Page 8 of 13

“Man And Woman – The Beauty Of Creation”

What a beautiful addition to the planet it was when God created man and woman…or for the naysayers, when Nature put the first male and female on the earth’s surface.

For six thousand years of recorded history, men and women have been an item, physically, emotionally, romantically, coming together as one and in so doing perpetuating the human race and adding stability to villages, tribes, countries, regions, societies throughout the world.

Relationships between men and women aren’t always easy and may never have been. The very biological and emotional differences which define and separate the two genders sometimes lead tomisunderstandings and turbulent relationships. To be sure, the astounding and amazing interaction of man and woman comes along with a price tag.

The wondrous beauty, curves, sexuality, finesse, softer touch, deeper emotions of the female species vis-a-vis the outwardly more robust, sterner, less finished, apparently (but not actually) less emotional facade of the male can come together to create a lifetime of emotional and physical satiety unrivaled in human experience. The same can also create tremendous interpersonal conflict.

Many have tried and are still experimenting with alternatives to the man-woman relationship…but I daresay that despite the awesome challenges that men and women face in their relationships with each other, the intent of God and Nature operating under normal forces to foster incomparable pleasure while sustaining civilization cannot be beat by alternative humanly contrived models.

“Manhattan’s Upper West Side – Choice Part Of Town”

The Upper West Side is one of the most vibrant and eclectic parts of the entire NYC region and includes a wide spectrum, to wit, old money, new money, yuppies, hipsters, hippies, black, white, Asian, Hispanic, immigrant, native-born, senior, middle-aged, young, college-educated, high-school educated, dropouts, kids in strollers, Gentile, Jew, Muslim.

Here we have the world renowned Lincoln Center, Juilliard School, Museum of Natural History, Beacon Theater, Symphony Space, Columbia University, Barnard Collge, Bank Street School, Cathedral of St. John the Divine, Central Park, Riverside Park, churches, synagogues, tons of dining and entertainment options including the well-known Tavern on the Green in Central Park, world-class hospitals, fantastic transportation options – subway, bus, taxi, and the list goes on.

The real estate includes hi-risers, low-rise and mid-rise buildings, brownstones, townhouses. Some buildings are of solid, lovely prewar construction, others are postwars with modern amenities. There are co-ops, modern condos, rentals, elevator/laundry buildings, walkups, historic and landmark buildings.

Mostly middle class, the citizenry also includes the well-heeled as well as lower income segments, all living side by side in relative harmony.

Young and old alike can be seen strolling its avenues and cross streets. Main thoroughfares include bustling Broadway offering commercial and residential edifices, lots of shopping, dining, banking facilities. Additionally, Columbus and Amsterdam are two very popular, well-trafficked Avenues.

Manhattan’s UWS is a wonderful place to live or work and provides all the amenities of contemporary urban life within its boundaries. It’s a good place to be for singles, married couples, families, seniors and one can sometimes even encounter the ubiquitous hipsters alongside the college crowd in the cafes and avenues stretching from Julliard all the way up to Columbia, Barnard and City College.

One would be hard pressed to find a more eclectic environment anywhere else in New York.

“Rent Stabilization In New York City”

There’s always a lot of contention and rhetoric regarding the issue of rent stabilization, as evidenced by the annual raucous event in June when the Rent Guidelines Board holds its meeting. To be sure, this is to be expected when one is dealing with issues of finance, livelihood, profits, and making ends meet as a tenant or as a landlord.

There are many in New York City who allege that rent stabilization is to be blamed for the continued housing shortage and high rents. Many landlords with personal agendas refuse to see beyond the lining of their own pockets. They, and their numberless advocates, would like to see the poor, the indigent, the working class, the hardworking fireman, police officer, nurse, janitor, stockroom clerk, and myriad decent, law abiding citizens run out of town and replaced by the wealthy, the Wall Sreeter, loaded foreigners using NYC as a playground for second homes, and kindred types in an assorted well-heeled only clique.

Well, they can dream on, if they must, but the state legislature, many years ago, acted wisely in recognizing that if market forces alone were to determine housing costs in NYC, this great town would become a playland for only the Park Avenue and Fifth Avenue gentry and similar other financially well-endowed individuals. They realized that NYC stands as a beacon to the world of the best of America, that it is more than another metropolis for only the likes of the Rockefellers, JP Morgans, Vanderbilts, and a wave of pseudo and nouveau wealthy, and the menagerie of individuals who have attained or inherited wealth by legal or illegal means.

They understood that NYC is not Beverly Hills, that it stands alone in America and throughout the world as a place for people of all ethnicities, all races, all classes, all religions to coexist, to work, and yes…to find shelter.

Some have argued that since food prices are not generally regulated, why should some housing be subject to rules and price restraints. Housing and food are considered basic human needs in all societies and here in NYC and in America we do provide safeguards for many against out of control food prices by providing food stamps and other assistance to those who cannot afford the market rates by virtue of income and assets. Likewise, in NYC we provide rent regulations to ensure economic diversity in the city’s population and affordability for those who would otherwise be priced out.

For those who cry foul alleging that regulations are killing landlords, one must consider also that many owners of rent regulated buildings and units have enjoyed tax breaks, abatements, concessions that were granted to them up front and which some continue to enjoy.

Most Americans support our capitalist form of government in which the marketplace is the dominant mechanism at work. We also demand governmental oversight, vigilance, regulation, interference in ensuring safety, health, environmental standards are met and also that the economic pie is available for all hardworking and that cities like NYC remain economically and socially diversified and well-balanced.

This combination ensures that NYC continues to attract the best talent to manage its industries and governments as well as those at ground level to care for the work needed there. It allows NYC to be the residence and workplace for those also who work to maintain its infrastructure for all – teachers, police officers, firemen, paramedics, construction workers, and a long list of hardworking others scattered throughout the city.

There will always be a few culprits on both sides who abuse a system that was designed to do good. There will be stabilized tenants with lofty salaries and assets, riding high, frolicking in the sand and beach at their other villas; there will be landlords never satisfied with the rent they are getting if they can eke out one more penny from another hapless tenant including the old granny living off of her tiny social security check and struggling to buy food and medicine.

Many owners of regulated apartments do indeed have a difficult time keeping pace with rising costs of energy, labor, maintenance, supplies, etc. We cannot ignore the legitimate concerns of struggling landlords facing escalating costs. But the Board does take into account their concerns when it meets annually to determine the allowable percentage increase in rents for buildings under stabilization.

When the smoke clears and the dust settles, one finds that sometimes there really are struggling landlords; and yes, sometimes there really are people who are unable to move elsewhere not only in the city but practically in any other corner of the planet.

The status quo in rent stabilization may not be ideal, it may not be perfect, and it may well indeed be in need of tweaking or even fundamental reform to address abuses and to find alternative or complementary means of housing affordability. Let’s however not throw out the baby with the bath water but work together as residents of the city through our elected representatives to address the concerns of all constituents.

“Florida Tidbits – Tales Of Crawlies, Heat, Humidity”

Bugs, Heat and Humidity or Not Ready For Chippindales

One of the biggest negs down there is the bugs, man. They used to crawl into all my clothes and cause me to suddenly do an unintended Chippendales for my lady friends. Got to the point where I walked around my house nude just to not feel a palmetto in my clothes.

Darned if I didn’t catch my next door neighbor, a lonely transplanted senior Southern widow from Atlanta, peeking through the window one day and doubling up in laughter. That hurt both my pride and my ventilation system to keep cool so much that I hightailed it out of Florida and never looked back.

Crawlies In My Undies

Lady friend of mine from NYC moved down and had a change of heart. One night she laid out her nightie and undies on the bed, hopped in the shower, came out and jumped right into to her fresh lingerie. Didn’t realize that some crawlie got in her lower undies while she was showering. I tell ya, she flew out of those drawers faster than Catwoman could say “meow.” She packed her bags and headed back to NYC in a jiffy!

Hey, don’t let that discourage you…do what another friend does down there…she gives every piece of clothing a thorough shaking before jumping into it.

“Life On The Farm”

“I knew from day one that she wasn’t cut out for life on the farm.

“We had met in the city and had fallen in love instantly. She was drop-dead gorgeous and I was a loner looking for a woman to spice up my life. So a few weeks after a whirlwind romance, I proposed. She accepted and we honeymooned at the Marriott Marquis in the Big Apple.

“I waited until after the honeymoon to tell her that I was a farm boy from upstate and that I wanted us to move back there. She really did not wanna go, but she felt obligated, and was advised by an attorney that it would be difficult to annul the marriage on those grounds. So off we went to my farm, located off the beaten track in a wooded area north of Albany.

“Everything bothered her… the horse manure was too much and too odorous, the birds chirped incessantly, she didn’t want to wake up early to milk the cows, she didn’t know how to cook eggs or even where to get them after the hens had laid them, the owls hooted too much at night…and the cock crowed at 4:00 a.m. every morning when she would rather enjoy a quiet, undisturbed sleep.

“The complaints kept on for week after week, and month after month. Finally, she packed her belongings and headed back to the city in a fury, saying that she could no longer tolerate life on the farm…or the animals…or me.

“Now that she’s gone, all is sullen and gloomy. Even though, she did not like life here, she was loved and desired by all living creatures in our little abode. All the romance of farm life has dissipated for me, and I no longer have desire to do anything…or for anything. And it seems that all on the farm feel the same way. The cows no longer give milk, the birds do not chirp anymore, and the owl no longer give its usual nighttime hoot.

“It’s all deadly quiet at night too. And it seems that nothing rises up at the crack of dawn anymore.

“Even the cock no longer crows – at any time of day or night.”…

“A prophet Is Not Without Honor Except In His Own Hometown”

“It’s ironic that very often the ones who root for you, encourage you, motivate you, or see in you the prospects to cross an important personal threshold, end up being strangers, acquaintances, and friends, rather than immediate family or loved ones. Perhaps, as Jesus once said, ‘A prophet is not without honor except in his own hometown.’

“The piercing and insightful words by the Son of God can be metaphorically applied to so many individual situations.

“People often have dreams or talents or skills or goals that they work hard to attain. They often have messages that they desire to share to those at large. The paradox that obtains so frequently is that the ones that they expect to see their message,e or to root for them, see nothing at all, or find nothing worth tipping their hat to.

“Yet those from afar, or who pass by, pause to recognize you for the potential you hold and the validity of the positive vibes you send out to make a difference in the lives of others.”…”Reflections of A Writer”…Miles Alex.

“Good Old Uncle Joe”

“When I was a kid, Uncle Joe mentored me on the facts of life. One thing he always told me is, ‘Johnny, when you grow up, never chase after a woman. The key is to always play hard to get. If you run after them, they’ll feel superior and haughty. Turn the tables on them, and let them come after you!’

“Well, the years have gone by, I’m getting grey, and no woman is coming my way. I don’t know if it’s my hairstyle, my outfits, my personality, or my looks – but I’ve never had a lady run after me.

“So now, I’m easy to get….but still no one’s knocking on my door.. I tried to contact Old Uncle Joe to find out how come his formula never worked for me . But Mama told me he passed on years ago. He died a bachelor in a Himalayan village where women outnumbered men five to one.

“Poor Uncle Joe! All his life, he employed the wrong strategy. I should have followed my other uncle – Uncle Sam. He always chased after a beautiful skirt – and his arms were always full with gorgeous ladies, and his nights joyous and bountiful”….”‘The Life and Times of Johnny Amazon” – as narrated to Miles Alex.

“A Woman To Go After”

“It was a crisp, cool autumn evening in the sleepy hamlet upstate. We had been introduced a few months earlier, and in the ensuing days grew fonder of each other. We went out out for drinks a few weeks before and just two days ago we took an evening stroll together along a quiet country road, holding hands and gazing upward to a starry evening.

“Now, as I watched from afar, leaning against the rickety fence in the barnyard, I saw her mount the black stallion effortlessly and saunter off for an evening ride. My eyes gazed intently and followed her every movement atop that beautiful animal whose glistening mane shone brightly, even as darkness encircled and the evening was drawing to a close.

“She rode graciously, holding on to the reins, her lovely shape swaying in the saddle and her luscious curves bouncing gracefully and yet provocatively. The horse was not an easy one to ride and had thrown many a would-be rider – but she was surely no ordinary rider.

“I looked at her with devotion, admiration, and yearning. ‘A woman as lovely as she is, and who can ride like that – she’s got to be a woman for me to go after,’ I mused excitedly. ‘She would be an awesome partner to have, for sure.’ ”

“Ancestral Links”

The sometimes somber, sometimes joyful reality of human civilization is that there have been monumental changes in the status quo from its inception to the present. There are, of course, basic needs and aspirations that remain the same , or that ought to remain the same – the need for food, clothing, shelter, sexual and other bodily functioning, and the higher-level need to be the best one can be in the journey of life.

However, if one looks at the concept of “race,” one surely can see that there have been changes in identity as groups moved, voluntarily or involuntarily, from one land mass or region to another. Groups often conquered others, or were themselves conquered. Often, movements occurred as a result of natural or man-made factors.

I look at countries like the USA and the land in which I was born – both countries comprising diverse racial groups. And I see so often, various individuals and organizations promoting links to “ancestral homelands” that go back centuries and several generations.

There’s nothing wrong, I believe, in recognizing that each of us is partially defined by a multitude of influences – race, religion, tribe, ethnicity, region, nationality, family, education, and ancestry, etc.

The thing to be ware of, though, is that each person uses those associations differently, and many emerge as human beings first and foremost, while others are largely defined by one or more of those influences specifically.

However one chooses to view oneself and life, one must understand that as man has continued to move around, he adapts to new environments. It is a matter of survival. Thus, a descendant of a race in one country with links going back centuries in another, will find that he or she will necessarily hold both similarities and dissimilarities with people from so-called “mother countries.”

If we are aware of this, it would perhaps make efforts to maintain some links more realistic and meaningful . Knowing that wherever we happen to be. wherever we find ourselves living and sweating, playing and sleeping, that is our home. We share commonalities with our neighbors regardless of their ancestral links. We pay taxes to the same authorities, share the same land, enjoy protection and services of the same governments, and work collectively to make the same nation a better and more beneficial one for all.

By recognizing this, and by realizing the over-arching role we all play as human beings first and foremost in a diverse world where we must share with others, the fostering of links to “race” and other “ancestral homelands” can be more rewarding and less divisive.

“I’ll Never Leave You For Another”

“She kissed me passionately at the start of our romance, softly whispering in my ears, ‘Darling, I’ve chosen you to be the one, and I’ll never leave you for another!’

“Years later, I stood bereft of everything but the clothes on my back and a half empty suitcase, wishing that she had chosen another and left me my possessions.”….”The Life and Times of Johnny Amazon”

« Older posts Newer posts »

© 2024 Miles Alex, Writer

Theme by Anders NorenUp ↑