City has to display the French flag the night before Independence Day . . .

Dusk on the Brooklyn Bridge

2 out of of 2 Burgs agree that it's a hell of a lot prettier than dusk on the 405 freeway.

We Just Went for a Stroll . . .

An aimless stroll. We walked a bit, talked a bit and 25 minutes later we were walking across the Brooklyn Bridge. It was a gorgeous day out, so we kept on walking. Turns out, Manhattan is on the other side.

Should we be concerned?

...that this is less than a mile from our house. We knew it was expensive here but do they know something we don't?

At Least He's Not a Clown

I expect this crap in at the Santa Monica Pier, on Hollywood Blvd, in Central Park, all over Times Square, even in Battery Park. But seriously, what the hell is this guy doing in Cobble Hill?