Month: July 2013

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People

Connection

I’ve long felt that New York is my macro-friend, that I am encircled by others like me. The feeling has been with me a lot recently as I’ve turned to Craigslist to sell much of the contents of my apartment.

“There’s nobody, not Ikea or anyone, who has one like this,” Allyson, who came to buy my bookcase told me. I painted the bookcase, which stands eight feet, when I moved to the city 15 years ago. Now I’m leaving and Allyson and her husband, Sean, who works in oil exploration, are arriving. “I should have worn sneakers,” said Sean, who wore sandals and had to carry the bookcase about a mile to their apartment.

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Angel, an aspiring Frank Sinatra impersonator, paid $40 for my Roland Mini-Cube amplifier. “I step out of the shower and sing but this will be my first attempt to sing publicly, said Angel, who likes “I’ve Got You Under My Skin,” has a Marine Corp fade and wore white high tops with matching crew socks. “Buy yourselves a couple of Frappuccinos,” he told my girlfriend and me as he passed me two crisp $20s.

Dena, a teacher who lives with her boyfriend in the financial district, bought my blue couch with a pullout sofa ($400). “I love this,” she said. “I was looking for something extremely clean and comfortable.” The next day she came with two movers, who mummified the sofa in plastic wrap and tape before carrying it away.

Dickson, who lives in the Bronx, paid $45 for my AM/FM table radio with wooden cabinet. “It’s for my aunt, who is 94,” he said. “So she can listen to the Chinese radio station. She had a handheld radio but the sound was fuzzy. This radio has a grounding. She lives in a tenement building.”

Helen from the Upper East Side bought the antique Coca-Cola crate for $10. “This is a clean one,” she said. “I like the look of them.” Two weeks later, Helen returned to buy my antique tool box ($10).

John from Brooklyn paid $25 for the Mac Airport Extreme wi-fi router. He showed up on a bamboo bike. “Built one with my lady,” he explained. “The materials come from Ghana.” John said his sister and her husband “have a sweet patch of land in Kenya” after I told him about my moving to South Africa.

Susan arrived in a dusty blue Ford with a Penn decal in the rear window. “I’m sorry the inside of the car looks like a garbage pit,” she said. (Whirpool microwave, $50).

“It’s heavy,” Roswell said as he hoisted the Ryobi 7.25-inch circular saw he bought from me ($25). “It’s for a friend.”

Dan and I bonded over an Ikea end table ($15). “These things are super-useful,” I said as I handed it to him. “Yeah, I have two already, use ’em for books,” Dan said.

Gregory from Trinidad bought the Andis trimmer ($15). He commutes by car from his home in Queens to his job at the U.S. Postal Service vehicle maintenance facility in Chelsea.

“I’m stopping by before my kickball game so please don’t judge me for looking like an idiot,” emailed Drew (Queen-size bed base, $150). He wore tube socks and a white t-shirt with blue long sleeves that had “Kickball” written in script across the front.

Bruce from Connecticut (Brother compact laser printer, $25): “I’ll pay you $30 if you can drop it off at my son’s place who lives near you.” No sale.

“I was a speechwriter in Perth but now I’m hoping to get into international relations,” said Andrew, who together with his girlfriend, Anna, bought two bedside tables and a matching six-drawer dresser ($350).

Cate, from Williamsburg, bought the glo ball lamp ($40). “I’m thinking of moving to Spain,” she said. “I’ve been here ten years.”

Lydia came on Sunday to see the Heywood-Wakefield mirror ($80). She said she liked it and would run to the ATM for cash. Then she said she needed to measure the mirror and left abruptly. Lydia returned on Monday, handed me the money and left with the mirror, which she planned to take home to Brooklyn. “Just got home and it’s perfect,” she emailed later. “Thanks again.”

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Travel

Vaccinate me

On a recent Wednesday morning I made my way across Manhattan to New York Presbyterian/Weill Cornell Medical Center for one of a series of vaccinations I’ve been receiving in advance of my move to South Africa.

I enjoy visiting the medical center, which awakens my inner science journalist. The trip entails its own routine: take the No. 6 train to Hunter College, stop for coffee at the Starbucks at 66th Street and Third Avenue, then head east to York. Turn north at The Rockefeller University, which, with its London plane trees, may be among the city’s loveliest places.rock u

The day after my visit to the neighborhood, Jessica Ho, a graduate fellow at the university, was slated to present her thesis, “Chormatin control of the antivrial response to influenza.” Chromatin, I learned, is the mix of DNA and proteins that forms the nucleus of cells.

For my part, thanks to the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention, which publishes clear guidance for travelers, and my physician — whom I’ll refer to as Dr. H. — I’ve been vaccinated (or soon will be) for the following:

  • Hepatits A
  • Hepatitis B
  • Typhoid
  • Rabies
  • Tetanus, diptheria and pertussis
  • Mumps, measles and rubella
  • Meningitis
  • Yellow Fever (scheduled)

“Yellow Fever is a political vaccine,” Dr. H. told me. That’s because the South African government requires visitors from certain countries, including many in Africa that I hope to visit, to present proof of vaccination. To be sure, yellow fever also happens to be a virus that can be fatal in people who develop a severe form of the disease, according to the CDC.

Oral typhoid vaccine (Photo by Brian Browdie)
Oral typhoid vaccine (Photo by Brian Browdie)

Spending time in vaccine land offers more than sore deltoids. For example, I’ve learned about human rabies, which is rare in the U.S. but much more common in other parts of the world, where fewer people vaccinate their dogs. In “Rabid: A Cultural History of the World’s Most Diabolical Virus,” veterinarian Monica Murphy and journalist Bill Wasik describe rabies as follows:

“It is the most fatal virus in the world, a pathogen that kills nearly 100 percent of its hosts in most species, including humans. Fittingly, the rabies virus is shaped like a bullet: a cylindrical shell of glycoproteins and lipids that carries, in its rounded tip, a malevolent payload of helical RNA.

“We can go to a bat cave together now,” my girlfriend, who lives in South Africa and who’s also been vaccinated for rabies, wrote to me.

The latest round of vaccines sent me into my past. According to records my mother gave me a few years ago, I was vaccinated as an infant against polio and smallpox.

This card certifies that at age six months I received the smallpox vaccine on the left arm. (Photo: Brian Browdie)
This card certifies that at age six months I received the smallpox vaccine on the left arm. (Photo: Brian Browdie)

Smallpox was wiped out about 33 years ago but remains a bioterrorism concern. The U.S. halted routine vaccination in 1972 and no one knows whether vaccines received before then still confer immunity. What experts do know is that the intentional release of smallpox in a global city such as London could have worldwide effects, according to a paper by researchers at Harvard University, Northeastern University, Aix-Marseille Université in France and the Computational Epidemiology Laboratory in Torino, Italy published July 17 in the journal Scientific Reports. According to the authors:

We show through large-scale individual-based simulations that biological targeted attacks on a single city can result in the presence of exposed individuals in several countries before the health system is aware of the release and the ensuing outbreak.

Not good.

My mother also gave me a copy of a feeding guide the pediatrician gave her when I was nine months old and weighed 23 pounds. Here are the desserts the guide recommended:

  • Soft custard
  • Rennet — made with tablet
  • Fruit whip
  • Lemon or orange gelatin
  • Cornstarch pudding
  • Jello

No wonder I weighed 23 pounds.

Hang around the medical center enough and you learn all sorts of things. I picked up the following intel from two Jamaican women whose badges identified them as administrators. “When they have an employee appreciation event at Sloan-Kettering, the food is da best,” one woman said to her colleague. “Over here they serve things with bacon. How do you serve bacon? Not everybody eats pork.”

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Favorite Places

My Favorite Places: Butler Library

butlerI like Butler Library on the campus of Columbia University. Make that love. Especially in summer. On the hottest days I head to Butler, where air conditioning, the ornamental ceilings, the portraits of Columbia’s leaders who gaze out from centuries past and the knowledge that two million volumes lie within reach offer both an invitation to ideas and a sense of repose.

In the main reading room the table lamps glow yellow and daylight fills the room. The place sounds lovely: fingers scroll on computer mice and MacBooks snap shut and people’s sandals clack across the tile floor.

The other day a girl across a table from me put down a cup of ice that made a satisfying pop. She wore a brick red shirt and typed on a MacBook Pro encased in a sleeve of the same color.

A guy to her right who wore a blue t-shirt closed a hardcover book with a soft thud. Someone’s muted iPhone buzzed. The air hummed. A man at the reference desk in a black t-shirt and madras shorts spoke in hushed tones with a librarian who wore a coral-colored sweater.

The acoustics of Butler have captivated others. One blogger, Gustavo Val, took his microphone to Butler’s Milstein reading room, where he recorded the “silent” environment:

“Additionally, other irregular sounds are present in this environment: the sound of someone getting up, someone coughing, footsteps over the marble floor, zippers, and the click of an opening door. Focusing our attention further other subtle sounds appear in our recording: the sound of turning pages and of fingers typing a computer keyboard.”

I bring long sleeves to ward off Butler’s chill, which is the opposite of my apartment, where the air grows hot and stale and my MacBook overheats and the city assaults me aurally.

Butler, with its Italian Renaissance design, opened in 1934. The building was financed by Edward Harkness, a harness maker and philanthropist who was among the early investors in Standard Oil, and designed by James Gamble Rogers. The building was initially called South Hall but later renamed in honor of Nicholas Murray Butler, who served as the Columbia’s president from 1902 to 1945.

At Butler’s core stands a 15-level stack of steel shelves that rises six floors. Inside the stacks “there is the deep quiet of protection and near-abandonment,” wrote Ben Ratliff, a music critic for the New York Times, who also counts Butler among his summer places. According to Ratliff:

“You hear the hum of the lights, turned on as needed; that’s it. There’s a phone to make outgoing calls on the fifth floor. To me the stacks are the most sacred space in the library, yet here nobody’s telling you not to talk. You’re on your own. It’s a situation for adults.”

Butler’s stacks make Ratliff “dopily happy,” which describes my feeling about the library generally. In the span of a few hours recently I pored over a history of New York State, discovered a two-volume set of Thoreau’s writings, flipped through a biography of Roger Williams and glanced at an atlas of the world.

Author Herman Wouk, who graduated from Columbia the year Butler opened, called the university a place of “doubled magic,” where “the best things of the moment were outside the rectangle of Columbia; the best things of all human history and thought were inside the rectangle.”

Butler embodies that magic. Buzzfeed recently ranked the library one of the 49 most breathtaking in the world.

I cannot imagine a more extraordinary place to be. “Outside it’s 100F,” a Butler partisan named Therese Grinceri tweeted on Friday. “Inside it’s lovely and cool @ Butler Library.”