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Monday, July 28, 2014

Bento Sushi & Noodles

Still in search of decent Financial District lunch spots, I came across this place on Broadway. Like most of the places around here, it's a counter service restaurant with a limited menu and a handful of tables. And it's relatively inexpensive.

I ordered a Bento box and was satisfied with my meal. I had chicken teriyaki over white rice served with Gyoza, California roll and a side salad. The fish was fresh, the chicken tender and flavorful, the dumpling light and delicate. Portions were a bit small but satisfying.

Small issues. The Bento box comes with a choice of California roll or salmon nigiri, bit no one asked me for my preference. When I asked for a paper menu to take with me, the cashier had no clue where to find one. I found it myself. And the utensils and condiments are located in front of the cashier!s station, which is fine if you're buying repackaged sushi, but if you have to wait for your order it becomes very inconvenient.

It's a bit of a hike from my office, but it was a decent lunch option. I wll probably be back.

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Sunday, July 27, 2014

Wantable cosmetic box

Disappointed with my IPSY experience, and already satisfied with my Wantable experience visit a visit the accessories box, I ordered the Wantable cosmetics box just a few days ago.  It arrived the same day as my IPSY box. 

In some ways it's unfair to compare the two.  IPSY costs $10 and provides sample sizes.  Wantable is $36 and send full sized products.

Wantable also gives you a receipt telling you what you receive and how to use it.  Nice touch.

I got Liberty Republic Spellbound Nail Lauer Belladonna,  Glam Natural Lip Cream Love Affair, Ofra Bright Addiction Eye Shadow in Ocean Blue, and Vincent Longo Dew Drop Blush in Desert Rose.

All of the products look fun as useful.

Ipsy - finally

So when I came home yoday, there it was.   My IPSY glam bag.  A cute pink bag.

Inside I found 5 items.

1.  A sample size put - lisle sunscreen.   SPF 30.  Worth a try.

2.  A sample size derma e BB creme.  Light tint.  SPF 25.  I want to try a BB creme, so this is very welcome.

3.  Bare Minerals eye shadow.  Two shades.  It's not a full sized compact.   The shades are passion and muse.  I've liked other Bare Minerals products.   This will be used.

4.  Pixie tinted brilliance balm in Unique Pink.    It's a pale pink.  Pretty.

5. Pop Beauty Sunkist ed Bronzer in Secret Sunshine.   Looks a little dark for my complexion.  But I'm willing to give it a try.

Worth the $10?  Clearly yes.

Worth the aggravation?


The 9/11 Memorial

A very emotional day yesterday.

Every American who was old enough to be aware of his or her surroundings in 2001 has a 9/11 story. The shock, the fear, the horror of that day is indelibly imprinted on our collective consciousness, and each of us adds his or her experiences to our memory and understanding of that day.

I'd spent most of my career working in lower Manhattan or Jersey City, but in September of 2001 I was fortunate to be with a Long Island based law firm, and with no court appearances scheduled in the city that day, my plan was to go to my office and focus on paperwork.

I was driving to work, I had the radio on, and Scott Shannon was interviewing a man who had just seen an airplane hit one of the towers of the World Trade Center. During the interview, the witness suddenly exclaimed that a second plane hit the other tower.

I think I knew in that moment that the world had changed, and not for the better.

I watched the rest of the morning's events unfold on a small TV in the firm's gym/rec room.

I was so lucky to be elsewhere that day. Mi knew people who died, people who lost loved ones, people who were displaced from their homes, people who emerged from the site covered in ash and dust.

Ditto Drew. He was supposed to start teaching at a school in lower Manhattan in September 2001, but fortunately landed a job in a district on Long Island.

Since then I've watched the rebuilding and revitalization of lower Manhattan. Walk through the Financial District now and you wouldn't know it was the site of such devastation almost 13 years ago. It's a thriving, crowded neighborhood, different from what existed before the attack, but just as vital and exciting.

I knew I'd have to visit the memorial and museum. And Saturday was the day.

I've been a regular commuter through the World Trade Center these past ten years, but Drew hadn't been down there since . . . Well, he's not quite sure, but probably before 2001. So it was interesting to see the neighborhood through his eyes.

Remember that the original World Trade Center was not just the Twin Towers. It was a 16 acre campus, with 7 office buildings gathered around an open plaza, with an underground shopping concourse connecting three subway lines and the PATH trains to New Jersey.

The rebuilt World Trade Center has office towers on the northern part of the campus, and will eventually have a transit hub as well.

But the southern part of the campus, along Liberty Street ...

The memorial is a serene plaza, with beautiful trees. Where each of the towers once stood is now a reflecting pool, a full acre in size, with water falling down . . .deep down, many stories below street level. Very peaceful.

And then you enter the museum. There's a cavernous space, dotted with a few artifacts. A fire engine. The antenna that sat on top of the North Tower. The last beam of steel removed from the site. How the towers were built, and how Philippe Petit tight rope walked between two towers.

There's a room with the photos of each person who died.

You can see the actual slurry wall.

Drew and I both shuddered when we found the sign that used to sit on the street, telling people all abnout the World trade Center.

But nothing prepares you for the intensity of the "September 11 room".

This is the heart of the museum. A collection of artifacts, photos, audio tapes, film clips...the Twin Towers as landmark and icon. The February 1993 attack on the Trade Center ... I watched that unfold from my office in a Jersey City. The events and aftermath of the 9/11 attacks. There are displays devoted to the attack on the Pentagon and Flight 93, but the focus is on the events in lower Manhattan.

It's the first time I've gone through a history museum where I'd lived through the history being displayed.  It was like going back in time 13 years.  It was painful, it was cathartic, but it was so worthwhile.  I cried through most of the exhibits.

The newspaper headlines from that morning -- it was primary day, elections were being held.  The "missing" posters that were all over the city afterwards.  Ordinary things, like PATH quickcards.

What really made me cry, though, was the model of the Trade Center in its heyday.  How many times did I spend my lunch hour sitting on that plaza, by the reflecting pool.  Even when there weren't concerts, it was a nice place to bring your sandwich and enjoy.

Afterwards we walked down to Battery Park.  The Sphere, the sculpture that had graced the plaza of the Trade Center, is located in the park.  I'd visited it before, and wanted to show Drew. was gone!  Apparently the city moved it to another part of the park last year, and we couldn't find it.  We should have kept looking.

We wound up in Chinatown for dinner.  Our favorite Wo Hop.  A little mood changer after such a solemn day.

The new One World Trade Center, as seen from Liberty Street.

The last column to be removed from the site.

Part of the broadcast antenna that sat on the North Tower.

The slurry wall.

The new transit hub, as seen from the 9/11 Memorial plaza.

One World Trade Center, as seen from the Memorial Plaza.


The reflecting pools.  

A quote from Virgil sets the tone:

 The Survivors staircase.  The damage isn't from 9/11, it's from the wrecking ball before someone thought to preserve it.


The museum itself.

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Saturday, July 26, 2014

Seen in the window of a recently reviewed restaurant

Oh my.

Friday, July 25, 2014

Oh how nice

The Ipsy bag was apparently delivered to my house today.

I've got weekend plans, won't be home until Sunday.

The big reveal happens Sunday night.

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Thursday, July 24, 2014

It's a miracle

The fearless glam bag has made its way to my local post office.

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