What not to eat on the subway

This morning’s In the Papers made me laugh when Pat pointed out a follow-up story (sorry, I forget which paper) relating to that Spaghetti Incident story. (You’ve probably seen the dumb video by now, but if you haven’t, a woman was eating spaghetti out of a Styrofoam container on the subway recently; a fellow passenger called her an “animal” for eating on the train, and the pasta-slurping passenger got up in her grill, leading to a fisticuffs. An aside: bonus points to Pat for the Guns n’ Roses reference, whether intentional or not.)

Anyway, the follow-up story concerned a woman who was caught eating CURRIED SHARK on the subway. Many things went through my mind after reading this: Where did she get that? Ew! Or maybe, yum! And then I thought of the people who do something even more offensive.

While it may sound gross to sit next to a lady eating a plate of steaming hot fish on the subway, at least the people sharing the train with her could move away, and they probably didn’t have to ride the train for that long. But it’s a different story when you’re stuck in an office and some grade-A moron uses the office microwave to reheat fish. People, this is is so very wrong on so many levels.

Anyway, it sounded like the story was insinuating that the MTA is considering some sort of rule banning eating on the train. I will be annoyed if even one dollar of taxpayer money is spent contemplating or enforcing this rule. I take the subway twice a day every day, and it just doesn’t happen that often. Or if it does, I don’t even notice it, which makes it a non-issue.

Anyway, I’m outta here for a few days, headed to Arizona for a wedding. Happy rest of the week everybody!

Haircut 100

This morning on NY1 Pat Kiernan noted that there has been a bizarre pattern of crimes taking place in barber shops and hair salons this week. I actually hadn't realized that two of the incidents were separate because I was getting them mixed up in my head. Anyway, there was the Bensonhurst barbershop shooting earlier this week, followed by the Stamford, CT incident in which a guy got arrested mid-haircut (leading the Post to hilariously describe his half-done do as a "half-fro"). Then there was the horrifying story of the man who murdered his hairstylist wife in broad daylight while she was working in a Manhattan salon.

I'm actually scheduled to get my hair cut in about two hours. Should I be worried?!

The cause of the world's problems is...Spiderman?

Once again I have totally failed to blog/tweet NY1 happenings in any kind of regular way. I had a horrendous work deadline, then promptly came down with strep throat when it was over. I’ve spent this past week catching up from that.

In any case, the news cycle rolls on. Congrats to NY1 for getting a hot scoop this week: They broke the story about Julie Taymor leaving the hugely troubled Spiderman production. I had to laugh at one of the dumb person on the street interviews accompanying Vivian Lee's story. One woman declared that the amount of money that has been spent on the critically panned show is disgraceful and could have been better spent on feeding the homeless and taking care of NYC, etc. I guess she didn’t realize Spiderman is a private, commercial enterprise and not a government-funded art project. I mean, that song-and-dance number about Arachne shopping for shoes sounded truly atrocious, but I’m not blaming the producers for the world’s social ills. They’ve messed up enough things on their own; no need to assign more blame.

What else has happened-oh yes, Chezza wrote a book! Seems Chezza-my inexplicable nickname for NY1 anchor Cheryl Wills-did some digging on her ancestry to find out more about her father, who passed away many years ago; turns out she’s the descendant of Civil War veteran Sandy Wills. The resulting book, “Die Free,” was just published. Congrats to Cheryl for this achievement.

And finally—this is old news by now, but I learned something fascinating during my hours of watching Ny1 the week that I was being a shut-in with strep throat. Pat Kiernan doesn’t drink coffee! Tea either, for that matter. How on earth does he handle the morning shift? I for one would be a basket case. I just developed a WHOLE NEW respect for PK. That is pretty intense.

OK-over and out for now.