<?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-2609626151951567850</id><updated>2011-11-27T18:27:10.921-05:00</updated><category term='upper east side'/><category term='Park Slope'/><category term='arts'/><category term='Midtown'/><category term='Coney Island'/><category term='free'/><category term='bars'/><category term='shopping'/><category term='Thoughts'/><category term='Upper West Side'/><category term='parks'/><category term='landmarks'/><category term='Chinatown'/><category term='East Village'/><category term='Central Park'/><category term='Chelsea'/><category term='Lower East Side'/><category term='bicycle'/><category term='food'/><category term='tips'/><category term='Financial District'/><category term='airports'/><category term='Greenwich Village'/><category term='East Side'/><category term='Union Square'/><category term='subway'/><category term='out of town'/><category term='strangers'/><category term='Brooklyn'/><category term='t-shirts'/><title type='text'>The wandering gentleman in New York City</title><subtitle type='html'>The world needs a wandering gentleman to explore and record that which the rest pass by.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neoflaneur.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609626151951567850/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neoflaneur.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>R. Arson Teague</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0CfCeFnqzNw/SM7tIFfVX4I/AAAAAAAAAF8/DMqBk4jEcuk/S220/bobbroadway.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>66</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2609626151951567850.post-1430336401404518849</id><published>2009-05-23T21:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T21:45:18.170-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A little of what I've been doing</title><summary type='text'>http://www.youtube.com/view_play_list?p=F789462311004CAE</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neoflaneur.blogspot.com/feeds/1430336401404518849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2609626151951567850&amp;postID=1430336401404518849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609626151951567850/posts/default/1430336401404518849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609626151951567850/posts/default/1430336401404518849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neoflaneur.blogspot.com/2009/05/little-of-what-ive-been-doing.html' title='A little of what I&apos;ve been doing'/><author><name>R. Arson Teague</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0CfCeFnqzNw/SM7tIFfVX4I/AAAAAAAAAF8/DMqBk4jEcuk/S220/bobbroadway.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2609626151951567850.post-5195232642489498635</id><published>2009-05-13T13:44:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T13:57:48.299-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='strangers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chinatown'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>I guess I live in a different world (surprise!)</title><summary type='text'>I was eating lunch at a Vietnamese restaurant today and all of the sudden "Where Have All the Flowers Gone" started to play. I stopped and looked around. Nothing. The rest of the diners were oblivious. Granted it wasn't CCR -- maybe "Run Through the Jungle" or "Fortunate Son" -- but still... "Where have all the young men gone? ... Where have all the soldiers gone?" Thirty people eating pho and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neoflaneur.blogspot.com/feeds/5195232642489498635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2609626151951567850&amp;postID=5195232642489498635' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609626151951567850/posts/default/5195232642489498635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609626151951567850/posts/default/5195232642489498635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neoflaneur.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-guess-i-live-in-different-world.html' title='I guess I live in a different world (surprise!)'/><author><name>R. Arson Teague</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0CfCeFnqzNw/SM7tIFfVX4I/AAAAAAAAAF8/DMqBk4jEcuk/S220/bobbroadway.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2609626151951567850.post-8287063159057141988</id><published>2009-04-28T11:27:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T11:29:30.838-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='strangers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='arts'/><title type='text'>This weekend I ...</title><summary type='text'>got nagged, beaten and degraded for "art." How was your weekend?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neoflaneur.blogspot.com/feeds/8287063159057141988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2609626151951567850&amp;postID=8287063159057141988' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609626151951567850/posts/default/8287063159057141988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609626151951567850/posts/default/8287063159057141988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neoflaneur.blogspot.com/2009/04/this-weekend-i.html' title='This weekend I ...'/><author><name>R. Arson Teague</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0CfCeFnqzNw/SM7tIFfVX4I/AAAAAAAAAF8/DMqBk4jEcuk/S220/bobbroadway.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2609626151951567850.post-6580404109876642238</id><published>2009-04-24T18:33:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T18:36:27.132-04:00</updated><title type='text'>So, how was your day?</title><summary type='text'>I spent a beautiful day in a luxury condo with a pen stuck in my neck. How was your day?P.S. I still have blood in my navel.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neoflaneur.blogspot.com/feeds/6580404109876642238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2609626151951567850&amp;postID=6580404109876642238' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609626151951567850/posts/default/6580404109876642238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609626151951567850/posts/default/6580404109876642238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neoflaneur.blogspot.com/2009/04/so-how-was-your-day.html' title='So, how was your day?'/><author><name>R. Arson Teague</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0CfCeFnqzNw/SM7tIFfVX4I/AAAAAAAAAF8/DMqBk4jEcuk/S220/bobbroadway.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2609626151951567850.post-4513187069921929552</id><published>2009-04-12T13:28:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T13:53:34.734-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Midtown'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brooklyn'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='strangers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='subway'/><title type='text'>Black Power and Panhandlers</title><summary type='text'>Two young black men in PantherWear (complete with berets and buttons with pistols on them) were hustling money at the 42nd Street A/C station Saturday."Support Black Power", the one holding the cardboard box said.I waved him off, as I always do when approached for money. "Don't feed the pigeons" is my motto. When I was about 10 feet away, the kid muttered, "Afraid of Black Power, huh."First, I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neoflaneur.blogspot.com/feeds/4513187069921929552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2609626151951567850&amp;postID=4513187069921929552' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609626151951567850/posts/default/4513187069921929552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609626151951567850/posts/default/4513187069921929552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neoflaneur.blogspot.com/2009/04/black-power-and-panhandlers.html' title='Black Power and Panhandlers'/><author><name>R. Arson Teague</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0CfCeFnqzNw/SM7tIFfVX4I/AAAAAAAAAF8/DMqBk4jEcuk/S220/bobbroadway.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2609626151951567850.post-6405118742763246399</id><published>2009-04-12T13:24:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T13:28:25.266-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='strangers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Greenwich Village'/><title type='text'>Super dupper Easter eye candy, but not ...</title><summary type='text'>I think I saw the most beautiful woman in the world as I walked through the West Village --- someone named Gisele (no curly horns that I could see). I wouldn't have known who she was, but about half a block up the street there was this gay guy gazing toward her. As I walked by, he said, "Do you recognize them?""No. Do I have to?""That's Tom Brady and Gisele.""Sorry," I said, not recognizing </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neoflaneur.blogspot.com/feeds/6405118742763246399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2609626151951567850&amp;postID=6405118742763246399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609626151951567850/posts/default/6405118742763246399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609626151951567850/posts/default/6405118742763246399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neoflaneur.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-think-i-saw-most-beautiful-woman-in.html' title='Super dupper Easter eye candy, but not ...'/><author><name>R. Arson Teague</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0CfCeFnqzNw/SM7tIFfVX4I/AAAAAAAAAF8/DMqBk4jEcuk/S220/bobbroadway.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2609626151951567850.post-900141802172534296</id><published>2009-03-26T16:01:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T16:02:39.363-04:00</updated><title type='text'>T-shirt quote of the day</title><summary type='text'>This guy walks up to an average looking woman in a bar and says, "You are unapproachably beautiful."So ..."Unapproachably beautiful"Bold, yet mindless.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neoflaneur.blogspot.com/feeds/900141802172534296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2609626151951567850&amp;postID=900141802172534296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609626151951567850/posts/default/900141802172534296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609626151951567850/posts/default/900141802172534296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neoflaneur.blogspot.com/2009/03/t-shirt-quote-of-day_26.html' title='T-shirt quote of the day'/><author><name>R. Arson Teague</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0CfCeFnqzNw/SM7tIFfVX4I/AAAAAAAAAF8/DMqBk4jEcuk/S220/bobbroadway.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2609626151951567850.post-8111614682406943852</id><published>2009-03-24T06:22:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T06:22:05.651-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='strangers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='free'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='t-shirts'/><title type='text'>T-shirt quote of the day</title><summary type='text'>For reasons of medical privacy, I won't mention the source of today's T-shirt quote of the day, but it came from a walk-in clinic."They treat me like I'm poor. I live in Manhattan!"Thanks and get well soon.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neoflaneur.blogspot.com/feeds/8111614682406943852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2609626151951567850&amp;postID=8111614682406943852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609626151951567850/posts/default/8111614682406943852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609626151951567850/posts/default/8111614682406943852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neoflaneur.blogspot.com/2009/03/t-shirt-quote-of-day_24.html' title='T-shirt quote of the day'/><author><name>R. Arson Teague</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0CfCeFnqzNw/SM7tIFfVX4I/AAAAAAAAAF8/DMqBk4jEcuk/S220/bobbroadway.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2609626151951567850.post-891534183132141604</id><published>2009-03-23T18:28:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T18:34:31.396-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='strangers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lower East Side'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='t-shirts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>T-shirt quote of the day</title><summary type='text'>This one spilled from the lips of a young woman sitting at a table in a very tiny Indian restaurant. As she spoke, she was holding hands with a much older gentleman, but I don't think that's necessary."I guess this is what comes from not having a father."Well, I guess.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neoflaneur.blogspot.com/feeds/891534183132141604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2609626151951567850&amp;postID=891534183132141604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609626151951567850/posts/default/891534183132141604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609626151951567850/posts/default/891534183132141604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neoflaneur.blogspot.com/2009/03/t-shirt-quote-of-day_23.html' title='T-shirt quote of the day'/><author><name>R. Arson Teague</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0CfCeFnqzNw/SM7tIFfVX4I/AAAAAAAAAF8/DMqBk4jEcuk/S220/bobbroadway.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2609626151951567850.post-4423626378595100466</id><published>2009-03-23T18:15:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T18:26:37.113-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='strangers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lower East Side'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='t-shirts'/><title type='text'>T-shirt quote of the day</title><summary type='text'>A bag lady shouted at me as I rolled a cigarette at the Sara D. Roosevelt Park (Chrystie and Delancy):"Lick those fingers and get busy!"I want to thank her for the first instalment of what I hope is an ongoing feature.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neoflaneur.blogspot.com/feeds/4423626378595100466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2609626151951567850&amp;postID=4423626378595100466' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609626151951567850/posts/default/4423626378595100466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609626151951567850/posts/default/4423626378595100466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neoflaneur.blogspot.com/2009/03/t-shirt-quote-of-day.html' title='T-shirt quote of the day'/><author><name>R. Arson Teague</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0CfCeFnqzNw/SM7tIFfVX4I/AAAAAAAAAF8/DMqBk4jEcuk/S220/bobbroadway.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2609626151951567850.post-8034721198233012321</id><published>2009-03-18T13:49:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T18:28:27.138-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Midtown'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='free'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>What I really need right now is more bagpipes</title><summary type='text'>Every bagpipe player (Pipest? Piper?) on the planet marched up 5th Avenue yesterday, a mile of them, showing their Irish pride at the annual St. Patrick’s Day parade. I hope it was all of them because if there are more out there, this world is a dark and terrible place.I say this as a man who has “Kiss Me, I’m Irish” buttons for blood AND love in his heart for his people.Bagpipes sound like </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neoflaneur.blogspot.com/feeds/8034721198233012321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2609626151951567850&amp;postID=8034721198233012321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609626151951567850/posts/default/8034721198233012321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609626151951567850/posts/default/8034721198233012321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neoflaneur.blogspot.com/2009/03/what-i-really-need-right-now-is-more.html' title='What I really need right now is more bagpipes'/><author><name>R. Arson Teague</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0CfCeFnqzNw/SM7tIFfVX4I/AAAAAAAAAF8/DMqBk4jEcuk/S220/bobbroadway.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2609626151951567850.post-3436717131975282694</id><published>2009-03-17T22:35:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T18:27:14.173-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='strangers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lower East Side'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Dogs and cats living together in my mind</title><summary type='text'>I didn’t want to think about animals Sunday. I just didn’t.I don’t usually want to think about animals at all – one reason I don’t own any – but I certainly didn’t want to think about them on Sunday. It wasn’t a religious prohibition. There is no “Thou shalt not ponder, nor shalt thou dwell upon puppies” in any of the world’s holy texts. It wasn’t a political protest, although I like the idea of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neoflaneur.blogspot.com/feeds/3436717131975282694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2609626151951567850&amp;postID=3436717131975282694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609626151951567850/posts/default/3436717131975282694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609626151951567850/posts/default/3436717131975282694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neoflaneur.blogspot.com/2009/03/dogs-and-cats-living-together-in-my.html' title='Dogs and cats living together in my mind'/><author><name>R. Arson Teague</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0CfCeFnqzNw/SM7tIFfVX4I/AAAAAAAAAF8/DMqBk4jEcuk/S220/bobbroadway.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2609626151951567850.post-2257341097694050805</id><published>2009-03-16T14:07:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T14:15:09.956-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='strangers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chinatown'/><title type='text'>I just wanted a couple of t-shirts</title><summary type='text'>Spring is on the way and with it, almost whispered in the sharp breezes, is the call to restock my spring wardrobe. This, of course, means I need more t-shirts – colored t-shirts: no pockets, no slogans, no brands, no designs. Just t-shirts – plain and simple.I have five or six plain tees already (and a couple of branded t-shirts that fit and don’t offend too much), which would carry me through </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neoflaneur.blogspot.com/feeds/2257341097694050805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2609626151951567850&amp;postID=2257341097694050805' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609626151951567850/posts/default/2257341097694050805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609626151951567850/posts/default/2257341097694050805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neoflaneur.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-just-wanted-couple-of-t-shirts.html' title='I just wanted a couple of t-shirts'/><author><name>R. Arson Teague</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0CfCeFnqzNw/SM7tIFfVX4I/AAAAAAAAAF8/DMqBk4jEcuk/S220/bobbroadway.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2609626151951567850.post-7355146538409763661</id><published>2009-03-09T16:24:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T17:06:45.863-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='strangers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lower East Side'/><title type='text'>Oh, the warm winds blow</title><summary type='text'>The other night, the weather was criminally pleasant. Nice enough for me to park myself at a sidewalk cafe off Tompkins Square for a little catch-up people watching. I don't like winter. The people are in too bundled up and in too much of a hurry for good recreational observation. The first thaw came the other night, and with it, people.One of those people was dressed head-to-toe in black. Black </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neoflaneur.blogspot.com/feeds/7355146538409763661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2609626151951567850&amp;postID=7355146538409763661' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609626151951567850/posts/default/7355146538409763661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609626151951567850/posts/default/7355146538409763661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neoflaneur.blogspot.com/2009/03/oh-warm-winds-blow.html' title='Oh, the warm winds blow'/><author><name>R. Arson Teague</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0CfCeFnqzNw/SM7tIFfVX4I/AAAAAAAAAF8/DMqBk4jEcuk/S220/bobbroadway.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2609626151951567850.post-3583160747026952472</id><published>2009-03-06T16:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T16:19:46.509-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='free'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Central Park'/><title type='text'>Take a walk on the wild side -- NYC</title><summary type='text'>Yesterday morning was a glorious morning for a stroll through Central Park. Snow from the storm a couple of days ago lay on the ground. The sun was out. The air, while crisp on my face, couldn't penetrate the layers of clothing. I was on my way to a rainwater harvesting seminar sponsored by the Council on the Environment for NYC.Basically, things were zippidy do-da-ing my way. I think I might </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neoflaneur.blogspot.com/feeds/3583160747026952472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2609626151951567850&amp;postID=3583160747026952472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609626151951567850/posts/default/3583160747026952472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609626151951567850/posts/default/3583160747026952472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neoflaneur.blogspot.com/2009/03/take-walk-on-wild-side-nyc.html' title='Take a walk on the wild side -- NYC'/><author><name>R. Arson Teague</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0CfCeFnqzNw/SM7tIFfVX4I/AAAAAAAAAF8/DMqBk4jEcuk/S220/bobbroadway.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2609626151951567850.post-6672418570339633711</id><published>2009-03-06T15:51:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T15:52:51.012-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lower East Side'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bars'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Acme -- Southernish food in NYC</title><summary type='text'>The sign outside Acme reads "Authentic Southern and Cajun Cooking". Proclamations like that make my Epicurean Security Administration terror alert system go to orange.The only thing that keeps me out of Red is that I automatically disregard claims of "authentic  cooking". It has nothing to do with the tastiness of the food or the authentic-ness of the recipes and everything to do with the fact </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neoflaneur.blogspot.com/feeds/6672418570339633711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2609626151951567850&amp;postID=6672418570339633711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609626151951567850/posts/default/6672418570339633711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609626151951567850/posts/default/6672418570339633711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neoflaneur.blogspot.com/2009/03/acme-southernish-food-in-nyc.html' title='Acme -- Southernish food in NYC'/><author><name>R. Arson Teague</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0CfCeFnqzNw/SM7tIFfVX4I/AAAAAAAAAF8/DMqBk4jEcuk/S220/bobbroadway.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2609626151951567850.post-2978586737260690699</id><published>2009-02-27T18:08:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T18:18:21.994-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='free'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Union Square'/><title type='text'>Last night at Strand</title><summary type='text'>I don't get out and do the free stuff like I did when I first got here. I'm thinking that will change in a couple of weeks. Right now, the sun goes down and Bob goes inside. To freakin' cold ... unless there's drinkin' involved.Last night was an exception. There was a book talk at the Strand by science writer Jonah Lehrer who wrote the New York Times best seller "How We Decide."I decided to stop </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neoflaneur.blogspot.com/feeds/2978586737260690699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2609626151951567850&amp;postID=2978586737260690699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609626151951567850/posts/default/2978586737260690699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609626151951567850/posts/default/2978586737260690699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neoflaneur.blogspot.com/2009/02/last-night-at-strand.html' title='Last night at Strand'/><author><name>R. Arson Teague</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0CfCeFnqzNw/SM7tIFfVX4I/AAAAAAAAAF8/DMqBk4jEcuk/S220/bobbroadway.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2609626151951567850.post-1530559572880080165</id><published>2009-02-22T15:37:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T15:41:17.590-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Midtown'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='strangers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>The oddest thing happened on the way to ...</title><summary type='text'>I was wandering past Saks (on 5th Avenue, oddly enough) two days ago when I found myself inexplicably stepping inside. I don't know what came over me, but it may have had something to do with the head blow described in my previous post. The old Bob would only have gone into Saks if his bladder was full to bursting or his bowels needed immediate emptying in the "Men's Lounge", but this strange new</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neoflaneur.blogspot.com/feeds/1530559572880080165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2609626151951567850&amp;postID=1530559572880080165' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609626151951567850/posts/default/1530559572880080165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609626151951567850/posts/default/1530559572880080165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neoflaneur.blogspot.com/2009/02/oddest-thing-happened-on-way-to.html' title='The oddest thing happened on the way to ...'/><author><name>R. Arson Teague</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0CfCeFnqzNw/SM7tIFfVX4I/AAAAAAAAAF8/DMqBk4jEcuk/S220/bobbroadway.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2609626151951567850.post-372600302563847685</id><published>2009-02-19T14:23:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T14:31:09.777-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brooklyn'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bicycle'/><title type='text'>Knocking myself out</title><summary type='text'>I almost killed myself with an ancient NordicTrack machine a couple of days ago.Remember NordicTrack machines? They mimicked cross-country skiing and were all the rage in the late 80s.I was whining to a friend (Descarte said "I whine, therefore I am," so I must be ...) that I wasn't getting as much time on a bicycle as I was used to -- 17 degree weather here in New York, icy roads and no absolute</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neoflaneur.blogspot.com/feeds/372600302563847685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2609626151951567850&amp;postID=372600302563847685' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609626151951567850/posts/default/372600302563847685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609626151951567850/posts/default/372600302563847685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neoflaneur.blogspot.com/2009/02/knocking-myself-out.html' title='Knocking myself out'/><author><name>R. Arson Teague</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0CfCeFnqzNw/SM7tIFfVX4I/AAAAAAAAAF8/DMqBk4jEcuk/S220/bobbroadway.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2609626151951567850.post-8030742072647843834</id><published>2009-01-29T09:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T09:09:28.528-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tips'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='subway'/><title type='text'>Underground New York</title><summary type='text'>Magic time on the subwayThere are multiple millions of people in New York City and multiple millions more who come from outside the city proper every day.A great deal of this flow of humanity, this ant-like thrum of activity, takes place below the city.I'm a fan of the subways ... I've even found myself riding them just to read (This might be only a couple of stops from Crazy Time Station, where </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neoflaneur.blogspot.com/feeds/8030742072647843834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2609626151951567850&amp;postID=8030742072647843834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609626151951567850/posts/default/8030742072647843834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609626151951567850/posts/default/8030742072647843834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neoflaneur.blogspot.com/2009/01/underground-new-york.html' title='Underground New York'/><author><name>R. Arson Teague</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0CfCeFnqzNw/SM7tIFfVX4I/AAAAAAAAAF8/DMqBk4jEcuk/S220/bobbroadway.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2609626151951567850.post-1275634035697847538</id><published>2009-01-28T09:10:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T09:23:19.633-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Central Park'/><title type='text'>Snow day in New York City</title><summary type='text'>It snowed last night. Not a lot, maybe three inches, but it was enough to do what snow seems to do for me and that is kill time. I can't tell 5 a.m. from 5 p.m. in the snow. It all just sort of feels the same and my internal clock responds to the confusion in unpleasant ways.Time: 4:50 a.m.I was awake. "Blink, blink ... what the hell time is it? Shit, now I'm awake," awake. The odd light above </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neoflaneur.blogspot.com/feeds/1275634035697847538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2609626151951567850&amp;postID=1275634035697847538' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609626151951567850/posts/default/1275634035697847538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609626151951567850/posts/default/1275634035697847538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neoflaneur.blogspot.com/2009/01/snow-day-in-new-york-city.html' title='Snow day in New York City'/><author><name>R. Arson Teague</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0CfCeFnqzNw/SM7tIFfVX4I/AAAAAAAAAF8/DMqBk4jEcuk/S220/bobbroadway.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2609626151951567850.post-7926096528444879803</id><published>2009-01-02T09:45:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T09:54:50.303-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year's Day -- 2009</title><summary type='text'>2009 started with a hail of bullets -- apparently a longstanding tradition in my neighborhood.So, at 11:58 p.m. someone down the street emptied a clip into the air. Someone else joined in. And someone else. And someone else. At midnight, I drank a glass of bubbly with my roommate, listened to the shots and watched fireworks as they topped the trees between me and Manhattan. The fireworks stopped </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neoflaneur.blogspot.com/feeds/7926096528444879803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2609626151951567850&amp;postID=7926096528444879803' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609626151951567850/posts/default/7926096528444879803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609626151951567850/posts/default/7926096528444879803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neoflaneur.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-years-day-2009.html' title='New Year&apos;s Day -- 2009'/><author><name>R. Arson Teague</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0CfCeFnqzNw/SM7tIFfVX4I/AAAAAAAAAF8/DMqBk4jEcuk/S220/bobbroadway.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2609626151951567850.post-1748979569916205705</id><published>2008-12-28T16:57:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T16:59:47.040-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Upper West Side'/><title type='text'>Moments of clarity</title><summary type='text'>It was a beautiful day today. The sun hid behind low clouds and the temperature was in the shirt-sleeve range so I caught the train up to 96th Street on the West Side and walked downtown. At 66th Street, I shrugged off my pack and sat in one of the chairs under a tree.I was filled with life's joyous love, so I spread my arms, threw back my head and ... found myself looking straight up a pigeon's </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neoflaneur.blogspot.com/feeds/1748979569916205705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2609626151951567850&amp;postID=1748979569916205705' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609626151951567850/posts/default/1748979569916205705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609626151951567850/posts/default/1748979569916205705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neoflaneur.blogspot.com/2008/12/moments-of-clarity.html' title='Moments of clarity'/><author><name>R. Arson Teague</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0CfCeFnqzNw/SM7tIFfVX4I/AAAAAAAAAF8/DMqBk4jEcuk/S220/bobbroadway.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2609626151951567850.post-7495449059993290279</id><published>2008-12-26T18:13:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T12:59:18.872-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='strangers'/><title type='text'>Dog owners in the city ...</title><summary type='text'>The weather was great on Christmas day so I took a looping bicycle ride through Brooklyn and the Lower Eastside. It has been a while and I was a happy, happy guy.Just before I started back across the Williamsburg Bridge, I stopped for coffee at New Punjab Deli on 2nd Avenue, just north of Houston Street. New Punjab was voted, according to the newspaper article taped to the window, to be the best </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neoflaneur.blogspot.com/feeds/7495449059993290279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2609626151951567850&amp;postID=7495449059993290279' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609626151951567850/posts/default/7495449059993290279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609626151951567850/posts/default/7495449059993290279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neoflaneur.blogspot.com/2008/12/dog-owners-in-city.html' title='Dog owners in the city ...'/><author><name>R. Arson Teague</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0CfCeFnqzNw/SM7tIFfVX4I/AAAAAAAAAF8/DMqBk4jEcuk/S220/bobbroadway.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2609626151951567850.post-4498829991865107461</id><published>2008-12-13T14:13:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T14:33:07.994-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='strangers'/><title type='text'>Been gone so long</title><summary type='text'>Been gone so long because I've been doing nothing worth reporting.Since I'm still doing nothing but playing in the dirt (the neighborhood community garden just got a whole lot of dirt that needs pushing around. I'm no gardener, but I can push dirt. Each according to his abilities, each according to his needs, eh?), reading and writing nonblog stuff ... which sucks, by the way. Thanks for asking. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neoflaneur.blogspot.com/feeds/4498829991865107461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2609626151951567850&amp;postID=4498829991865107461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609626151951567850/posts/default/4498829991865107461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609626151951567850/posts/default/4498829991865107461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neoflaneur.blogspot.com/2008/12/been-gone-so-long.html' title='Been gone so long'/><author><name>R. Arson Teague</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0CfCeFnqzNw/SM7tIFfVX4I/AAAAAAAAAF8/DMqBk4jEcuk/S220/bobbroadway.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2609626151951567850.post-5330570879333198132</id><published>2008-11-23T16:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T16:14:00.696-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='strangers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bicycle'/><title type='text'>Death wears a Christian face</title><summary type='text'>City officials in Brooklyn, like the rest of New York City, are making an active effort to create bicycle friendly streets. They are designating bike lanes and paths all over the place. These things are well marked and there is a map telling cyclists where the routes are. I follow them when possible, primarily because they are well placed to take you from one part of the borough to another.The </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neoflaneur.blogspot.com/feeds/5330570879333198132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2609626151951567850&amp;postID=5330570879333198132' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609626151951567850/posts/default/5330570879333198132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609626151951567850/posts/default/5330570879333198132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neoflaneur.blogspot.com/2008/11/death-wears-christian-face.html' title='Death wears a Christian face'/><author><name>R. Arson Teague</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0CfCeFnqzNw/SM7tIFfVX4I/AAAAAAAAAF8/DMqBk4jEcuk/S220/bobbroadway.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2609626151951567850.post-17688623667242664</id><published>2008-11-23T13:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T13:38:19.674-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='strangers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Park Slope'/><title type='text'>Ah, grandparents taking the babies to breakfast … how charming … urp.</title><summary type='text'>I stopped at Marine’s Coffee Shop (Bergen and 5th Avenue, Brooklyn) in Park Slope for breakfast yesterday. The menu on the window said they had a Spanish breakfast. I’ve never had a Spanish breakfast. It seemed like a prime opportunity to break two fasts at once, and at $4 it was cheaper than a plane ticket.I settled into the corner table – after stripping off three layers of bicycle gear – and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neoflaneur.blogspot.com/feeds/17688623667242664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2609626151951567850&amp;postID=17688623667242664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609626151951567850/posts/default/17688623667242664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609626151951567850/posts/default/17688623667242664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neoflaneur.blogspot.com/2008/11/ah-grandparents-taking-babies-to.html' title='Ah, grandparents taking the babies to breakfast … how charming … urp.'/><author><name>R. Arson Teague</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0CfCeFnqzNw/SM7tIFfVX4I/AAAAAAAAAF8/DMqBk4jEcuk/S220/bobbroadway.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2609626151951567850.post-2633693940194910323</id><published>2008-11-23T13:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T13:12:03.951-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brooklyn'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bicycle'/><title type='text'>A bike ride through Brooklyn</title><summary type='text'>The weather was clear and cold yesterday, so I bundled up, hopped on the bicycle at 8 a.m. and took a ride through Brooklyn. I’m finding that the way to discover Brooklyn – even more so than Manhattan – is on a bicycle. And in the process, I’m starting to develop a deeper love of the borough. For one thing, more people live in Brooklyn (1.8 million) than on the island (1.3 million), and these are</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neoflaneur.blogspot.com/feeds/2633693940194910323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2609626151951567850&amp;postID=2633693940194910323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609626151951567850/posts/default/2633693940194910323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609626151951567850/posts/default/2633693940194910323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neoflaneur.blogspot.com/2008/11/bike-ride-through-brooklyn.html' title='A bike ride through Brooklyn'/><author><name>R. Arson Teague</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0CfCeFnqzNw/SM7tIFfVX4I/AAAAAAAAAF8/DMqBk4jEcuk/S220/bobbroadway.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2609626151951567850.post-4493994501692318410</id><published>2008-11-04T21:39:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T22:53:05.434-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brooklyn'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bicycle'/><title type='text'>Two-wheeling through Brooklyn</title><summary type='text'>Here's a birds-eye view of today's ramble.11/04/2008 Route round BrooklynFind more Bike Rides in Brooklyn, New York&lt;!-- MMF PARTNER TOOL --&gt;</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neoflaneur.blogspot.com/feeds/4493994501692318410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2609626151951567850&amp;postID=4493994501692318410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609626151951567850/posts/default/4493994501692318410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609626151951567850/posts/default/4493994501692318410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neoflaneur.blogspot.com/2008/11/two-wheeling-through-brooklyn.html' title='Two-wheeling through Brooklyn'/><author><name>R. Arson Teague</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0CfCeFnqzNw/SM7tIFfVX4I/AAAAAAAAAF8/DMqBk4jEcuk/S220/bobbroadway.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2609626151951567850.post-5999423365447555319</id><published>2008-11-03T15:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T21:37:43.211-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='strangers'/><title type='text'>Music to my ears</title><summary type='text'>One of my favorite things about wandering New York ... and anywhere people gather, for that matter ... is the music they make as they rub their collective body parts together (figuratively).All those voices melding, and serving as counterpoints, with each other; all those accents dancing in and out; all those fragmented conversations intertwined in a 300-square mile tapestry of sound makes me </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neoflaneur.blogspot.com/feeds/5999423365447555319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2609626151951567850&amp;postID=5999423365447555319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609626151951567850/posts/default/5999423365447555319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609626151951567850/posts/default/5999423365447555319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neoflaneur.blogspot.com/2008/11/music-to-my-ears.html' title='Music to my ears'/><author><name>R. Arson Teague</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0CfCeFnqzNw/SM7tIFfVX4I/AAAAAAAAAF8/DMqBk4jEcuk/S220/bobbroadway.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2609626151951567850.post-6741877812194427234</id><published>2008-11-03T08:03:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T08:14:12.147-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tips'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chinatown'/><title type='text'>Number 1 reason my mom needs to visit New York City</title><summary type='text'>If my mom ever comes to visit AND if she brings her heart pills, I'm going to take her to only one place, a place where every Asian piece of crap ever imported into our beautiful country can be found in a single Chinatown big-box store.Pearl River Mart (447 Broadway, in Soho) is the Wal-Mart of Asian crap. … Three floors of Buddhas, beaded curtains, Chinese dragons, tacky clothing, silly shoes, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neoflaneur.blogspot.com/feeds/6741877812194427234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2609626151951567850&amp;postID=6741877812194427234' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609626151951567850/posts/default/6741877812194427234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609626151951567850/posts/default/6741877812194427234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neoflaneur.blogspot.com/2008/11/number-1-reason-my-mom-needs-to-visit.html' title='Number 1 reason my mom needs to visit New York City'/><author><name>R. Arson Teague</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0CfCeFnqzNw/SM7tIFfVX4I/AAAAAAAAAF8/DMqBk4jEcuk/S220/bobbroadway.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2609626151951567850.post-2149372334397107469</id><published>2008-10-31T13:01:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T21:39:14.332-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tips'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Prix Fixeing food in New York City</title><summary type='text'>The phrase “Prix Fixe” scares me. Too French, maybe and it pushes my “too fancy” button.That’s exactly what restaurants want you to think, sans the “too” part. They want you to think “fancy.” But in fact, it’s really just the sit-down eatery version of the fast-food value meal.And, it’s all the rage in New York City right now. You’ll see “Prix Fixe” everywhere. And it can be some of your best </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neoflaneur.blogspot.com/feeds/2149372334397107469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2609626151951567850&amp;postID=2149372334397107469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609626151951567850/posts/default/2149372334397107469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609626151951567850/posts/default/2149372334397107469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neoflaneur.blogspot.com/2008/10/prix-fixing-food-in-new-york-city.html' title='Prix Fixeing food in New York City'/><author><name>R. Arson Teague</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0CfCeFnqzNw/SM7tIFfVX4I/AAAAAAAAAF8/DMqBk4jEcuk/S220/bobbroadway.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2609626151951567850.post-1914310182320970852</id><published>2008-10-28T17:58:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T22:53:35.083-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tips'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bicycle'/><title type='text'>Bicycles in New York City</title><summary type='text'>If you are a fan of roller coasters, you might want to give New York City on a bicycle a try. Between the automobiles, the potholes, the construction, the pushcarts, the pedestrians, the cab doors, the delivery trucks in the bike lanes, the squeezes you get from buses, the side mirrors, the occasional cobblestone street and the other bicyclists, it never gets old.And, New York is trying hard to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neoflaneur.blogspot.com/feeds/1914310182320970852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2609626151951567850&amp;postID=1914310182320970852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609626151951567850/posts/default/1914310182320970852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609626151951567850/posts/default/1914310182320970852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neoflaneur.blogspot.com/2008/10/bicycles-in-new-york-city.html' title='Bicycles in New York City'/><author><name>R. Arson Teague</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0CfCeFnqzNw/SM7tIFfVX4I/AAAAAAAAAF8/DMqBk4jEcuk/S220/bobbroadway.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2609626151951567850.post-238638432067560033</id><published>2008-10-25T10:09:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T11:42:13.394-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Taking a week off the streets of New York</title><summary type='text'>Back in the day, when the backs of my ears were still wet and I thought life was spread out before me like some sort of birthday cake waiting to be wished upon, my dad told me he wouldn't pay for me to go to college, but he would pay for me to go to bartending school. At least bartenders can find work that pays is the way he looked at it. Bartending? That sounded great. You've got the keys to the</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neoflaneur.blogspot.com/feeds/238638432067560033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2609626151951567850&amp;postID=238638432067560033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609626151951567850/posts/default/238638432067560033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609626151951567850/posts/default/238638432067560033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neoflaneur.blogspot.com/2008/10/taking-week-off-streets-of-new-york.html' title='Taking a week off the streets of New York'/><author><name>R. Arson Teague</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0CfCeFnqzNw/SM7tIFfVX4I/AAAAAAAAAF8/DMqBk4jEcuk/S220/bobbroadway.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2609626151951567850.post-4320521025629244865</id><published>2008-10-17T12:58:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T13:15:14.193-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Midtown'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tips'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>A grand experiment on the mean streets of New York</title><summary type='text'>After considerable effort and no less considerable personal expense in this great city, I have come to a shocking conclusion of great importance to fellow wanderers.The only way to screw up a slice of greasy New York pizza is to charge too much for it.So, the results of my experiment have been input into the following chart (not much of a chart, really, because that would require graphic arts </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neoflaneur.blogspot.com/feeds/4320521025629244865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2609626151951567850&amp;postID=4320521025629244865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609626151951567850/posts/default/4320521025629244865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609626151951567850/posts/default/4320521025629244865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neoflaneur.blogspot.com/2008/10/grand-experiment-on-mean-streets-of-new.html' title='A grand experiment on the mean streets of New York'/><author><name>R. Arson Teague</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0CfCeFnqzNw/SM7tIFfVX4I/AAAAAAAAAF8/DMqBk4jEcuk/S220/bobbroadway.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2609626151951567850.post-8817784357135498894</id><published>2008-10-17T12:02:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T12:10:48.916-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bars'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='East Side'/><title type='text'>Molly’s Pub on Third Avenue has no Molly (love ya, miss ya, Molly), but …</title><summary type='text'>In a town flush with the latest hot bars and coolest cool clubs -- all of which would bore me out of my mind if I didn’t have the game of “this is like being stabbed in the (fill in the blank) with a (fill in the blank)” to play in the wrinkled front part of my brain – Molly’s Pub &amp; Shabeen isn’t unique, but it also isn’t common. It isn’t the club scene. It isn’t a tourist joint. It isn’t a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neoflaneur.blogspot.com/feeds/8817784357135498894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2609626151951567850&amp;postID=8817784357135498894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609626151951567850/posts/default/8817784357135498894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609626151951567850/posts/default/8817784357135498894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neoflaneur.blogspot.com/2008/10/mollys-pub-on-third-avenue-has-no-molly.html' title='Molly’s Pub on Third Avenue has no Molly (love ya, miss ya, Molly), but …'/><author><name>R. Arson Teague</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0CfCeFnqzNw/SM7tIFfVX4I/AAAAAAAAAF8/DMqBk4jEcuk/S220/bobbroadway.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2609626151951567850.post-199284378561900293</id><published>2008-10-16T14:09:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T14:09:58.428-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeah, I took the photo across the top of neoflaneur.blogspot.com.</title><summary type='text'>I rock. That's all I think needs to be said.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neoflaneur.blogspot.com/feeds/199284378561900293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2609626151951567850&amp;postID=199284378561900293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609626151951567850/posts/default/199284378561900293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609626151951567850/posts/default/199284378561900293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neoflaneur.blogspot.com/2008/10/yeah-i-took-photo-across-top-of.html' title='Yeah, I took the photo across the top of neoflaneur.blogspot.com.'/><author><name>R. Arson Teague</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0CfCeFnqzNw/SM7tIFfVX4I/AAAAAAAAAF8/DMqBk4jEcuk/S220/bobbroadway.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2609626151951567850.post-6078254845399142595</id><published>2008-10-16T12:48:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T14:08:49.688-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Upper West Side'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='arts'/><title type='text'>High culture and low class at Juilliard</title><summary type='text'>The thing about concert halls is they are designed to get sound from the front of the hall to the back. The thing about human beings is some of them don’t get this fact. The thing about free concerts is there is no barrier to entry.I took in a free concert by Juilliard Ensemble of a tribute to contemporary composer Luciano Berio (1927-2003) at the Peter Jay Sharp Theater on Tuesday night. It’s a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neoflaneur.blogspot.com/feeds/6078254845399142595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2609626151951567850&amp;postID=6078254845399142595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609626151951567850/posts/default/6078254845399142595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609626151951567850/posts/default/6078254845399142595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neoflaneur.blogspot.com/2008/10/thing-about-concert-halls-is-they-are.html' title='High culture and low class at Juilliard'/><author><name>R. Arson Teague</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0CfCeFnqzNw/SM7tIFfVX4I/AAAAAAAAAF8/DMqBk4jEcuk/S220/bobbroadway.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2609626151951567850.post-2471277620022281429</id><published>2008-10-12T14:35:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T15:34:51.971-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='upper east side'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='arts'/><title type='text'>Fricking on a Sunday afternoon</title><summary type='text'>The Frick Collection (70th and Fifth Avenue) has Sunday "Pay what you wish" day, and while I wished I had the wherewithall to pay the $15 regular admission, I could only pay $5 and spent a couple of hours wandering yet another former abode of the very, very rich and very, very dead.This time it was the New York City home of Henry Clay Frick, who made his money in steel and union busting. His </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neoflaneur.blogspot.com/feeds/2471277620022281429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2609626151951567850&amp;postID=2471277620022281429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609626151951567850/posts/default/2471277620022281429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609626151951567850/posts/default/2471277620022281429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neoflaneur.blogspot.com/2008/10/fricking-on-sunday-afternoon.html' title='Fricking on a Sunday afternoon'/><author><name>R. Arson Teague</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0CfCeFnqzNw/SM7tIFfVX4I/AAAAAAAAAF8/DMqBk4jEcuk/S220/bobbroadway.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2609626151951567850.post-2003147311615107035</id><published>2008-09-30T14:32:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T14:38:12.398-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Greenwich Village'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>A sad thing happened at lunch today</title><summary type='text'>Yatagan raised its falafel price to $2.50. It hit me like a fist as I crossed MacDougal Street. It is still the best falafel I've tasted in the city, but with the price gap closed I'm free to try others. Even with the culinary freedom this creates, my heart is broken.But, it does relive the time pressure Wally has been under.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neoflaneur.blogspot.com/feeds/2003147311615107035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2609626151951567850&amp;postID=2003147311615107035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609626151951567850/posts/default/2003147311615107035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609626151951567850/posts/default/2003147311615107035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neoflaneur.blogspot.com/2008/09/sad-thing-happened-at-lunch-today.html' title='A sad thing happened at lunch today'/><author><name>R. Arson Teague</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0CfCeFnqzNw/SM7tIFfVX4I/AAAAAAAAAF8/DMqBk4jEcuk/S220/bobbroadway.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2609626151951567850.post-5600146746828721950</id><published>2008-09-30T10:59:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T11:26:13.989-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Midtown'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='arts'/><title type='text'>Obscene wealth for the arts?</title><summary type='text'>Between 7 and 9 p.m. on Fridays, The Morgan Library is all kinds of free (for a listing of other free days at other museums, check the calendar at the bottom of the NeoFlaneur main page). I love free stuff and art stuff, so I packed up and hiked to Lexington Avenue and 35th Street.The place was built by J.P. Morgan -- a really freakin' rich guy back in the day -- to keep his books and other </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neoflaneur.blogspot.com/feeds/5600146746828721950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2609626151951567850&amp;postID=5600146746828721950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609626151951567850/posts/default/5600146746828721950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609626151951567850/posts/default/5600146746828721950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neoflaneur.blogspot.com/2008/09/obscene-wealth-for-arts.html' title='Obscene wealth for the arts?'/><author><name>R. Arson Teague</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0CfCeFnqzNw/SM7tIFfVX4I/AAAAAAAAAF8/DMqBk4jEcuk/S220/bobbroadway.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2609626151951567850.post-8375827317018323437</id><published>2008-09-26T13:17:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T13:56:42.197-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='strangers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Greenwich Village'/><title type='text'>I don't do the "Spot-a-Celebrity Freakout"</title><summary type='text'>"OMG! I just saw ..."Whatever. They are just people, doing a thing to make a living. I don't want an autograph. I don't want an audience with them. I don't want anything from them, except for them to get outta my way*.Usually.There are a few of exceptions (in no particular order):Winona Ryder (I confessed this years ago in a weekly newspaper column)Hillary Swank (You read it hear first)Kurt </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neoflaneur.blogspot.com/feeds/8375827317018323437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2609626151951567850&amp;postID=8375827317018323437' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609626151951567850/posts/default/8375827317018323437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609626151951567850/posts/default/8375827317018323437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neoflaneur.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-dont-do-spot-celebrity-freakout.html' title='I don&apos;t do the &quot;Spot-a-Celebrity Freakout&quot;'/><author><name>R. Arson Teague</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0CfCeFnqzNw/SM7tIFfVX4I/AAAAAAAAAF8/DMqBk4jEcuk/S220/bobbroadway.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2609626151951567850.post-1334122513593949537</id><published>2008-09-25T15:46:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T16:03:35.244-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Midtown'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='strangers'/><title type='text'>Here's a fun game called "Follow the ..."</title><summary type='text'>It's harmless when you get beneath the creepy surface, but sometimes I play a game called "Follow the (insert occupation here)".This sounds pretty easy. Pick a stockbroker. Follow the stockbroker. Game over.But I like things to be more challenging so I modify the rules. I don't know what the person does when I start following. I just have a hunch."That guy's a college student.""That woman works </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neoflaneur.blogspot.com/feeds/1334122513593949537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2609626151951567850&amp;postID=1334122513593949537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609626151951567850/posts/default/1334122513593949537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609626151951567850/posts/default/1334122513593949537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neoflaneur.blogspot.com/2008/09/heres-fun-game-called-follow.html' title='Here&apos;s a fun game called &quot;Follow the ...&quot;'/><author><name>R. Arson Teague</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0CfCeFnqzNw/SM7tIFfVX4I/AAAAAAAAAF8/DMqBk4jEcuk/S220/bobbroadway.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2609626151951567850.post-3159735477116468243</id><published>2008-09-24T14:06:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T14:52:41.103-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='strangers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lower East Side'/><title type='text'>Race in New York City</title><summary type='text'>This is arguably the most global city in the world, with more measurable ethnic groups and countries represented. That should be enough to deflate the idea of "stranger" and "other". But race is always at the very tip of the frontal lobe, unspoken, but seemingly ready when the need arises.Today, for example, I was walking across the street at Allen and Stanton. It was a fine morning. The sun was </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neoflaneur.blogspot.com/feeds/3159735477116468243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2609626151951567850&amp;postID=3159735477116468243' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609626151951567850/posts/default/3159735477116468243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609626151951567850/posts/default/3159735477116468243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neoflaneur.blogspot.com/2008/09/race-in-new-york-city.html' title='Race in New York City'/><author><name>R. Arson Teague</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0CfCeFnqzNw/SM7tIFfVX4I/AAAAAAAAAF8/DMqBk4jEcuk/S220/bobbroadway.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2609626151951567850.post-2907041870342424512</id><published>2008-09-22T13:33:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T13:37:05.987-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Midtown'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>like Earth friendly, only not. ...</title><summary type='text'>Zen Burger, 465 Lexington Avenue, which pitches itself as Earth friendly with 100% meat-free burgers, will top that veggie burger with bacon for 79 cents."Any problem with that? Huh? Do ya, punk?"Kinda.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neoflaneur.blogspot.com/feeds/2907041870342424512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2609626151951567850&amp;postID=2907041870342424512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609626151951567850/posts/default/2907041870342424512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609626151951567850/posts/default/2907041870342424512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neoflaneur.blogspot.com/2008/09/like-earth-friendly-only-not.html' title='like Earth friendly, only not. ...'/><author><name>R. Arson Teague</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0CfCeFnqzNw/SM7tIFfVX4I/AAAAAAAAAF8/DMqBk4jEcuk/S220/bobbroadway.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2609626151951567850.post-8231467625268100813</id><published>2008-09-22T09:54:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T10:16:26.095-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Midtown'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Monday morning in Madison Square Park</title><summary type='text'>Good Monday morning from Madison Square Park. Actually, I'm just outside the park -- which as an FYI is blocks from Madison Square Garden -- sitting in the median between Broadway and Fifth Avenue. Its a lovely little spot, with cafe tables, decent chairs, umbrellas and FREE wireless access.The Flatiron building is 25 yards in front of me (facing Downtown). The Empire State Building is several </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neoflaneur.blogspot.com/feeds/8231467625268100813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2609626151951567850&amp;postID=8231467625268100813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609626151951567850/posts/default/8231467625268100813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609626151951567850/posts/default/8231467625268100813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neoflaneur.blogspot.com/2008/09/monday-morning-in-madison-square-park.html' title='Monday morning in Madison Square Park'/><author><name>R. Arson Teague</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0CfCeFnqzNw/SM7tIFfVX4I/AAAAAAAAAF8/DMqBk4jEcuk/S220/bobbroadway.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2609626151951567850.post-3546754337983108590</id><published>2008-09-21T02:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T02:46:34.763-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brooklyn'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>A tree? Really? In Brooklyn? No way?</title><summary type='text'>I don’t understand things sometimes. (BIG UNDERSTATEMENT) For example, Betty Smith, author of “A Tree Grows in Brooklyn”, made the statement like it was a shock.“Holy shit! A tree grows in Brooklyn!”Fact is, there are trees all over Brooklyn. I’m constantly bumping into them. Hell, I have one right outside my window, blocking my view.Just one more myth busted.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neoflaneur.blogspot.com/feeds/3546754337983108590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2609626151951567850&amp;postID=3546754337983108590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609626151951567850/posts/default/3546754337983108590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609626151951567850/posts/default/3546754337983108590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neoflaneur.blogspot.com/2008/09/tree-really-in-brooklyn-no-way.html' title='A tree? Really? In Brooklyn? No way?'/><author><name>R. Arson Teague</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0CfCeFnqzNw/SM7tIFfVX4I/AAAAAAAAAF8/DMqBk4jEcuk/S220/bobbroadway.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2609626151951567850.post-4391431862175277126</id><published>2008-09-19T11:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T11:27:55.122-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Greenwich Village'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Let’s talk Yataganese</title><summary type='text'>I don’t give a tinker’s dam who you are, if you come to New York City and fail to avail yourself of the best value in falafel sandwich the world has ever known, I will show my disapproval by spanking the loved one of your choice with a weapon from the list below.* Yatagan, a sweatbox on MacDougal Street just off Bleeker Street, is THE $2 falafel place. It was $2 in 1982 and it is still $2. The </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neoflaneur.blogspot.com/feeds/4391431862175277126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2609626151951567850&amp;postID=4391431862175277126' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609626151951567850/posts/default/4391431862175277126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609626151951567850/posts/default/4391431862175277126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neoflaneur.blogspot.com/2008/09/lets-talk-yataganese.html' title='Let’s talk Yataganese'/><author><name>R. Arson Teague</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0CfCeFnqzNw/SM7tIFfVX4I/AAAAAAAAAF8/DMqBk4jEcuk/S220/bobbroadway.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2609626151951567850.post-371863233663504566</id><published>2008-09-17T13:50:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T13:54:51.525-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='strangers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Union Square'/><title type='text'>Everyone’s a copy editor</title><summary type='text'>Union Square hosts an open market several times a week. Fresh breads, cheeses, produce and meats are brought in from area farms and displayed in stalls from 14th Street to 17th Street along the west side of the park. For free things to do in the city, you can’t do much better than walk the market and enjoy the vibe coming off all that wholesome goodness.Today, I did just that. One of the stalls </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neoflaneur.blogspot.com/feeds/371863233663504566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2609626151951567850&amp;postID=371863233663504566' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609626151951567850/posts/default/371863233663504566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609626151951567850/posts/default/371863233663504566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neoflaneur.blogspot.com/2008/09/everyones-copy-editor.html' title='Everyone’s a copy editor'/><author><name>R. Arson Teague</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0CfCeFnqzNw/SM7tIFfVX4I/AAAAAAAAAF8/DMqBk4jEcuk/S220/bobbroadway.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2609626151951567850.post-7067588052260669272</id><published>2008-09-17T13:50:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T13:51:23.448-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='strangers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>And they said it’s a dog eat dog world …</title><summary type='text'>Apparently I live in a tough neighborhood. I had no idea. I mean, I knew it was economically depressed and I knew loitering on street corners and stoops was the way the locals spent their evenings. I knew there were young, underemployed pseudothugs roaming the area. I even knew that once upon a time this was a war zone. But, that was long ago and I’m a “‘let-bygones-be-bygones’ is my motto”, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neoflaneur.blogspot.com/feeds/7067588052260669272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2609626151951567850&amp;postID=7067588052260669272' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609626151951567850/posts/default/7067588052260669272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609626151951567850/posts/default/7067588052260669272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neoflaneur.blogspot.com/2008/09/and-they-said-its-dog-eat-dog-world.html' title='And they said it’s a dog eat dog world …'/><author><name>R. Arson Teague</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0CfCeFnqzNw/SM7tIFfVX4I/AAAAAAAAAF8/DMqBk4jEcuk/S220/bobbroadway.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2609626151951567850.post-3799100351805241727</id><published>2008-09-16T11:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T11:08:12.914-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='strangers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='subway'/><title type='text'>Tying the tie</title><summary type='text'>Starting from the top and working down, the tie in this true story is setup. Working up from the ground, it is punchline. Worked in somewhere in the middle, allegory.I like allegory, so …I was on the subway, waiting for a train home after an evening of light drinking in Williamsburg, Brooklyn, when a commotion started down the platform.Subway platforms, whilst being the most impersonal of places,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neoflaneur.blogspot.com/feeds/3799100351805241727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2609626151951567850&amp;postID=3799100351805241727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609626151951567850/posts/default/3799100351805241727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609626151951567850/posts/default/3799100351805241727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neoflaneur.blogspot.com/2008/09/tying-tie.html' title='Tying the tie'/><author><name>R. Arson Teague</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0CfCeFnqzNw/SM7tIFfVX4I/AAAAAAAAAF8/DMqBk4jEcuk/S220/bobbroadway.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2609626151951567850.post-2216610984448693721</id><published>2008-09-15T19:00:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T19:04:27.036-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='free'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Financial District'/><title type='text'>Going back to my first NYC home</title><summary type='text'>On Saturday, a trip to Governor’s Island was free. Last time I lived in the city, it cost me 4 years of my life in blue coveralls and a lot of haircuts.Some things just get better with time. To be fair though, I have fond memories of Governor’s Island back in the day. The island got me to New York in the first place, courtesy of your tax dollars. … OK, your parents’ tax dollars. (Please give them</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neoflaneur.blogspot.com/feeds/2216610984448693721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2609626151951567850&amp;postID=2216610984448693721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609626151951567850/posts/default/2216610984448693721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609626151951567850/posts/default/2216610984448693721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neoflaneur.blogspot.com/2008/09/going-back-to-my-first-nyc-home.html' title='Going back to my first NYC home'/><author><name>R. Arson Teague</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0CfCeFnqzNw/SM7tIFfVX4I/AAAAAAAAAF8/DMqBk4jEcuk/S220/bobbroadway.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0CfCeFnqzNw/SM7pZMGMuvI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/gNZhxMRj-6k/s72-c/IMG_0653.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2609626151951567850.post-4145234518736299406</id><published>2008-09-13T12:01:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T12:05:13.096-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='out of town'/><title type='text'>Escape from (to/both?) New Jersey</title><summary type='text'>Took a little jaunt on New Jersey Transit to visit friends in Maplewood on Thursday. Nice visit in a cute little town 35 minutes from Penn Station. I can see this being a “get away from the city for some rest and relaxation – for about three hours” destination. Maplewood Village, a 20-second walk from the train station, has about half a dozen restaurants from cafes to sushi, a bar and several </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neoflaneur.blogspot.com/feeds/4145234518736299406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2609626151951567850&amp;postID=4145234518736299406' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609626151951567850/posts/default/4145234518736299406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609626151951567850/posts/default/4145234518736299406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neoflaneur.blogspot.com/2008/09/escape-from-toboth-new-jersey.html' title='Escape from (to/both?) New Jersey'/><author><name>R. Arson Teague</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0CfCeFnqzNw/SM7tIFfVX4I/AAAAAAAAAF8/DMqBk4jEcuk/S220/bobbroadway.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2609626151951567850.post-9086043950304967545</id><published>2008-09-13T11:52:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T11:55:51.687-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chelsea'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='arts'/><title type='text'>Going Goth, FIT style</title><summary type='text'>The Fashion Institute of Technology has three exhibits running right now. I happened to be in the area and decided to wander over and take a peek. What the heck? It was free.There were dresses, dresses and pics. In The Museum at FIT’s main gallery, “Arbiters of Style: Women at the Forefront of Fashion” was the fashion of the day (actually the exhibit runs until Nov. 8). There were bunches of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neoflaneur.blogspot.com/feeds/9086043950304967545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2609626151951567850&amp;postID=9086043950304967545' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609626151951567850/posts/default/9086043950304967545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609626151951567850/posts/default/9086043950304967545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neoflaneur.blogspot.com/2008/09/going-goth-fit-style.html' title='Going Goth, FIT style'/><author><name>R. Arson Teague</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0CfCeFnqzNw/SM7tIFfVX4I/AAAAAAAAAF8/DMqBk4jEcuk/S220/bobbroadway.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2609626151951567850.post-603987432687044134</id><published>2008-09-12T08:11:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T08:18:55.304-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='landmarks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Greenwich Village'/><title type='text'>Geometry matters, or it should</title><summary type='text'>I strolled past Father Demo Square on Bleeker Street and Sixth Avenue yesterday and all of the sudden it hit me like a belly full of bad fish.Father Demo Square is a triangle.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neoflaneur.blogspot.com/feeds/603987432687044134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2609626151951567850&amp;postID=603987432687044134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609626151951567850/posts/default/603987432687044134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609626151951567850/posts/default/603987432687044134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neoflaneur.blogspot.com/2008/09/geometry-matters-or-it-should.html' title='Geometry matters, or it should'/><author><name>R. Arson Teague</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0CfCeFnqzNw/SM7tIFfVX4I/AAAAAAAAAF8/DMqBk4jEcuk/S220/bobbroadway.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2609626151951567850.post-7132056899547876650</id><published>2008-09-11T14:50:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T14:06:57.823-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='East Village'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Housing Works … and so does this coffee shop</title><summary type='text'>With apologies to those who are about to hear the sounds of music, these are a few of my favorite things:a) drinking coffeeb) sitting around in air conditioningc) looking at used booksandd) helping people – so long as it doesn’t inconvenience me to do soCorrespondingly, then, Housing Works Bookstore Café has been one of my favorite places in the city since I stumbled upon it several years ago.I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neoflaneur.blogspot.com/feeds/7132056899547876650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2609626151951567850&amp;postID=7132056899547876650' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609626151951567850/posts/default/7132056899547876650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609626151951567850/posts/default/7132056899547876650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neoflaneur.blogspot.com/2008/09/housing-works-and-so-does-this-coffee.html' title='Housing Works … and so does this coffee shop'/><author><name>R. Arson Teague</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0CfCeFnqzNw/SM7tIFfVX4I/AAAAAAAAAF8/DMqBk4jEcuk/S220/bobbroadway.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2609626151951567850.post-2188749469653497681</id><published>2008-09-11T14:38:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T08:08:37.875-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='East Village'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Breakfast at Papaya Dog</title><summary type='text'>In a city where a diner breakfast can set you back $6, Papaya Dog on 14th Street and 1st Avenue is a welcome find. If you get there while the banner is still flying on the storefront, you can avail yourself of one of the specials – either two eggs on a roll, or … and this was my find of the day … two eggs, a mound of potatoes and two pieces of toast (white or wheat, because Papaya Dog cares about</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neoflaneur.blogspot.com/feeds/2188749469653497681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2609626151951567850&amp;postID=2188749469653497681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609626151951567850/posts/default/2188749469653497681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609626151951567850/posts/default/2188749469653497681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neoflaneur.blogspot.com/2008/09/breakfast-at-papaya-dog.html' title='Breakfast at Papaya Dog'/><author><name>R. Arson Teague</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0CfCeFnqzNw/SM7tIFfVX4I/AAAAAAAAAF8/DMqBk4jEcuk/S220/bobbroadway.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2609626151951567850.post-2973326590183727391</id><published>2008-09-11T14:31:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T08:08:56.600-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='arts'/><title type='text'>A little bit of Broadway about getting to Broadway</title><summary type='text'>Took in a Broadway show Sunday night, and had a great time.I know that’s what you are supposed to do at a Broadway show, but I usually just have an OK time. My fun center can be a little atrophied. Part of it, I’m sure, is that I look for the wires and mirrors while the magician is performing. But part of it is that I like my theater a little less slick. If it flows too well, or, if you can tell </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neoflaneur.blogspot.com/feeds/2973326590183727391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2609626151951567850&amp;postID=2973326590183727391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609626151951567850/posts/default/2973326590183727391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609626151951567850/posts/default/2973326590183727391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neoflaneur.blogspot.com/2008/09/little-bit-of-broadway-about-getting-to.html' title='A little bit of Broadway about getting to Broadway'/><author><name>R. Arson Teague</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0CfCeFnqzNw/SM7tIFfVX4I/AAAAAAAAAF8/DMqBk4jEcuk/S220/bobbroadway.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2609626151951567850.post-195597610304884176</id><published>2008-09-10T15:29:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T08:10:39.639-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='strangers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Greenwich Village'/><title type='text'>Walking through Greenwich Village</title><summary type='text'>Yesterday was a rainout, so I stayed in and did some must-do work, but today the highs are expected in the mid-70s, the sun is out and the air is scrubbed. It’s time for a walkabout. This morning I decided the thing to do was wander across town from the Lower East Side to Tribeca then up Greenwich Street, into the West Village until I hit Bleeker Street. Then I wanted to go East to the end of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neoflaneur.blogspot.com/feeds/195597610304884176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2609626151951567850&amp;postID=195597610304884176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609626151951567850/posts/default/195597610304884176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609626151951567850/posts/default/195597610304884176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neoflaneur.blogspot.com/2008/09/walking-through-greenwich-village.html' title='Walking through Greenwich Village'/><author><name>R. Arson Teague</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0CfCeFnqzNw/SM7tIFfVX4I/AAAAAAAAAF8/DMqBk4jEcuk/S220/bobbroadway.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2609626151951567850.post-1412866929183787289</id><published>2008-09-08T16:41:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T19:11:08.054-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coney Island'/><title type='text'>The fall of Astroland</title><summary type='text'>I’m not a huge fan of Coney Island. For one thing, it takes 40 minutes to get there on the yellow line. For another, I don’t eat hot dogs, not even Nathan’s Famous Hotdogs (gifted though they are with capital letters). Finally, it gives me the same sad stomach I get at casinos when I watch empty lives pass in front of insatiable slot machines.But, Sunday was the last day of the last season of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neoflaneur.blogspot.com/feeds/1412866929183787289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2609626151951567850&amp;postID=1412866929183787289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609626151951567850/posts/default/1412866929183787289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609626151951567850/posts/default/1412866929183787289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neoflaneur.blogspot.com/2008/09/fall-of-astroland.html' title='The fall of Astroland'/><author><name>R. Arson Teague</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0CfCeFnqzNw/SM7tIFfVX4I/AAAAAAAAAF8/DMqBk4jEcuk/S220/bobbroadway.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0CfCeFnqzNw/SM7rXnL26_I/AAAAAAAAAFw/MDFpN3z4QZg/s72-c/IMG_0619.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2609626151951567850.post-8847917896827824540</id><published>2008-09-08T16:35:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T16:38:30.875-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='strangers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='East Village'/><title type='text'>Hanna leaves me a present</title><summary type='text'>My first Saturday night in the city in a very long time was cut short by a raging tropical washout called Hanna. Some people have all the luck and I wasn’t feeling like those people, but when I woke up Sunday morning early, it was like a grateful Hanna had left me a couple hundred bucks on my nightstand for my efforts the night before. (“Thanks, sailor. You be sure to remember me the next time </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neoflaneur.blogspot.com/feeds/8847917896827824540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2609626151951567850&amp;postID=8847917896827824540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609626151951567850/posts/default/8847917896827824540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609626151951567850/posts/default/8847917896827824540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neoflaneur.blogspot.com/2008/09/hanna-leaves-me-present.html' title='Hanna leaves me a present'/><author><name>R. Arson Teague</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0CfCeFnqzNw/SM7tIFfVX4I/AAAAAAAAAF8/DMqBk4jEcuk/S220/bobbroadway.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2609626151951567850.post-6447229191209781046</id><published>2008-09-08T16:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T16:35:12.224-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chinatown'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Getting my fix in Chinatown</title><summary type='text'>Saturday was a quick, very wet, “get reacquainted” day with the city. I dropped my bags at the crib and set out to meet KC for a little food in Chinatown before being driven off the streets by Tropical Storm Hanna.I’m pulled to Chinatown like shoppers are pulled to Harold Square or Saks or 14th Street and theater geeks are pulled to theater geek stuff.No single group in New York lingers and mills</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neoflaneur.blogspot.com/feeds/6447229191209781046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2609626151951567850&amp;postID=6447229191209781046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609626151951567850/posts/default/6447229191209781046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609626151951567850/posts/default/6447229191209781046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neoflaneur.blogspot.com/2008/09/getting-my-fix-in-chinatown.html' title='Getting my fix in Chinatown'/><author><name>R. Arson Teague</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0CfCeFnqzNw/SM7tIFfVX4I/AAAAAAAAAF8/DMqBk4jEcuk/S220/bobbroadway.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2609626151951567850.post-4555076376658591558</id><published>2008-09-08T16:30:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T16:32:59.377-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='airports'/><title type='text'>Confessions of a Jetblue pervert</title><summary type='text'>I left Louisiana in the wake of Hurricane Gustav … on time – despite his best efforts to keep me in the state – and intact, and was greeted in New York City by a weeping Tropical Storm Hanna. Wandering from one natural disaster into another seems to be a good way to start, or a start, anyway. I’ll leave the morality of nature to the philosophers.Besides, this is a confession of my love and sick </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neoflaneur.blogspot.com/feeds/4555076376658591558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2609626151951567850&amp;postID=4555076376658591558' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609626151951567850/posts/default/4555076376658591558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609626151951567850/posts/default/4555076376658591558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neoflaneur.blogspot.com/2008/09/confessions-of-jetblue-pervert.html' title='Confessions of a Jetblue pervert'/><author><name>R. Arson Teague</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0CfCeFnqzNw/SM7tIFfVX4I/AAAAAAAAAF8/DMqBk4jEcuk/S220/bobbroadway.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2609626151951567850.post-5597418650613189791</id><published>2008-08-29T22:32:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T22:35:46.995-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Gustav sets rambling course</title><summary type='text'>Gustav was making a beeline to Louisiana, but started wandering around Jamaica. Now, no one is certain when he will make contact with these American shores. I like the fact that the weather has chosen to define me. It is an auspicious beginning to the trek.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neoflaneur.blogspot.com/feeds/5597418650613189791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2609626151951567850&amp;postID=5597418650613189791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609626151951567850/posts/default/5597418650613189791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609626151951567850/posts/default/5597418650613189791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neoflaneur.blogspot.com/2008/08/gustav-sets-rambling-course.html' title='Gustav sets rambling course'/><author><name>R. Arson Teague</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0CfCeFnqzNw/SM7tIFfVX4I/AAAAAAAAAF8/DMqBk4jEcuk/S220/bobbroadway.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2609626151951567850.post-308332564655050346</id><published>2008-08-27T07:03:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T02:59:44.351-04:00</updated><title type='text'>And then, along comes Gustav</title><summary type='text'>So, that's how it's gonna be, huh? Make nautical references in a blog post, get a hurricane in real life?Well, alrighty then. Bring it, Sister Earth.I'm flying out of Louis Armstrong (I see skies of blue, my ass) International Airport, New Orleans, La., on Sept. 6, but Gustav -- sitting on Haiti right now as a tropical storm, but expected to get back up to fighting weight and onto attack </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neoflaneur.blogspot.com/feeds/308332564655050346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2609626151951567850&amp;postID=308332564655050346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609626151951567850/posts/default/308332564655050346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609626151951567850/posts/default/308332564655050346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neoflaneur.blogspot.com/2008/08/and-then-along-comes-gustav.html' title='And then, along comes Gustav'/><author><name>R. Arson Teague</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0CfCeFnqzNw/SM7tIFfVX4I/AAAAAAAAAF8/DMqBk4jEcuk/S220/bobbroadway.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2609626151951567850.post-8393588934364491767</id><published>2008-08-23T20:40:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T07:38:28.525-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting for high tide</title><summary type='text'>This project is all about slowing down and taking time to see a world most people fly past, and yet I'm willing to confess it is taking way too long for the boat to Ellis Island to sail. I've been pressed against the railing for five years, and it is time to go. Now!What the heck. Contradiction is the human condition and I'm only human -- all too human sometimes. It will all happen. I'll land on </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neoflaneur.blogspot.com/feeds/8393588934364491767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2609626151951567850&amp;postID=8393588934364491767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609626151951567850/posts/default/8393588934364491767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2609626151951567850/posts/default/8393588934364491767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neoflaneur.blogspot.com/2008/08/waiting-for-high-tide.html' title='Waiting for high tide'/><author><name>R. 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