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I am a 29-year-old New Yorker from the bayou. I write about the city that never sleeps, live music, and other kinds of mischief.

Cajun Tomato’s Guide To Jaywalking In New York City

Jaywalk, please.

Jaywalk, please.

Cajun Tomato’s NYC 100 is a periodic series chronicling my experiences and observations as a New Yorker. Today’s post No. 38 is titled Cajun Tomato’s Guide to Jaywalking in New York City.

On my first visit to New York City in 2012 I noticed people standing five or six feet in the street as taxis and buses whizzed past. The vehicles parked on the street shielded pedestrians from threat of bodily harm. Still, I was skeptical. I stood on the sidewalk, like the child afraid to dip his toe in the deep end of the pool. It wasn’t until I moved to New York City I understood why people camped in the street, and thus started doing it myself. It makes jaywalking easier.

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Prompts: “You Will Go Far, Restless Ginger”

Prompts is a joint creative exercise between my friend Matt W. and I. We will choose a different subject at the beginning of each week and post no more than 500 words on said topic on Fridays. This week’s prompt: write a letter to yourself from five years ago.

Ray From What Seems Like Forever Ago aka T-Ray Bay Bay,
One day you will escape Retirement City with its glut of pink slime-slinging fast food chains, shit-stained bayou and mutation-causing tap water, fort-like civic center that looks like the architect thought attack was imminent, and downtown intersection of “Altercation and Confrontation” which guarantees free entertainment and greasy pizza. You will work up the nerve to quit your job – a development many say will never happen – and pick a spot on the map far from your ancestral home of swamps and bayous and just go. You will dip your toes in the two oceans (brrrr!), make wonderful new friends, and revel in experiences that leave your head spinning a la David Byrne in the Talking Heads classic “Once In a Lifetime”. The restlessness you wrestle – that feeling your life is evaporating quicker than the wetlands with nothing to show for your troubles – might seem like a curse most days, hanging like an albatross around your neck, but it is your fuel, your ticket out.

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Angel Olsen Lights Up Le Poisson Rouge

Angel Olsen, she of the elusive smiles.

Angel Olsen, she of the elusive smiles.

Full disclosure: This concert happened Feb. 20, which is almost a month ago. I might rename this site Cajun Tomato Monthly.

I entered Angel Olsen’s sold-out Le Poisson Rouge show with two misconceptions. One, her performance’s power would hinge almost entirely on her garage girl band gone old-timey country voice. The live clips I’d seen showed her gently strumming her guitar without a backing band. Two, like a sullen mime the St. Louis born alt-folk/alt-country/alt-heartbreak artist never broke her stone-faced glare while singing. In both areas a revelation awaited.

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Prompts: Ode To My Garage Sale-Loving Mom

Prompts is a joint creative exercise between my friend Matt W. and I. We will choose a different subject at the beginning of each week and post no more than 500 words on said topic on Fridays (or Wednesdays … wink, wink). Here’s a prompt detailing something my parents were right about that I didn’t realize until later.

Me, in more delusional times.

Me, in more delusional times.

One of my enduring childhood memories revolves around my mom hopping in her Ford Escort on Saturday mornings to go garage sale’n. She would highlight the upcoming sales in the local newspaper the night before then drive up and down the bayou eyeing discarded treasures for quarters on the dollar. I did not value her hobby then. I barely tolerated it. I called her prized takeaways “junk” on more than one occasion. I equated frugality and thriftiness as poor people’s concerns, distant from my fantasy world of Saturday morning cartoons. My mom laughed at my immaturity and continued her Saturday morning routine.

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Reflections On The East Harlem Explosion

NYFD sprays water on building carcass moments after explosion Wednesday morning in Spanish Harlem.

NYFD sprays water on building carcass moments after explosion Wednesday morning in Spanish Harlem.

The mysterious boom lasted two, maybe three seconds Wednesday morning then disappeared, like a jarring apparition. I had pressed the snooze button on my phone minutes before, eager for more sleep on my first day back from vacation. The massive sound stirred me to attention. I asked one of my roommates what she heard. “Sounded like thunder,” she replied. Thunder, in my experience, is a rarity in New York City. No, it sounded like an explosion, I said. For all I knew, the blast, if it was a blast, could have happened a block away or 20 blocks away. The noise came and went and the magnitude of what had just happened in East Harlem, which I will heretofore refer to as Spanish Harlem, escaped me. I checked Twitter, found a lone tweet about a boom, then posted my own missive into cyberspace, wondering, for lack of a better phrase, what the hell had just happened.

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Mas Ysa Fails To Launch During Record Release Show

Thomas Arseneault (nee Mas Ysa) at Glasslands. Photo credit: Brooklyn Vegan

Thomas Arseneault (nee Mas Ysa) at Glasslands. Photo credit: Brooklyn Vegan

His stage name could conceivably be pronounced three or four ways. His backstory reads like a person playing hopscotch over the western hemisphere. His vocals on the Pitchfork-approved cut “Shame” recall Jamie Stewart of Xiu Xiu howling for help in vain as he tumbles down a sinkhole. And the song’s words, well they are anyone’s guess. Yes, Montreal via New York City via Brazil performer Thomas Arseneault (nee Mas Ysa pronounced maas ee-sa) has oodles of intrigue.

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Prompts: “Learning To Cope With My Sports Addiction”

Prompts is a joint creative exercise between my friend Matt W. and I. We will choose a different subject at the beginning of each week and post no more than 500 words on said topic on Fridays (or Sundays … wink, wink). Matt wrote about why he was a sports fan. I am writing about something slightly different – learning to cope with my sports addiction.

LeBron & Co. celebrate a two-peat I tried to ignore.

LeBron & Co. celebrate a two-peat I tried to ignore.

“If I cared this much about other things in my life I’d be a fully functioning adult.” ~ a text I sent to Matt on June 20, 2013.

At the moment I tapped out this text I stood inside Bowery Ballroom. Neo-hippie rocker Mikal Cronin’s fuzzed-out melancholia filled the room, yet failed to hold my attention. My focus centered on NBA Finals Game 7 between the Miami Heat and San Antonio Spurs. I refreshed my Scorecenter app on my iPhone every two minutes. I considered skipping Cronin’s concert, despite purchasing tickets a month in advance, to watch the game but figured I would be bummed if the Heat won … and I missed the concert. The Heat won that night, leaving me feeling furious despite the fact I consider their opponent, the Spurs, the human embodiment of a shoulder shrug. Cronin, poor guy, might as well have been elevator music.

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Prompts: “The City I Most Want To Visit In 2014″

Prompts is a joint creative exercise between my friend Matt W. and I. We will choose a different subject at the beginning of each week and post no more than 500 words on said topic on Fridays.

Montreal's Biosphere is among the Quebec city's Epcot Center-themed attractions.

Montreal’s Biosphere is among the Quebec city’s Epcot Center-themed attractions.

The City I Most Want To Visit In 2014 – Montreal

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Prompts: “My Favorite Job”

Memorial Stadium in Lincoln, Neb.

Memorial Stadium in Lincoln, Neb.

Prompts is a joint creative exercise between my friend Matt W. and I. We will choose a different subject at the beginning of each week and post no more than 500 words on said topic on Fridays. Per the usual, I’m a few days late or a few days early with this one, depending on how you look at it. Choosing my favorite job was difficult, very difficult. It’s kind of like my favorite song; it alternates on a frequent basis.

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Cajun Tomato’s NYC 100: “Polar Vortex Domino’s Fail”

Selfie taken shortly after making it to the summit, um bodega ATM for pizza delivery tip money from local bodega.

Selfie taken shortly after withdrawing pizza delivery tip money.

Cajun Tomato’s NYC 100 is a periodic series chronicling my experiences and observations as a New Yorker. Today’s post – No. 37, if you’re keeping score at home – examines my desire to stay indoors on snow days and why I found myself outside Wednesday.

I woke at 10 a.m. on Tuesday to the sight of snow hurtling toward the ground with the same frantic pace New Yorkers tend to exude when they are late for work. The deep fried southerner in me envisioned flakes stinging my face in this concrete Siberia and said simply, “nah ah.” The forecast called for six to eight inches of snow, beginning at noon – not 10 a.m. So much for a quick trip to the grocery store, I thought. Today would be a delivery day. Mother Nature by way of the Polar Vortex had forced my hand.

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