Sep 8, 2023·edited Sep 8, 2023Liked by Sari Botton
So much in this post to explore, thanks Sari. I'll delve into the links and check out the playlist over the weekend, but I want to mention that on top of the documentary (at least one), and books on/by Iris Apfel, I came across a Little Golden Book about her as I was leaving the supermarket the other day. I had to take a picture: /Users/joan/Desktop/IMG_1743.JPG
Love the playlist! Re: Walking on Sunshine by Katrina and the Wave -- when I was recuperating from abdominal surgery and was out on my first invigorating walk/run, I was listening to a local iconic DJ on a local iconic radio station. He was inviting us to submit requests, so I asked for that song and gave him the surgery backstory. He responded right away and said, "I'm sorry, I can't play that. I'll play anything else you want, but not that song." I didn't have the nerve to ask him why. I always assumed it was music snobbery (think Jack Black in High Fidelity), but maybe the song brought back painful memories. He played Born to Run for me instead.
Chock full of goodies. The playlist is already added to my library on Spotify 🎶.
I lived in Boerum Hill for a few years after college (1997-1999) in a roach-infested walk-up I shared with a bunch of roommates. The neighborhood was gritty and I loved it. The dive bar Hank’s was across the street, where five years later, after gentrification began, my boyfriend-now-husband would play with his band. Twins Pizza was around the corner and you’d always get two, even if you only wanted one. The subway and Manhattan were both close by. There was no Barclay’s Center back then; just a ShopRite. There were just a few genuine and affordable antique shops on Atlantic Ave. back then; nothing you’d call posh or boutiquey.
I used to jog toward and through Carroll Gardens and Brooklyn Heights to envision the day I’d live in a nicer neighborhood than Boerum Hill. But it’s unrecognizable now, and that’s sad.
I remember when a college roommate moved there in...1988...? with her husband and said something like, "this neighborhood has a new name, Boerum Hill..." And their apartment was kind of fancy. Now everything is super fancy.
There was a fancy apartment in BH in 1988? That shocks me, but good for her! Gentrification seemed to not have even started yet when I was there in the late 90s.
So much in this post to explore, thanks Sari. I'll delve into the links and check out the playlist over the weekend, but I want to mention that on top of the documentary (at least one), and books on/by Iris Apfel, I came across a Little Golden Book about her as I was leaving the supermarket the other day. I had to take a picture: /Users/joan/Desktop/IMG_1743.JPG
Oh, awesome. Thanks!
I so greatly look forward to the link round up for the weekend, thank you Sari for your curating!
Glad to know you enjoy these.
Awesome play list. What fun!
Love that poem!!
Love the playlist! Re: Walking on Sunshine by Katrina and the Wave -- when I was recuperating from abdominal surgery and was out on my first invigorating walk/run, I was listening to a local iconic DJ on a local iconic radio station. He was inviting us to submit requests, so I asked for that song and gave him the surgery backstory. He responded right away and said, "I'm sorry, I can't play that. I'll play anything else you want, but not that song." I didn't have the nerve to ask him why. I always assumed it was music snobbery (think Jack Black in High Fidelity), but maybe the song brought back painful memories. He played Born to Run for me instead.
Love that playlist already!
Chock full of goodies. The playlist is already added to my library on Spotify 🎶.
I lived in Boerum Hill for a few years after college (1997-1999) in a roach-infested walk-up I shared with a bunch of roommates. The neighborhood was gritty and I loved it. The dive bar Hank’s was across the street, where five years later, after gentrification began, my boyfriend-now-husband would play with his band. Twins Pizza was around the corner and you’d always get two, even if you only wanted one. The subway and Manhattan were both close by. There was no Barclay’s Center back then; just a ShopRite. There were just a few genuine and affordable antique shops on Atlantic Ave. back then; nothing you’d call posh or boutiquey.
I used to jog toward and through Carroll Gardens and Brooklyn Heights to envision the day I’d live in a nicer neighborhood than Boerum Hill. But it’s unrecognizable now, and that’s sad.
I remember when a college roommate moved there in...1988...? with her husband and said something like, "this neighborhood has a new name, Boerum Hill..." And their apartment was kind of fancy. Now everything is super fancy.
There was a fancy apartment in BH in 1988? That shocks me, but good for her! Gentrification seemed to not have even started yet when I was there in the late 90s.
Fancy by 1988 standards. Lol.
😂😂
Great list. Sally Wainwright rocks!
Love the Maggie Smith piece -- she has a knack of transporting the reader to the moment... emotions and all.
She really does.
We’ve devoted the entire week to posts about Jimmy -- this one has gotten a lot of traction. Rest in paradise, sir... https://tonapdivine.substack.com/p/new-albums-old-and-im-fresh-out-of
Thanks for the link.
So much goodness here. And that poem!
Thanks Sari.
Thanks for this generous offering of tasty treats Sari! 👏