I was on my way to dinner with a friend at my favorite local joint a few years back when we came upon a few people looking down into a small box in front of the fire station. In the box, a tiny kitten was mewing desperately. It was so young, maybe 10 days, that its eyes had not fully opened. A film remained over the eyes. It was effectively blind. It had dried tar stuck in the fur on one side of its body, with gravel, litter, even a dried out match embedded in the tar. Some dopes thought they could drop off a kitten like this at the fire station, but the firemen were instructed to ignore it so as not to encourage more dopes to drop off their unwanted animals there. So a small group of people were looking down into the box at this pathetic kitten but nobody would touch it.
I picked it up. My friend was stricken with silence as I once snapped the neck of a kitten to put it out of its misery... I'm kidding (bad joke). She loves cats. The kitten quieted with just a little bit of affection. I brought it home, drove around Brooklyn searching for the original Dove dishwashing detergent (which kills fleas but not kittens, according to the inanet). Got the tar out, brought the kitten to a foster parent a few days later, and it was finally adopted, though the adoptive family foolishly rejected the name I gave it (Stokely).
I was cycling early one morning in Prospect Park when a hot pants cyclist yelled at an aimless child crossing the road at the last minute. The cyclist jackknifed in order to avoid the hapless street urchin. He was catapulted through the air, landing on the pavement with his bike landing nearly on top of him. Luckily I had a first aid kit in my pannier. I called upon my old lifeguard skills and treated this iron man competitor. He had no broken bones but he was very rattled. I walked he and his bike bike to his car. He wasn't a bad guy, even though the aesthetic of wearing sponsored lycra outfits just to work out in a city park is highly questionable. I refrained from mentioning that to him.
I try to get out and take advantage of what life has to offer as much as I can. The beach is always at the top of the list, and my location in Brooklyn is ideally suited for impromptu beachin'. Long Beach is my top local choice for surf, but more often I cycle out to the Rockaways. I'm not attracted to the posh lifestyle beaches, but I won't turn down an invite.
I love going to concerts in the parks, films on rooftops, site specific dance pieces, theater in parking lots, art openings, spontaneous dance parties. I also love to get out of the city, hike in the mountains or the desert, scuba dive, ski, look for modern ruins, explore abandoned infrastructure. I was a competitive swimmer, coach, and teacher, so I can help you if you'd like. I will dig into a mellow night at home, bbq out on the deck or order in from this amazing afgan place down the street, catch up on movies or bad TV.
Travel is just great, but as far as I can tell everyone would agree on that (or maybe anyone who doesn't like to travel just keeps quiet about it). For those who it does matter to, I've spent time in Argentina, Brazil, Japan, Mexico, Alaska, UK, Ireland, Belgium, Netherlands, Italy, and France. I'm inclined to be the person exploring rather than just lying out in the sun. I like to get out into the woods. I'm not a nazi about it but I won't opt for all inclusive resort style travel. I've never been on a cruise but I thought the reality TV show "Shipmates," was hilarious. However, it didn't make me want to go on a cruise.