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Star Treks: New York has everything under the sun. Match your zodiac sign to all that the city has to offer

Lawrence Grecco writes regarding Capricorn:

“Your life tends to get better as you get older and as you slowly climb your way to the top of the metaphorical mountain. In New York City, you have the opportunity to indulge in your desire to reach the summit by rock-climbing at the Field House at Chelsea Piers (Pier 62, 23rd Street and the Hudson River, 212-336-6500 x 6577). Once at the top, you can power-lunch with local masters of the universe at two of their favorite Midtown feeding grounds, the ‘21′ Club (21 W. 52nd St. between Fifth and Sixth avenues, 212-582-7200) and the Grill Room in The Four Seasons restaurant (99 E. 52nd St. between Lexington and Park avenues, 212-754-9494). Structure and foundation are crucial to a Capricorn, so visiting any of this city’s impressive architectural wonders such as the Chrysler Building at 42nd Street and Lexington Avenue-a soaring example of the Art Deco style-is recommended…”

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It’s his (Scorpio) energy, he can direct it anyway he pleases…

Two years ago

“What’s going on?” I asked.

“They want me to play a concert at Carnegie Hall.”

“What? Really? Cool!!! I want to come.”

“Elsa, no. I don’t want to do it.”

“What do you mean? You’re kidding, right?”

“No, I’m not kidding. They flew all the way out here. They’re trying to talk me into but I… I just don’t think I want to do it,” he said. Continue reading Ben In The Spotlight… His Un-Comfort Zone: Carnegie Hall

I was in New York having coffee with HQ. We were talking about one of my favorite things, murder and mayhem and my criminal mind. And to be honest, I don’t recall exactly what I was saying but I think it was graphic and apparently the woman sitting at the table next to us (who was trying to do a crossword puzzle) was appalled.

I would have not known this had HQ not told me, but I could see he was right as I watched her leave the cafÆ’

Besides travel and culture, Jupiter rules education and while in New York, HQ took me to the ITP Winter Show at NYU, where he taught a course last semester. The show is an opportunity for the students to showcase their projects… a solar bikini that charges your iPod and keeps your beer cold, and various other ideas and inventions. The place was packed.

And I think HQ thought I was bored, but I was not. In fact, I was completely fascinated. Because I am from the desert! And like I said, I crave exposure to other cultures, which is exactly what college life in a major city, is to me. I may as well have been walking around India! So I was smiling inside, unbeknownst to him.

So some of HQ’s students had projects in the show and he stopped to chat with them while I stood nearby doing what I do. Observing that is. Absorbing. For example, he was chatting with one guy and he asked me what I thought about the guy as we walked away.

“I liked him,” I said. “And he sure has the right glasses. Did you see those glasses? They were strange and they worked. Hardly anyone can get glasses that good for their face so I am happy for him. He has an interesting way of presenting himself. His clothing…”

He just looked at me.

And a couple days later we were emailing around another gal he spoke to while I stood by. At the show, I told him I thought she was incredibly coy. To the point of caricature! But anyway, he was somewhat disappointed with the show and somewhat concerned I felt the same. He would not want to be wasting my time in New York with boring things! But I tried to explain I was not him. I was not necessarily reading things the way he was.

“Take the girl,” I said. “You’re thinking… I have no idea what. Something technology thing I guess. Or business. But I am standing next to you thinking, this girl has dance training. Look what she’s doing with her foot. Look at her posture, her carriage. So I am watching her and thinking about her parents taking her to ballet class when she is a little girl. And now she’s at NYU! She’s growing up and this is how she is turning out. And I am thinking about how incredibly coy she is and wondering what it would be like to date someone like that. How different she is from me…”

So there you go. It’s possible to have a perspective that is incredibly diverse from even your closest friends. And this is my preference. I want as many angles on a thing as possible. It’s why I love astrology, I suppose. It’s not flat!

Are most of your friends like-minded or no?

I was in New York this weekend to visit my editor, HQ and his wife who is Korean. Though I met her at their wedding, I’d never spent time with her otherwise and the weekend was an ultra-pleasurable education on many levels. And perhaps I’ll have a chance to write about some of the subtleties… she’s a Scorpio with five planets in the sign but this blog is going to be a cilantro.

We went out for Korean BBQ… she took the time to find a restaurant that still uses wood-burning grill. She likes to cook and so do I. Italians use a lot garlic and I was surprised to learn Koreans do as well… as we chatted over dinner both of us crunching on whole cloves of garlic I had to pick up with chopsticks, which is a challenge for me.

I told her I could cook anything but Asian and had become committed to learning, so after dinner we went to a Korean grocery in K-Town so she could show me around and pick up a few things she needed… this, that and cilantro, but guess what? No cilantro. The store was sold out.

The next day we walked to brunch and then to various places around the city before stopping in another grocery store to get the cilantro and various other sundries. I followed her through the produce section… watching her carefully select a few apples. She peels and sections them before she eats them… I’d just chomp, I had noticed this the night I got into town. Her apple-peeling actually looked artful to me, but anyway she went for the cilantro but no luck. There was only one bunch and it was wilted.

She shook her head and looked dejected. “I need cilantro,” she said. “I need cilantro.”

I followed her down the aisles wondering if I should speak up because watching her was painful and since I am me, obviously I did.

“Um… do you ever… did you ever… do you know you can just ask the produce guy to look in the back for some cilantro that is fresh? They probably have it. Chances are.”

She just looked at me.

“Koreans don’t do that.” HQ explained. He was there, pushing the cart.

“They don’t? You don’t?”

“I wouldn’t do that,” she said. “I would never ask something like that.”

“You wouldn’t? Well I would. I do it all the time. Look, produce people know their produce. And they know when it’s lousy and actually appreciate someone who appreciates good produce. Seriously. You can get to know them. They just know you are someone who doesn’t like to eat junk.”

She seemed interested. Like I made sense.

“I can ask, if you want. Would that bother you? Would you mind if I as because you can’t use what they’ve got out there and you’ve got to have some.”

She said she didn’t mind. I made a beeline for the produce man.

“Hey there, hi,” I said smiling. “We need some cilantro and the bunch you have out there looks pretty sorry. Do you have any more in the back? Would you mind looking for us?”

A couple minutes later, he came back with several bunches of cilantro.

“Thank you,” I said, as she shopped them and picked the finest. “Thank you very much for that.”

Later that evening we talked about this. She reiterated she would have never asked something like this. She said she’d have walked 6 blocks to the next store and hoped they had some.

“But would you ask now?” I wondered.

“Yes.”

“Good. Well that’s good. You can just pretend you’re Italian, get away with stuff like this and save yourself all kinds of time!”

And I felt so good about this. I hope she easy access to fresh produce for the rest of life. Wouldn’t that be cool? Meantime I’m going to make some soybean paste…

Would you have asked for the cilantro or walked the six blocks?