NEW NATURE TRAIL SYSTEM IN PROSPECT PARK

Prospect Park is about Celebrate the Opening of a New Nature Trail System and the Completion of The Campaign for Prospect Park, 2001-2005.

On November 17 at 11 a.m. there will be a Ribbon Cutting and Reception in the park.

Getting close to nature is now easier than ever with the creation of the new Prospect Park Nature Trail System in Prospect Park.  Interpretive trail signs, along with printed and audio guides, will take visitors on self-guided tours through the Park

MOVIES FOR GROWN UPS

It’s amazing how many good movies FOR ADULTS there are in the local movie theaters right now. I have a long list of films I want to see.  I guess I’ll plan to spend a whole day at the movies the next time I have a day with nothing to do. Well, that’s not very likely. But it is fun to ditch your responsibilities once in a while and sneak out to a movie. Alone. In the middle of the day.

THAT is truly one of life’s great pleasures. Do it!

AT THE PAVILLION:

Capote   (R) 
Thursday    12:10  2:50  5:20  7:50  10:20
Friday    12:10  2:50  5:20  7:50  10:20
Saturday    12:10  2:50  5:20  7:50  10:20
Sunday    12:10  2:50  5:20  7:50  10:20
Monday    12:10  2:50  5:20  7:50  10:20
Tuesday    12:10  2:50  5:20  7:50  10:20
Wednesday    12:10  2:50  5:20  7:50  10:20
Thursday    12:10  2:50  5:20  7:50  10:20

Jarhead   (R)
Thursday    2:10  4:40  7:40  10:10
Friday    12:40  3:30  7:20  10:10
Saturday    12:40  3:30  7:20  10:10
Sunday    12:40  3:30  7:20  10:10
Monday    12:40  3:30  7:20  10:10
Tuesday    12:40  3:30  7:20  10:10
Wednesday    12:40  3:30  7:20  10:10
Thursday    12:40  3:30  7:20  10:10

Prime   (PG-13) 
Thursday    12:25  2:45  5:10  7:30  9:40
Friday    12:25  2:45  5:10  7:30  9:40
Saturday    12:25  2:45  5:10  7:30  9:40
Sunday    12:25  2:45  5:10  7:30  9:40
Monday    12:25  2:45  5:10  7:30  9:40
Tuesday    12:25  2:45  5:10  7:30  9:40
Wednesday    12:25  2:45  5:10  7:30  9:40
Thursday    12:25  2:45  5:10  7:30  9:40

Shopgirl   (R)
Thursday    12:20  2:35  5:15  7:45  10:15
Friday    12:20  2:35  5:15  7:35  10:05
Saturday    12:20  2:35  5:15  7:35  10:05
Sunday    12:20  2:35  5:15  7:35  10:05
Monday    12:20  2:35  5:15  7:35  10:05
Tuesday    12:20  2:35  5:15  7:35  10:05
Wednesday    12:20  2:35  5:15  7:35  10:05
Thursday    12:20  2:35  5:15  7:35  10:05

The Squid and the Whale   (R)
Thursday    12:30  2:25  4:30  7:25  9:30
Friday    12:30  2:25  4:30  8:10  10:15
Saturday    12:30  2:25  4:30  8:10  10:15
Sunday    12:30  2:25  4:30  8:10  10:15
Monday    12:30  2:25  4:30  8:10  10:15
Tuesday    12:30  2:25  4:30  8:10  10:15
Wednesday    12:30  2:25  4:30  8:10  10:15
Thursday    12:30  2:25  4:30  8:10  10:15

AT THE BAM ROSE CINEMA:

Good Night, and Good Luck   (PG) 
Thursday    4:50  6:50  9:00
Friday    2:30  4:50  6:50  9:00
Saturday    2:30  4:50  6:50  9:00
Sunday    2:30  4:50  6:50  9:00
Monday    4:50  6:50  9:00
Tuesday    4:50  6:50  9:00
Wednesday    4:50  6:50  9:00
Thursday    4:50  6:50  9:00

Paradise Now   (PG-13) 
Thursday    4:40  7:10  9:20
Friday    2:15  4:40  7:10  9:20
Saturday    2:15  4:40  7:10  9:20
Sunday    2:15  4:40  7:10  9:20
Monday    4:40  7:10  9:20
Tuesday    4:40  7:10  9:20
Wednesday    4:40  7:10  9:20
Thursday    4:40  7:10  9:20

Pride & Prejudice   (PG) 
Friday    2:00  4:30  7:00  9:40
Saturday    2:00  4:30  7:00  9:40
Sunday    2:00  4:30  7:00  9:40
Monday    4:30  7:00  9:40
Tuesday    4:30  7:00  9:40
Wednesday    4:30  7:00  9:40
Thursday    4:30  7:00  9:40

GENA ROWLANDS FILM FESTIVAL

Gloria   (R) 
Friday    2:00  4:30  6:50  9:30

Minnie and Moskowitz (1971)   (NR) 

Sunday    3:00  6:00  9:00


A Woman Under the Influence   (NR)
 
Thursday    7:30

THE BROOKLYN PUBLIC LIBRARY ROCKS

   

 

 

   

   

Charlie Brown Thanksgiving

Saturday, November 12, 11 AM
Central Library, Second Floor Meeting Room

Saturday Family Movie: A Charlie Brown Thanksgiving

Peppermint
Patty and a group of hungry pals show up at Charlie Brown’s house. So
where’s the food, Chuck? It’s Thanksgiving! There’s fun and food for
everyone, plus lots of thankfulness, too. This Emmy Award-winning
cartoon features a melodic Vince Guaraldi score.

 
Tara Bray Smith

Saturday, November 12, 2 PM
Central Library, Second Floor Meeting Room

Brooklyn Writers for Brooklyn Readers: Tara Bray Smith

Smith’s memoir and modern-day detective story, "West of Then: A
Mother, a Daughter, and a Journey Past Paradise", is about one woman’s
search for her wayward and drug-addicted mother, whose past is
inextricably linked with the bittersweet history of their home, Hawaii.

"A harrowing, heartbreaking exploration of love and longing…a post-modern paradise
lost."

POSTCARD FROM THE SLOPE_The Brooklyn Lyceum

Husband and I stopped into the Brooklyn Lyceum last night to have a snack at Schnack: Express. And boy are we glad we did.

Schnack: Express is a casual hamburger and hot dog eatery in the lobby of the Lyceum.  It is the second outpost of a popular Red Hook snack joint. They serve delicious mini-hamburgers, Angus hot dogs, sandwiches, fries and onion rings. They also have vegan offerings.

My delicious mini-hamburger was made of quality ground meat with great seasonings. Husband ate his angus dog very quickly without offering a bite. That usually means that he’s eating something really good.

The owner of the Lyceum, Eric Richmond, was sitting at the box office table in the lobby. I introduced myself to him by saying, "I believe I owe you an apology for what appeared in my blog." To which he replied: "Oh, YOU’RE the evil blogger." He then laughed and I knew that he was open to having a discussion.

I apologized for writing that the Lyceum is underutilzed. One look at their web site reveals just how much has been going on there. In fact, 100,000 people have attended theater, film and musical events in the last five years.

I asked Richmond why the perception of the Lyceum is so skewed. "Locals in Park Slope don’t pay attention to what’s going on here." I wondered if that has something to do with the Fourth Avenue location. But Richmond thinks it’s something more. In his comment to OTBKB last month he wrote this:

The tough marketing-phobic skin that Park Slopers have precludes many different experiences. A friend of mine nailed it several years ago when we were discussing the difference betwen New york and Chicago. Chicago is a theater town, New York is a fashion town. paraphrased, Chicagoans enjoy the hunt for art, New Yorkers refuse to hunt. That is changing as New York is invaded with the rest of America…

Reviews and listings in the Times, New York Magazine, Time Out New York the Voice and the New Yorker and others have completely passed beyond your view. more likely is that without a million dollar ad capaign to search you out you are completely unable to navigate culture at the sub-broadway, non bar-band levels.

I always find it humorous when I get European tourists who visit because they have seen footage of it on the BBC.

With my series Brooklyn Reading Works, I know first-hand how difficult it is to get Park Slopers to attend cultural events – even if they want to. Jobs, children, dinner, homework, bedtime, lack of childcare makes it hard for people to break out of their daily routines to go out on a weeknight or even on a weekend.

When they do go out they’re usually glad they did feeling renewed and replenished with the experience of art. But getting them to actually do it is hard.

I suspect that as more singles and marrieds-without-children move into the neighborhood the local cultural organziations will enjoy greater attendance. As Brooklyn becomes more of a destination, the pull of Manhattan culture will weaken as Brooklynites recognize the cutting edge activities in their midst.

Living next door to one of the cultural capitals of the world, is hard on any arts group in the boroughs. And yet, Brooklyn offers it’s own brand of quality, cutting edge art – it is as valid and interesting as anything in Manhattan. Just look at Barbes, the Lyceum, Issue Projects Room and The Old Stone House.

About the garbage situation that was alluded to on the blog, Richmond said with some exasperation: "There is only 1 garbage pail on Fourth Avenue between Union and President. I call the Department of Sanitation to complain and they bring 3 more. Then local construction workers dump construction garbage in the pails and make a mess. The Sanitation guys get mad and they take the 3 pails away…"

It’s hard and sometimes thankless work being a community arts organizer. And Richmod deserves the support of his neighbors. I don’t know Richmond at all, but he seems to be going out on a limb to bring vital arts programming to his architectural treasure on Fourth Avenue. With the support of this community, the Lyceum will hopefully continue to thrive. Have a snack at Schnack: Express, check out the Lyceum schedule, and have a look around.

Schnack: Express is open Monday to Friday from 9 a.m. to noon and 5 p.m. until mid-night. Saturday and Sunday it is open from 10 a.m until mid-night.

FYI: On Friday night December 2nd, there will be a Hurricane Katrina benefit and concert at the Brooklyn Lyceum,  featuring Cool and Unusual Punishment and other local teen bands including StunGun, Francesca Perlov and Blue House, among others. It should be a great event and a great way for locals to see what’s going on there.

POSTCARD FROM THE SLOPE_THE STREETS HAVE EYES

4282835_stdMoms talking to moms is probably the single most important strategy for dealing with life with a teenager.

Some of us stop each other on Seventh Avenue and ask how things are going. That’s code for: Is everything alright?

We share information…"I saw your kid with…" Or, "Do you know anything about…?"

We want to know that our children are hanging out with nice kids, and doing nice things. We also need to hear about the things that aren’t so nice.

Which kids are doing drugs? Alcohol? Having sex? Misbehaving? Acting out?

In other words, is my kid doing drugs, drinking, having sex, misbehaving, or acting out?

Even more, we want to know if our kids are safe, acting cautiously, being alert to the dangers of the city.

Just yesterday a mom very much in the know told me that some kids have been mugged on Seventh Avenue. Groups of girls have been accosted, their bags emptied out on the sidewalk, their cell phones, i-pods, and money stolen.

That worried me. 

I wanted to know about who’s going to the Prospect Park after dark and what are
they doing there? From what I hear, the Park has become quite a hangout
and that worries many of us. It doesn’t seem safe; it’s not a good
place to be after dark. Even before dark, there are some very isolated
spots.

This same mom said that her son was beaten up in Prospect Park this past Saturday night (November 5). He ended up in the emergency room at Methodist Hospital. His friend was beaten up too. "I don’t have a lot of rules," she said "But my kids are forbidden to go into Prospect Park!"

She told me to spread the word to other moms, to the kids. "Tell everyone what happened to my son," she said. So that’s what I’m doing now.

There are so many reasons to worry. Talking to other moms is one good way to find out what we don’t always want to know. We each know a little bit about what is going on. Together we know a lot. We can help each other, and help our kids avoid some of the pitfalls of being a teen…

We have to look out for each other and each other’s children. The streets have eyes: and it  is us. All of us.

POSTCARD FROM THE SLOPE_I LEFT MY HEART IN BARBES

Barbes, the bar and performance space located on 9th Street near 6th Avenue, won my heart on Tuesday night.

Two friends and I stopped by for a drink after voting on Tuesday. While I have been abundantly aware of their nightly schedule of world music and jazz, I had never actually set foot in the place.

Well, Tuesday changed all that. The Slavic Soul Party was on hand to offer a rollicking good time that suffused the small, dark bar with old world atmosphere and mind-bending energy. 

The place is like something out of your dreams of Europe, the Left Bank, a wonderful night in a make-believe place. You are drinking beer – tall glasses of Stella Artois or Cognac,  and talking to dear friends when…

…a band of musicians comes through the room and everyone is transported to an old world village somewhere – Russia, Bulagaria, Romania. It is  the happiest music you’ve ever heard. And yet it is melancholy, too. The sound of a place and time that no longer exists except in this dreamlike world. How can something so happy be so sad? The band evokes that perfect mix of sounds that makes your heart swell and your eyes tear. It makes you laugh as much as it makes you want to dance in a circle with everyone in the room.

One Tuesday night you must give Barbes a try because the SLAVIC SOUL PARTY, a Balkan Party is there every Tuesday. For ever!

According to the blurb on the Barbes calendar: "Matt Moran leads one of the best Balkan Brass Bands anywhere. Experience a take on Balkan Music which is as brash and as strong as Slivovitz (the Serbian Plum Brandy) – equal parts fire, funk, free-form and old school-exuberance. SSP will make you feel like you’re attending wedding orchestrated by Emir Kusturica .With Shane Endsley & Ben Holmes (trumpet), Oscar Noriega (clarinet), Jacob Garchik and Brian Drye (trombone), Ron Caswell (tuba), Peter Stan (accordion), Take Toriyama & Matt Moran () $8 suggested."

I found out that the bar is named for a neighborhood in northern Paris famous for its large North African population as well as the record stores
which helped launch the Rai music explosion of the mid-1980’s.

Owned and operated by two French musicians and long-time Brooklyn
residents, Barb

POSTCARD FROM THE SLOPE_VOTING

Like millions of other New Yorkers, I fulfilled my democratic duty yesterday by casting my vote for mayor, comptroller, city councilman, borough president, judges, public advocate, and 4 propositions in a voting booth at John Jay High School.

It’s a familiar ritual; one that I enjoy a great deal. For one thing, it’s the only time I ever go into that big high public school on Seventh Avenue that now houses 3 middle schools.

Forgetting what district I’m in, I asked a pollster at a lobby table to look up my address.
"You’re In District 36," she says. "Go into the auditorium."

Once in the auditorium I remember that my voting booth is on the far left in front of the stage.
A pollster gives me a number like I’m at Zabars waiting to buy lox. They are up to 225 and I am number 240.

Fellow citizens wait in the auditorium seats napping, reading, chatting with one another. A Third Street neighbor asks me if I want to read the Voter’s Guide. A good thing because I need to read up on Propositions 1-4. I hate seeing that stuff for the first time in the voting booth. Sometimes I miss it altogether because it’s on the lower right of the ballot and I don’t see it until i am leaving.

Proposition 2 is a no-brainer. Money to improve public transportation. A Second Avenue Subway. Improvements to the quality of life of millions. Way to go.

The others take a little more study. By the time the pollster calls my number, I’ve pretty much figured out what and who I am voting for. It’s time to buy the lox.

To me, there is something almost sacred about being in a voting booth. Closing the curtain behind me and moving the red lever, I feel alone and important as I face the choices before me.
I know that must sound corny, but I guess I’ve bought into the romance of democracy, the sense of empowerment that it brings at those moments.

For the most part, I am well-prepared. The vote for judges throws me. I wasn’t expecting that but I get through it. The whole process takes a little more than a minute. I press the levers down – the good old fashioned way. I know that soon we will be converting to computerized voting machines soon. For now,  I appreciate this connection with the history of voting in New York City.

How many people have voted in this booth? How many fingers have touched those levers helping to decide the future of this city? This country?

At 7 p.m. when I voted, there wasn’t an overwhelming number of people at the polls. I had to wait about a half hour. Maybe people voted in the morning, or during the day. Afterwards, when I walked out onto the Avenue I felt connected to something larger than me. I felt that I had done something that, in some small way, makes me a good citizen of this town.

 

 

POSTCARD FROM THE SLOPE_Election Day

My son knew before I did that there was no school on two days this week: Election Day and Veteran’s Day.

"Omigod," I screamed when I finally looked at the school calendar that hangs in our kitchen. "Did you know that you have two days off…" I didn’t need to finish…

"I know. We’re off on Tuesday and Friday,"  he said with a big smile on his face.

What a week. Three days in. Two days out. That’s what my son considers one cool week of school.

And for parents it’s a bit of a challenge. Child care arrangements and playdates must be set up for the 8-year-old. Limits must be set for the teenager.

Monday night was like a Saturday night on Seventh Avenue. Crowds of teenagers were walking up and down the Avenue doing whatever it is they do. There were bunches of them in front PS 321, Artisana and Maggie Moo’s. I saw my son sitting in the front booth at Pino’s with about eight other kids. His back was to the window.

Tap. Tap. Tap. His friends saw me before he did. They tried to get his attention but he was laughing, talking, poking a girl who was lying on his lap. Hmmmmmm.

We finally made eye contact. I pointed at my watch as if to say, "Look at the time. Be home in an hour."  He nodded. "Okay," he mouthed.

It was a strange moment. He wasn’t exactly caught in the act (the act of what?). But I did see him at Pino’s. With his friends. Having fun.

Why did it feel so illicit?

Election Day he’s sleeping late. Nothing like a Tuesday without school. A great way to catch up on some zzzzzzzzzz’s when you’re too young to vote, coming into your own, being a teenager in Park Slope.

IS PARK SLOPE PRETENTIOUS?

Does The Squid and the Whale reveal the pretentiousness of Park Slope? Writer Jake Moody in his piece A Movie, A Mirror, in Sunday’s City Section thinks so.

EARLY in "The Squid and the Whale," Noah Baumbach’s semiautobiographical film about divorce among the literati, the teenage Walt Berkman is seen sitting alone in a high-school classroom when a potential girlfriend strikes up a conversation: "You live in Park Slope, right?" The answer is complicated – his parents live apart and have joint custody – and anyway, the exchange is over just seconds later, grinding to a halt when Walt dismisses the F. Scott Fitzgerald novel "This Side of Paradise," which he has not read, as "a minor work." Audiences laughed at Walt for, among other things, his pretentiousness and his quickness to echo the pretentiousness of his father, Bernard, a pompous writer and professor who passes similar judgment on Dickens’s "Tale of Two Cities." Chase Madar, a 34-year-old lawyer, translator and critic who has lived in Park Slope for three years and is one of the film’s many fans, laughed along with them. But he also cringed, if only a little. Along with the laughter, he confessed, "I felt totally incriminated." READ MORE IN THE NY TIMES.

NOV. 6 at 3 pm STORIES FROM ADOPTIVE PARENTS

On Sunday November 6th at 3 p.m. BROOKLYN READING WORKS at the Old Stone House presents JESSE GREEN and CHRISTINA FRANK reading from a new anthology about adoption called: A LOVE LIKE NO OTHER: STORIES FROM ADOPTIVE PARENTS.

The Old Stone House is located in JJ Byrne Park on Fifth Avenue between 3rd and 4th Streets. Free. Refreshments. Books available. Discussion to follow.

This event is NOT just for adoptive parents or those contemplating adoption but for anyone interested in families and children. Please join us for what promises to be a great event. 

ABOUT THE BOOK:

From various perspectives, 20 adoptive parents offer evocative, sometimes provocative, personal essays that have the liveliness and immediacy of prose fiction. Biological parents are variously imagined, sought and found in the opening section, "Reflections on Birth Parents." In "Encounters with the Unexpected," adoptive parents confront "postadoption depression," family wariness, ethnic identity issues and disabling psychological problems. Each family (single parent, gay parent, divorced parents, intra-family adoption, blended family) is adoptive in its unique way, persuasively confirmed in "Variations on Family." While the early sections focus on the parent-child relationship, the concluding "Personal Transformations" leans toward the child-to-parent effect; as one writer puts it, "I knew a child would rearrange my home life, but upend my career and worldview? Those two items weren’t even on my list." Any parent will find commonality here, but the collection will especially engage adoptive parents in conversation and controversy with people who share their dilemmas and delights. Diverse as this collection is, it’s worth noting that the essayists are professional writers (they include Jacquelyn Mitchard, Emily Prager and Dan Savage), most of the children are preadolescent and 11 of the adoptions are transnational (five of them from China).

PARK SLOPE PARENTS THREATENED WITH A LAWSUIT

On Wednesday, the moderators of Park Slope Parents, a local list-service for parents, sent out this ominous message:

The moderators have been threatened with a lawsuit pertaining to a post on the Park Slope Parents Yahoo Group.  In order to protect ourselves, we are SHUTTING DOWN the Message Archives until further notice.

The PSP Moderators and Advisory Committee have already spent hundreds of hours trying to resolve this situation.  It is important that we resolve this quickly and with integrity — if we do not, the entire PSP list may be in jeopardy and may have to be closed down entirely. We may need to ask for donations from PSP to pay for legal counsel.

For those not familiar with PSP, it is an invaluable resource to the parents of Park Slope, which provides an open exchange of information about parenting in Park Slope Brooklyn.
Issues such as "Where’s the best place to get shoes that fit?," or "Does
anyone have an idea of how to get a baby to take a bottle?" The group
is open to parents in the neighborhood with children of all ages. It is
"gently" moderated.

After word of the lawsuit spread, members of Park Slope Parents rushed to the aid of  the moderators and have offered to donate money, legal services, and anything else in order to save this cherished community resource.

Members of the PSP list service expressed their shock, concern, and dismay about this lawsuit in the way they know best: by posting messages to the group.

Susan Fox, Founder and Co-moderator of PSP, said in an e-mail to OTBKB this morning: "We have received private, positive support and offers of legal assistance which has been wonderful to have."

Here are a few of the messages of support that have already appeared on PSP. Today (November 5)  the list features many, many more, as well as good information about lawsuits of this kind.

POSTCARD FROM THE SLOPE_COMMUNITY THEATER

The term community theater may bring to mind stale performances of "Guys and Dolls" or "Anything Goes" in dank YMCA basements. But here in Park Slope, the Brooklyn Family Theater is trying to change all that. And their production of the Royal Shakespeare Company’s version of THE WIZARD OF OZ, using the songs and script from the classic MGM motion picture is a real treat.

Brooklyn Family Theater
describes itself as a "neighborhood-based live theater, producing family-appropriate revivals of Broadway musicals at our home in Park Slope, and original one-act plays to travel throughout the Brooklyn community."

What impresses me most about  BFT is the way they manage to stage ambitious and engaging productions of shows like Annie, The Wiz, Barnum and Bye Bye Birdie in the small Church at 1012 Eighth Avenue. Clearly, director Phill Greenland deserves kudos for the always inventive and creative sets (there is no set designer credited on the program).

A mix of adult actors and local kids, the cast of The Wizard of Oz infused their roles with energy, humor, and talent. The parts of Dorothy, the Witches, the Wizard, the Tin Man, Lion, and Scarecrow were all played by professional actors who brought charm and personality to those familiar roles made famous by beloved Hollywood stars.

It would stand to reason that a community theater just a few subway stops from the Great White Way would be able to attract high level talent. And BFT really does have a core cast of teriffic character actors and singers.

The Wicked Witch of the West, played by Lorraine Strobbe Goldbloom, was really nasty and green. Her performance would give Margaret Hamilton a run for her money – it was that good. In the program notes, Goldbloom says that "she is thrilled to be playing a role she was meant to play," and I must concur that she was one helluva WWW. Turns out that Goldboom is the co-founder of BFT and has belped direct many productions there. She teaches drama at BFT and at PS 107 in Park Slope.

But I would have to say that the kids really stole the show. As the munchin members of the Lollypop Guild, Lullaby League, Munchkin Soldiers and politicians, flying monkeys and the Jitterbugs were simply WONDERFUL. And not in a cutsey, child actor kind of way. These kids are cool and they play their hearts out.

The kids in the audience were fun to watch too. One little girl got so scared by one of the forest scenes that she ran into her mother’s arms two rows behind her.

And whenever Glinda appeared on stage in her lovely pink gown, soap bubbles rained down on the audience and the kids stared up at the ceiling trying to catch them.

After the show, my daughter wanted Glinda’s autograph and Shana Hughes was happy oblige because she is, alas, a star this small town of Park Slope.

FYI: Auditions are always open, and BFT produces at least one show per season that includes young performers in the cast. Check their web site for more information on getting involved.

To help raise money for BFT, do you holiday shopping at Park Slope’s Barnes & Noble (7th Ave and 6th Street) on Saturday Nov 5th and Sunday Nov 6th and present this voucher at the register! (Please print this page – vouchers are below.) B&N will donate a portion your purchases to Brookyn Family Theatre!

Playing weekends through November 20th.

POSTCARD FROM THE SLOPE_SLEEP

The alarm clocks are ringing in our house an hour early. We haven’t gotten around to changing all our clocks yet. Sleep. That most blessed state is also the most easily interrupted.

I keep forgetting to change my son’s duck alarm clock even though the return to daylight savings time happened three days ago. He sleeps right through it.

My husband’s cell phone plays this jaunty circus music when it goes off at 5 a.m. (previously 6 a.m.) Every time I hear it I think: "Time for clown school." And then I giggle. And then, I’m awake. He sleeps right through it.

Sometimes I joke that I haven’t really slept in 14 years. And yet it’s true. Since my son’s birth in 1991, there have been so many reasons to pop up at 3 a.m. Waking up when the baby cries. when it’s time to breastfeed, or change a diaper. "I need a glass of water." "Mommy, I had a bad dream," "Mommy, I have to throw up,"

Sometimes it is anxiety. Those "omigod, I forgot to do…"  thoughts that wake me up at 3 a.m. and leave me ruminating while listening to the airplanes fly into LaGuardia wishing I could fall back to sleep.

Or else I wonder if my children are in their beds and check to see if they are still breathing.

Or else I worry that they might be cold and check to make sure that they are tucked in.

The fact that mothers don’t sleep well is something I hear from many mothers I know. You have to wonder how this sleep deprivation is affecting us. The importance of sleep for mental and physical health is scientifically proven. How is this sleep-interrupted state influencing our lives?

The only times I sleep well are those rare occasions when I sleep somewhere without my children. Then I sleep deeply without the hypervigilent worry that keeps me slightly awake most of the time. It feels good to sleep through the night and it’s such a treat.

That said, there is something magical about the way Park Slope looks at night from my bedroom window. There’s a tree in the foreground, backyards below and the lit and unlit windows from the brownstones on 2nd Street. The sky above is city-sky-black with a smattering of stars – not many – but some. Someone has a soothing wind chime, which blows in the breeze.

We still need to change those alarm clocks. It’s been nearly a week and I’m getting tired of hearing that clown music at 5 a.m. Besides, I need whatever sleep I can get. No sense in waking up early when I haven’t really slept at all.

ANOTHER ONE BITES THE DUST: DEE DEE DONUTS

From OTBKB guest writer, Cathy Hannan (lostandfrowned.com), this missive about the little donut place on 9th Street off Fifth Avenue:

Dee Dee Donuts, the little mom & pop donut place on 9th street & 4th
ave was closed last night, seemingly permanently.

Dunkin Donuts must’ve killed it. Althought recently they’d been delving into Mexican food not donuts, so
maybe it’s just a remodel?

Hope so.

ON MANNERS

Imagine this: You’re invited to a very nice person’s house. You sit on her nice couch. She serves you a  nice cup of coffee or tea and a Cousin John’s croissant with some butter, some jam.

You have a conversation. Then your hostess says something you don’t agree with. Would you:

a. Politely disagree and state your own opinion.

b. Insult her profusely, call her stupid, idiotic, and pathetic.

c. Spit on her furniture.

d. Keep it to yourself and continue to enjoy the tea, your croissant, and her lovely company.

Maybe I’m being a tad sensitive, but some of the people who’ve left comments about "Celebs at the Playground" have bad manners. I understand if they don’t agree with what I had to say.
That’s fine. But why are they spitting all over my site?

These commenters obviously haven’t been following my posts about Jennifer C., an actress I hugely admire who happens to live in Park Slope. "Celebs at the Playground" is just one of many posts about status, celebrity, and envy.

Anyone who spends enough time at OTBKB knows that I’m neither stupid or pathetic. I am, however,  interested in exploring ideas as they occur to me.

Read me. Disagree with me. But please, don’t say such nasty things. Don’t you have manners?

POSTCARD FROM THE SLOPE_HALLOWEEN POST-MORTEM

Halloween morning, the kids popped out of bed early, ready for their breakfast candy. "Stop stealing from the trick or treat bowl. That’s for later," my husband bellowed. Even my son who is historically difficult to rouse in the morning, was up and ready for high school in record time, his pockets stuffed with Hershey’s kisses.

My daughter packed her cowgirl chaps in her pink backpack. "Just in case my teacher lets us put on our costumes." This was unlikely because her school prohibits any recognition of Halloween in sensitivity to the children whose religious beliefs prevent them from participating.

I tried to get some real work done on Monday but by 2 p.m, I surrendered to the reality that Monday afternoon and evening were for one thing and one thing only: Halloween.

First crisis of the day was the case of the missing cowboy hat: my daughter searched the apartment high and low. She finally unearthed it underneath my son’s bed.

Second Crisis: my son needed a shirt for his impromptu pirate costume. "You can wear this black shirt of Dad’s." I told him. "No he can’t," my husband screamed from the living room. "That’s my special shirt."

"it’s alright, mom," my son said, ever-attentive to my husband’s moods.

I did manage to find a billowy white shirt in the closet. Teen Spirit strapped on his belt, plastic sword, and the pirate hat he’d purchased at Rite Aid, ready to join a band of roving teenage pirates who were waiting downstairs.

Aargh.

Trick or Treating on Seventh Avenue, my daughter was, characteristically, driven to procure as much candy as she could possibly fit into her shopping bag. We were joined by Sonya my sister’s newly adopted one-year-old daughter from Russia, who was dressed in a zip-up bunny costume with little paw gloves and a cloth carrot.

Her first Halloween ever – god knows what she was thinking. Big brown eyes open wide, she inhaled the crazy costumed scene from her stoller.

The group went back to my sister’s for some apartment-building style trick or treating. Volume is what that’s all about. "Let’s see," my daughter calculated. "They’ve got six floors and eight apartments on each floor

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