Thursday, July 24, 2014

Summer Reruns Of Dana: Old School High Tech Revisited

Originally posted July 14, 2009

I couldn't get a signal on the computer to find the number of the theater to find out the times of the movie on Friday. "When I get home I'll go on their website and call them," I grumbled.

"I do have a phone book," she said. "It's white and it has numbers in it. I'm even in it."

Later, she read aloud from her hand written stories.   I typed them into my computer. "Wouldn't it be faster to xerox it?" she asked.

"Who's old tech now?" I answered.

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Tuesday, July 22, 2014

Summer Reruns Remember Peace: On The Street That You Live*

Originally posted on March 17, 2009

Nights walking home from Gramma's once-a-week-TV-watching with her...

...these nooks and crannies, as intimate as her small apartment....

... the purring of the bridge...

...if I had my way I'd live right here.

People stop and stare. They don't bother me.
For there's no where else on earth that I would rather be.
Let the time go by, I won't care if I
Can be here on the street where you live.

*My Fair Lady

Sunday, July 20, 2014

Sunday Memories: The Sorrow And The Pity

Florescent lights have nothing to do with French collaborators or a four and a half hour documentary about them. 

But on a walk home, looking up at the lone kitchen light in a quiet dark building...

... the sorrow and the pity...

Our house silenced by late hours and defeat, the lone florescent light would be left on in the kitchen, just in case someone needed to get up in the middle of the night and, surrounded by kitchen appliances, stand there, wondering if it was worth trying again when the sun came up.

We weren't the only ones who had those lights.  Everyone had them.  They were plentiful, affordable and functional and came with the apartments we all lived in.  Apartments that were plentiful, affordable and functional.

Those lights and the apartments they used to be in have all but disappeared. 

But, here or there, on a dark street, look up.  What once always was, might still remain.  An empty night kitchen with cold blue light beckoning another leap of faith.

Perhaps all those old lights in those old kitchens so many years ago was the sorrow.  And perhaps their disappearance is the pity.

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Friday, July 18, 2014

Friday's Child Is Loving And Giving
And If You Give You Will Receive



On top of its New York rescue operations, Social Tees also rescues small dogs from Los Angeles!

They are trying to bring 20 death row dogs that are in a high kill shelter to NY and their fundraising campaign is coming to a close and they are SO CLOSE to meeting their goal -- $185 left to raise!!! The deadline is NOW- FRIDAY!


Don't have much in your pocket? THAT'S OK! FOSTER HOMES ARE NEEDED TOO!!!

Email if you can foster for 2 to 4 weeks starting this Friday and PLEASE SHARE!!



She's a 4-month-old Treeing Walker Coonhound mix, 25 lbs.

Very well socialized with other dogs and gets along great with every person she meets. She's wee pad trained and well on her way to being housebroken! She's super playful and will grow to be a medium sized, active girl.

Her foster mom says: "Leona (we call her Fiona) has been a love. She is the sweetest, most fun loving puppy ever. She loves to snuggle and sleeps through the night. She is amazing with both our pitbull and our little pekingese. She is not a big barker, is very friendly on walks, and is in the midst of being house broken. She would make a great pet for anyone."

Liked the photo???

A big thank you to our newest volunteer photographer, Alan Perlman of Chey Dog Photography, for taking and sharing these incredibly gorgeous pics of our rescue dogs!!!!

Swooning over this stuff and want to see more? Visit his dog photography collection at and/or shoot him an email at He'd be psyched to hear form you!



Come Volunteer!!! 

Come Visit!!!!

 Come On In!!!!! 

Social Tees   
325 East 5th Street, NY, NY 10003

Thursday, July 17, 2014

With Company Time Flies

At the end of a long day, I saw them again. 

All the way on the other side of the First Avenue Serengeti.  Right by the highway.  

It had only been a couple of weeks but those babies now looked huge, almost the size of their parents as they wandered about a patch.

I had been worried.  First there had been no rain and the puddle I often saw them in dried up.  Then there were all those NYC Environment trucks, which could have meant construction was going to start soon.  Then there was just the wilds of New York, with possible idiots slipping down into the unintended wild life reserve and going after them. 

Anything could go wrong. 

On top of all that, there were a couple of weeks of taking the bus.  But, each time it flew by the lot, I craned on tippy toes trying to see if anyone was still there.

Now, on foot, headed home, I had time to walk down to the highway and take another look at the family. 

Two cab drivers strolling back to their cabs saw me leaning into the fence snapping pictures.  They stopped.  One whipped out his phone and joined me.  We all grinned. 

And then... perhaps without warning or maybe just spooked by all these snapping bodies leaning against the chain-linked fence...

... what had been just puffballs only a little while ago now stretched big, strong wings and began beating them as if to take flight.

Me and the two cab drivers all gasped and laughed and took more pictures as we watched them finish their unique pre-flight checks and then wander deeper into the grass after their folks. 

Company would be leaving soon.

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Tuesday, July 15, 2014

Neutral This

What is Net Neutrality?

Click here and have it all laid out, including information about coyote urine.  

Funny, wasn't it? But, I bet you're a bit worried now.  

Me, too. 

Chairman Wheeler of the FCC, having received thousands and thousands (yes the site crashed several times) of emails, wanted to hear PERSONAL reasons why Net Neutrality is so fundamental to our freedom of speech being protected, preserved and kept democratic ( you know, like what that Constitution and Bill of Rights says).

So, I wrote him a letter: 

Dear Mr. Wheeler: 

I understand that you wanted PERSONAL stories from all us little non-corporate people about why Net Neutrality is so important to us.  OK.  

I'm a great writer - not mainstream.  Don't do romance novels that both Republicans and Democrats can read.  I write brief moments of New York City through the prism of the heart.  And people all over the world read my little moments and get a sense of a human being living in a city in a country that isn't always very nice.  It's how world peace starts: person to person.  Oh this Jew-girl from NYC is just like me, someone living in Sudan, Iran, Turkey, Egypt, China...

Now, I don't have a lot of money or power but I have a great voice.  The way the internet works now allows me equal play and opportunity just like the folks who get to have a staff.  You know, like democracy and how I was always told as a kid that everyone has the chance to become their dreams in America and anyone can become a president in the United States stuff.

NO, NOT anyone can become president.  You got to be a Bush for that.  But with how the internet works now, I'm equally seen and heard. And quite frankly, I am really good and my work deserves that level playing field. 

BTW if money wasn't involved, the big guys wouldn't be so gung-ho. And I don't think you asked THEM for personal stories about why they want to be paid to go fast while the rest of us will go slow and please do not give me that bull#$* about fast and faster.  It will be slow-free and fast-expensive.

BTW again:

I'm good. And undoing the internet's democracy is barely America.  So do your job and uphold America where everyone can make their dreams come true because the playing field is actually level.

C.O. Moed


So.  Write your own letter and send it here.  

Feel free to tell Mr. Wheeler you agree with me (especially about my writing).  

Remind him about the Constitution and the Bill of Rights.   

Tell him how, perhaps with a staff, or with barely a nickel in your pocket, the internet allows you to get to know everybody in the world, if you so choose and have the time, by reading their stories and telling your own.  

Remind him that world peace begins that way.  

And if you only visit cat videos and my blog, inform him that poor folks do just as good cat videos as people with endorsement deals.  Net Neutrality will make sure Simon the cat has just as good a chance as Henri

Here's the petition, again:

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Sunday, July 13, 2014

Summer Reruns Of Sunday Memories: "Not Coney. Coney Island."

Originally posted July 20, 2008

Florence is 62 in this picture from the mid-1980s.

Now, 83, she is not only refusing to get out of bed, she is refusing visitors anything but her back.

K., the recreational therapist managed to get Florence to turn to her by playing a sonatina badly on her portable electric keyboard. Annoyed by sloppy playing, Florence rolled over to K., corrected her mistakes and then rolled back into her little corner. K. didn't give up. She began mispronouncing composers' names. It worked. Florence faced her and thus began a lesson in how one is required to speak.

A couple of days later, finished with my swimming lesson which actually went... swimmingly (in other words, I did not drown), I looked down from the glass balcony at the gym's pool filled with bodies going back and forth, and recalled a recent conversation with her former girlfriend who had loved her since they were teenagers ("Your mother was a great swimmer, your mother could swim anywhere, your mother....").

Years ago before we knew her memory had begun step behind closed doors to hide her accidents and mistakes, I got her to talk into a microphone about the place she loved more than her piano.

(See Daughter Of Coney at )

Perhaps wondering if I too could coax Florence to roll back into life, I called.

"Hello Florence, I just finished another swimming lesson!"

"I used to go swimming. I swim," Florence said.

"I know. In the ocean." (I had to shout this because she had forgotten how to hold the phone up to her ear and my cell phone in a cavernous gym wasn't helping.)

"Right. And then you sit on the boardwalk, watch the people and they see you alone and they try to strike up a conversation."

"Get out of bed and I'll take you to Coney."

"NOT Coney. It's Coney Island. Coney ISLAND."

"Get out of bed and I'll take you to Coney ISLAND."

"OK. Maybe tomorrow. Don't eat too much. And lie down."

And with that she clicked off to roll back into her resting spot.