Waiting on the Storm

We're all gearing up for Hurricane Sandy here. It's currently on worst-case-scenario track, but it has a way of changing suddenly so we don't know yet what will happen.

People have been friendly and funny today. Cashiers have been chattier and snarky, and strangers are talking to me on the street. Everyone is a little nervous but also in the "what-can-you-do" state. We're all going to hunker down. Well, not all. Some people are being evacuated. We probably should evacuate too, but JC is only evacuating people on the bottom floors of high rises by the river.

Here's what we look like. The red is "oh-shit" zone. I'm at the blue pin.

I have prepared as much as I can. I have a bunch of food too, but I was too lazy to bring it into the other room for this photo.

Ready as I'll ever be.

Harassment in Cairo

There's been a lot of media coverage lately of sexual harassment in Cairo, around Tahrir Square. And in this piece, it's being talked about and men are trying to stop it. And that is a step forward.

I don't know what the problem is with harassment in Cairo. Surely it's to do with poverty and ignorance mixed with lack of exposure to women aside from via TV, and if you don't believe me on the ignorance, check out this video about catcalling in New York. The men who do it claim that it makes women fell good.

Which is nonsense. It makes people feel scared, embarrassed, and horrible. So these are men who are not impoverished, but still manage the ignorance part of the equation.

I had a clue something was up in Egypt the first time I went there in 1999, but I was with two guys, so the soldiers wrapping their arms around me and suggesting someone take a photo didn't seem too harmful. Plus, this was no different than the mild hassle I'd get in most countries.

On the next trip (November, 2001), I'd just gotten off the train in Cairo when this happened:

I got in a taxi at the Cairo train station. By the time the driver asked "which Hilton," we were already underway, and it was too late for me to find a driver who'd heard of the Magic Hotel.

The driver groped my leg. Startled, I jumped.

"Sorry," he said. "So beautiful..."

"Gross," was my reply. "That's disgusting. You shouldn't touch tourists. Pull over. Let me out right now."

As luck would have it, he pulled over and I got out right in front of the tourist police and the Nile Hilton.

"You're disgusting," I announced, emboldened by the police presence. I refused to pay him and he fled quickly without argument.

And here are some 2007 stories: 

Walking to Zamalek He unzipped his pants.

Glimpses of Flashes I've been hearing others that trump mine completely.

Fun with Taxis "No, I mean..." He made an obscene motion with his finger. "I love you."

My stories are nothing compared to the stories of women who actually live in Cairo. This happens to everyone, not just foreigners or protestors.

The fact that it's finally being addressed doesn't mean it never happened before. Only that people are finally trying to stop it. But it may be that taking down a corrupt dictator was the easy part. 

But the Laundry Dries Fast

The ceiling fan in the kitchen won't turn off with the remote anymore, so I called the manufacturer. They told me I need a new receiver and sent me this.

 Stay tuned.

This should be funny.

 For you.

More Red Hook

Here is a photo gallery of photos I took in Red Hook on Saturday.

Walking Red Hook

After three straight days of staring at the computer and working on the Iron Man novel, I was going stir-crazy and had to get out of the house.

I went over to Red Hook in Brooklyn, to go on a photo trip with SVA.

It was fun—I didn't take the ferry because it was just easiest to catch the subway to the free jitney to the meeting spot at IKEA. I had some meatballs and lingonberries on the way (does anyone really need FIFTEEN meatballs??) and walked around for about three hours.

At four, I took my leave after the group went to the host's studio/apartment to look at slides. I had a headache from walking about in the sun, and a brain-ache from group activity, and since I can go to incredible Italian delis in J.C. any time, the next part of the event didn't engage me.


I walked over the pedestrian bridge back to the brownstones and trees of Carroll Gardens, caught the train back to Penn Station, and spent a few hours in my office before heading out to meet a friend for dinner.

And by the time I got home after midnight, I was fried.

So it was just dandy when the upstairs neighbor, the one that snores so loud I hear it through the floor, decided to have drunk friends over at 3:30 AM. Swell!

Gods

I was typing out my next blog post for Wanderlust magazine when I got to this incident. I was in Gorakhpur, India, just over a year ago, wasting time before my overnight train to Varanasi. I was across the street from the railway station, searching for thali, when I came across this place.

I asked the man in the shop next door, "What is that?"

"Gods," he said, shrugging.

Don's New Project

Look, Don Hudson's Kickstarter project is a Staff Pick! 

I kicked in for this project. But I couldn't do the two grand level--which would make a lot of sense, because at that level, Don draws your own comic project for you. That I could use. 

Today's Project

I'm a busy gal, but I still had to make something for a baby shower I'm heading to in an hour.

Fortunately, Martha Stewart had me covered with an online video for making this portable diaper changing pad, and City Quilter had half-yards of plastic-coated cotton for sale. I had batting around the house from some other project—maybe part of the bedbug I sewed a few years ago.

I put in my Castro and Obama caganers for scale. This pad rolls up tiny. It's basically just the plastic-coated cotton, a soft fabric, batting, pink thread, five inches of pink elastic, and a flat button. Easy-peasy.

Good for busy Iron Man prose writers.

Lazy and Overwhelmed

New York Comic Con is on today! I was there yesterday, being inarticulate on a panel about Marvel prose. Fortunately, some of my comic book pals were there to pick up my slack.

The con is fairly new--was it just a few years ago when it took up half the convention center and the travel show took up the other half? No more. The con has gotten huge, MASSIVE. San Diego-big. I don't think I can bear to go back today.

Which sucks, because I was going to get Mike to sign my Economix book for me. But I can't bear to go back—jostling tens of thousands of people to fight my way to Mike's table seems daunting here on a Saturday. I hope someone else drops by for his signing, which is at two at Charlie's Abrams table.

Traveling in Style

This was parked outside the A&P today. I love these bikes—there's a whole group of older men that dress their bikes up around here. I've seen them in JC and in the East Village. They even ride in the Puerto Rican Day parade.

Meanwhile, I was in a matte-finish old Ford. I should really dress Henry up a bit.