Small World on the G Train

Dear Diary:

The other morning, my usually sparsely filled G train was rather crowded. Hating the newcomer feeling, even as it applies to riding the M.T.A., I cast my eyes down and focused on the task at hand — THE SEAT.

YES! But was it acceptable? My brain shot back the safety reading: Seat; no unidentified liquid or goo; nearest passenger on two-seater by window: balding man, casual business. GO!

I sat down and stuck my head into a book, still somewhat uneasy. As a small woman, I feel lucky to squeeze into any seat, yet am overly sensitive, always feeling a need to protect my space. A common thought emerged, “Can’t this man tuck his legs in a bit?”

In a few stops, seats opened up and I scooted across the way. More relaxed, I brought my head up to view the scene. I glanced toward the man I had been sitting beside, who was still thumbing through his smartphone. I couldn’t believe it! I had been sitting next to someone from my hometown, a guy who had also made the move from the little town of Manville, N.J., to New York City. I was just as stunned that he hadn’t recognized me!

I walked over, sat down and gave him a nudge. He was my brother.


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New York Today: Canada’s Frosty Gift

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Gaze north and west and you'll see the frigid air mass creeping in.Credit Carlo Allegri/Reuters

Updated 10:28 a.m.

Good chilly Thursday morning to you.

Some of the best things in life come from Canada — poutine, Neil Young, polar bears.

But also, frigid air masses. These may cramp your fall style for the next week or two.

We’re not quite like Casper, Wyo., where it was 26 below on Wednesday, or Marquette, Mich., which got three feet of snow.

Still, after today’s high of near 50, the forecast calls for six days with lows near or below freezing, and highs only in the 40s.

And a trace of snow overnight tonight, starting as rain.

Slate’s resident meteorologist, Eric Holthaus, blames an interruption of normal airflow patterns called an Omega Block.

An unmoving system up north is forcing the jet stream to detour far to the south. Hello, frosty nights.

So is this the onset of an early, brutal winter?

Depends on whom you ask.

The National Weather Service’s Climate Prediction Center says chances of above-normal temperatures for the region in December, January and February are slightly above average.

But New York Metro Weather, an upstart site run by young meteorologists, begs to differ.

Their reasons have something to do with sea-surface temperature anomalies, October Greenland blocking and the Pacific Decadal Oscillation.

The bottom line, writes John Homenuk of New York Metro Weather: “Our confidence, in fact, is fairly high that this winter will average below normal temperature and feature more snow than normal.”

We’ll see who’s right. For now, bundle up.

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Back for More: Return of the Pulp Fiction Contest

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The old wordsmith sat at his coffee-stained desk and pressed three fingers into his forehead, trying to wish away a hangover. He let his eyes drift shut.

Somehow the pounding in his head became a pounding on the door.

“Now what is it?” he snarled.

“Mail, boss.” His too-chipper assistant appeared in the doorway and handed him a rat-eared paperback. “Another pulp fiction contest.”

The wordsmith sized up the cover. Fella with a good set of muscles and a tight grip on a dame in a plunging yellow halter. Familiar bridge in the background. “Tough Kid From Brooklyn” scrawled across the top. This one had possibilities.

The old wordsmith, dear reader, could be you.

Welcome to City Room’s second biennial Pulp Fiction Contest.

Here’s what we want:

An opening passage for the actual 1951 novel shown above, with a maximum of 150 words boiled hard as you please. Do not necessarily feel bound to describe the situation on the book cover.

You have until 11:59 p.m. Eastern Standard Time on Friday, Nov. 21.

Put your submission in the comments. If you’re using the New York Times app on an iPhone or iPad, please comment (or read submissions) here.

If that’s not an option on your device either, send entries to cityroom@nytimes.com with the subject line “pulp fiction” followed by your name and location as you’d like them to appear.

The first contest, in 2012, was quite a party.

Who will take home the Crushed Fedora of Victory this year?

We’ll be the judge of that, but so will you: Our editors pick the finalists; readers choose the winners.

If you win, we’ll also feature your entry here on City Room.

Now, write.


Contest rules: All entries must be your original work and not libelous or otherwise unlawful. We may publish or republish your entries and may authorize third parties to do so. By submitting, you agree to the rules of our Member Agreement, found on our website.

In Search of Brooklyn

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Credit Piotr Redlinski for The New York Times

Dear Diary:

I had left the motherland with its royal name.

The land of my childhood had changed and disappeared.

And like my grandfather, a century before, was now an immigrant.

Does it matter I had never left these shores?

In search of the place named “broken land,” Emma Lazarus’ poem took new meaning.

And like my grandfather, I gazed out over that sacred harbor.

Feeling the consuming amazement when I first saw that bridge, a myriad jeweled necklace stretching across.

Feeling his awe when he first saw the Great Lady.

And like him, I once again felt … at home.


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New York Today: Drop the Phone, Cyclist

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Cyclists may have to stop texting and talking on the phone.Credit Hiroko Masuike/The New York Times

Updated 10:16 a.m.

Good Wednesday morning. It’s foggy out there.

On Thursday, a city councilman from Brooklyn will introduce legislation to expand the state ban on texting while driving — to include texting while cycling.

Mark Treyger’s proposal also calls for the creation of a city-sanctioned bicycle safety course, which would be mandatory for first offenders.

After that, cyclists caught texting or talking on the phone would pay $50, increasing to $200 for repeat offenses.

“I’m not after petty fines,” Mr. Treyger told us. “I really believe we have to promote safe bicycling.”

A recent study showed cyclists injured nearly 8,000 pedestrians in New York State from 2004 to 2011. Two pedestrians have been killed by cyclists this year.

Mr. Treyger said the bill could help “reduce the factors” that cause accidents.

It has the support of Ydanis Rodriguez, the chairman of the transportation committee, he said.

On Tuesday afternoon in Brooklyn, there were few texting cyclists around.

On Franklin Avenue, Alisa Burza pedaled along, towing her sons in a cart.

Asked if she ever rode and texted, she said, “I don’t have that ability.”

Several cyclists carried other things, though — luggage, a bedroom mirror — and many more wore earbuds.

(Wearing headphones in both ears while biking is already illegal under a state law, as it turns out. One earbud is fine.)

Two sixth graders cruising through Grand Army Plaza on their Razors wondered how far the ban would go.

“It’s probably skateboards next, but I’m pretty sure if they pass it they’ll include Razors,” said Ryan Levychin, 12.

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Seeking Working Parents Who Cook, or Don’t Cook, Family Meals

These days, the advice on healthy eating seems to come from many corners. But the consensus is there.

The first lady, Michelle Obama, the food writer Michael Pollan and officials at the United States Department of Agriculture all agree: To live healthier lives, Americans should be cooking more at home.

I would like to hear from working parents or guardians who do the majority of the cooking. Does the message about the importance of home cooking inspire you? Or does it irritate you? How often do you cook in a given week for your family, and how does it make you feel? Do you have help from your spouse, partner, relatives, babysitters and/or housekeepers?

You can share your responses in the comments section, by email at swarns@nytimes.com or on Twitter at @rachelswarns. I may follow up with you for possible inclusion in a Working Life column.

The Times is also seeking stories of the broader experiences of New York’s work world. Contact Ms. Swarns directly by filling out this brief form.

When Ebola Fears Hit the Neighborhood

Dear Diary:

Ebola came to the apartment building across 147th Street on Oct. 24. As Dr. Craig Spencer took his temperature across the way, I was battling cockroaches and on the phone with my super, begging him to turn off the heat. I walked by his apartment on my way to a lecture at school. I asked a guy with a notebook what was going on.

The roaches that had made themselves apparent that day were so gross with their mysterious skittering, and now seemed all the more contagious with the news. All those recent stories about New York rats and bacteria. Now this. Good grief. The heat – the pipes clanking, the windows fogging – now carried notes of a faraway virus. No chance of catching it, but still. Welcome to New York.

West 147th Street was unusually quiet for the homecoming of a global health crisis. It was reporters mostly. The usual after-school block riot was mute. As the news got out, a few neighbors stood on stoops and on the edge of curbs. One man, on a bike, who called himself El Dragone, shouted to a cameraman from Mashable and two reporters from city dailies, and me: “It’s not a virus, it’s a plague.”

A virus of the body and what? A plague of the Western imagination? He wheeled off. [Dr. Spencer was declared free of the virus and set to be discharged from Bellevue Hospital Center on Tuesday.]

One neighbor, a friendly cable guy, said, “It hits home.”

Is this my home? I wonder.

I went back to my apartment and opened a window. My cat sat on the sill. We were in an atmosphere of proximate, impossible danger and fleeting community. A big big island and all was quiet on 147th. Good luck, Dr. Spencer.


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New York Today: Veterans March

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Last year's parade.Credit Ozier Muhammad/The New York Times

Updated 10:13 a.m.

Good morning on this fine Tuesday.

When Raymond Kelly was police commissioner, parades got shorter in New York City.

In 2010, the Police Department told organizers that parades had to cover 25 percent less distance and could not go on for more than five hours.

Still, Mr. Kelly says he is a great fan of parades.

“I love them,” he told us.

That’s fortunate, because today Mr. Kelly will lead the Veterans Day parade as its grand marshal.

“I’m a veteran at being grand marshal,” he said, referring to the St. Patrick’s Day parade of 2010.

Mr. Kelly is a Vietnam veteran and a former Marine lieutenant.

He described his military service as “an experience that stays with you your whole life.”

Mr. Kelly will march with his wife, Veronica, who served in the Coast Guard reserves.

(He would not comment on whether he would also march with his sizable security detail, which he may lose at the end of the year.)

Asked what he would wear, he said, “Dress blues, tennis shoes and a light coat of oil.”

“I wanted to see if you were listening,” he said. “I will wear a two-button suit.”

The opening ceremony takes place at 10 a.m. at Madison Square Park.

The parade begins at 11:11 a.m. and proceeds up Fifth Avenue to 52nd Street.

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New York Today: Fulton’s Flashy First Day

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The Fulton Center opens today.Credit Damon Winter/The New York Times

Updated 10:04 a.m.

Good morning on this mild Monday.

Much has been made of the size of the new Fulton Center, the downtown subway station that opens its 27 entrances to commuters this morning.

And of the Oculus, a dome that draws daylight into the station through a so-called Sky Reflector Net.

And of the redesigned station’s rings of retail space, which one architect called “doughnuts of accommodation.”

Vivian Yee, The Times’s reporter who attended the center’s ribbon-cutting ceremony on Sunday, pointed out another feature:

“There are screens everywhere, and everything is moving,” she said.

From ads to maps and service announcements, “they’re very into the digital Fulton Center,” Ms. Yee said.

“When we’re used to being in a regular station where the ads are all paper, it’s startling to go into a station and see all these moving ads.”

One of the opening-day ads is for Burberry. The wristwatch in the ad, she said, is supposed to match the actual time whenever it comes on screen.

She declared the experience “a little overwhelming” to the senses — certainly more so than Grand Central Terminal, though less so than Times Square.

“There are no blinking lights,” she said.

The center connects the 2, 3, 4, 5, A, C, J, Z and R lines, and will eventually extend to the World Trade Center and PATH trains.

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