BEWARE OF TROLL at the Carl Schutz Park

This is the little dog run at the Carl Schurz on the upper east side of Manhattan. It starts at 85th and York and moves along the river. This is a shot of the little dog run. To the left is the boardwalk and then the river. Here are where the smaller pups of the upper east side frolic and play.


Can you see the dog's frolicking and playing?


I too have a small dog. his name is Henry Hall. My dog is not in the picture because my dog refuses to socialize with the other pups. The small dog run is a great place to meet neighbours and other dog lovers, but I cannot get Henry near the place. When Henry approaches another dog he doesn't sniff, his tail doesn't wag he turns into a loco Tasmanian devil. Henry doesn't care how big the other dog is, in fact the bigger the better. He jumps into the air banishing vicious teeth snarling and growling, his leash held by me is the only thing that keeps him from ripping the innocent Doberman , Pit bull or Great Dane apart.





The big dogs are always started by this whirlwind of the ferocious storm coming at them. Is this a dog? Some crazy little creature? A four legged kibble bomb? No, it's Henry, Henry Hall my dog who I have nicknamed Chucky assaulter of innocent canines.





And what does my dog Henry do when at the park. Well, Henry can be spotted sitting on top of the chess tables like a little troll waiting for big dogs to pass so he can pull a Chucky.
See Henry Hall to the right.

Signing off...Ms. Obs HER Vation

NO Movie Night at the Carl Schurz Park

Sadly, there was NO movie night at the Carl Schurz Park (my favorite park in the universe).


We enjoyed an entire August of watching movies like 'Ghostbusters", "It could happen to you? and another really old film I saw with Tony Curtis about a publicity hound in NYC with a sister fetish. The powers of the Park rented a huge screen, put out seats with free fresh hot popcorn and suddenly what was an ordinary basket-ball court was transformed into an old fashioned drive in- minus the cars. It was one of the most romantic nights Peter (husband)and I spent together this summer. But, tonight, because of the rain there was no movie.

Instead, I headed over to Logos Bookstore on York between 83rd street and 84th street. Logos, is one of the last independent bookstores left on the continent. It's woody, and warm full of great books carefully selected with love. And everywhere you look there's a delight for the eye. From unique gift cards, to indi music, imported Japanese incense, Children's books to Torah's- Logos has things that matter. I love here because it's manageable not like those mega stores where I tend to get lost.

At Logos, I can sit, I can read, I can escape and Logos offers a unique surprise. Hidden in the back far from the view from street is a garden full of all kinds of floras and faunas that make me feel like I'm in a jungle. Who needs the Botanical Gardens? Logos, a literary oasis smack down in New York City. What more could I want? On a rainy day it doesn't get better than this after the rainy day sex, of course.

Ms. Obs HER Vation.....signing off.

THESE DO-HICKIES DRIVE ME NUTS

Ms. Obs HER Vation ...Makes Observations.



I want to know who created the great idea of giving people these annoying little plastic key chain holders? Every store I go into I hear, "Do you have a Duane Reed Card? Do you have a C.V.S. card? Do you have a PetCo card? Do you have a Key Food Card? And every time I have to go in my purse and fish out my key chain and present this card. And for what? I present the card they scan it. Big bloody deal! The store has effectively not only taken my money but taken my time.

Slyly, they cloak this little exercise in the guise of saving me money. One might ask , "How do I actually save money?" Well, I physically have to run around the store and waste my time to look for stickers pasted over specific merchandise for savings that only apply if I can produce the said card.

And should I actually have the gaul get to the counter and not have a card I am bombarded by the clerks rush about, shoving papers in my face that -I MUST fill out!

This process is an information gatherers dream come true. In order to get a card I have to give them my name, address, email even my telephone number. Did you know that if I sadly forget to bring your card they can look me up on the computer using your phone number? That's right all my bare-assed information is out there. Where I was, what time, what I purchased, How I paid, how much I spent! I wonder what they do with all this information? Is it for sale?

But this is what I've been relegated to -a card carrying walking key chain. There was a time when I resisted but sooner of later the store I frequent has really great item on sale. For example, my favorite shampoo ( VO5 Herbal essence "free me freesia- with aloe extract Herbal Shampoo), but with a twist. Buy one "Herbal essence free me freesia shampoo" and get the other "Herbal essense free me freesia moisturizing conditioner for free". It was a sale I couldn't possibly resist and I was caught with my pants down... and with no card to boot. I was a bad person I did not have a card. How long could I have lasted?

In my life as a former resister I once decided to have the nerve to approach the counter without a card. I got the bright idea to ask someone in line to borrow their card so that I could get the coveted discount. I figured it wouldn't be a big deal? But I was wrong. In Manhattan where I live I've actually been told "I don't have a card" when I could see a card in the persons' hand. I've witnessed people slipping their card in their pockets... when I've asked and the clerks have glared at me for holding up the line. It was such instances that finally broke me. I felt I had no choice. I had to get a card but then I thought who says I HAVE to give the correct information.

I decided to make the decision to give a false name, address, phone number and email and what happened? I ended up feeling like a fraud. I was perpetrating some kind of social deviant crime . I was the shit disturber in this information gathering exercise. And in the end what did I have to show for all this aggrevation? One bottle of VO5 Herbal Essense free me frezia shampoo, one corresponding conditioner...and the illusion that I actually got a really great deal!

Ms. Obs Her Vation......signing off