Lori E. Seid… And How Was Your Day?

Hello Old Friends

Posted in East Village, Life, self by Lori E. Seid on 9 March 2013

it’s been awhile

there has been a lot going on or nothing really, but, the idea of having to answer how my day was after asking about yours was not possible.

moodswings/reality/digust/life/death….who could say?

for some wacko reason, this  ‘still life’  from my morning walk with Squid made me ready to post again

And How Was Your Day?

morning trash

Happy National Coming Out Day! 11/11/12

Posted in desire, freedom, girls, human rights, Life, Love, queer, self, Truth, women by Lori E. Seid on 11 October 2012

Out, Loud and Proud!

PAST, PRESENT, FUTURE and YES -IT GETS’ BETTER & BETTER & BETTER

Trying To

Posted in self by Lori E. Seid on 6 October 2012

Thankful

Posted in family, friends, Hero, Legendary, Life, New York City, Performance, Sad Reality, self by Lori E. Seid on 18 March 2012

Thank you Tom.

Thank you to all of you…my family of nutbags, misfits and crazyfolks.

17 Wo Hop – Still Hop-ing After All These Years

Posted in friends, Life, Love, New York City, queer, self, USofA, World by Lori E. Seid on 30 December 2011

Our party of two was walked right thru the line….

It’s Your Lucky Day,  said one frozen-nosed guy with a big party-

It’s her birthday,  said we

HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!! the line shouted with cheers & pure loving glee, smiles all around…

A true NYC moment & gift….

Dinner was perfect. And the chinese broccoli in oyster sauce that arrived after the fortune cookies was doggy bagged, No Charge For You! Broccoli FREE….. An unheard of  Wo Hop Miracle!

But the crowd on the steep stairs on our exit out were not friendly – packed & pissed they would not move to let us back up to the street, extremely angered by the smallness of our table….

ONLY TWO OF YA?!?- SHIT! That Sucks!!!

But Chinatown is a gift that keeps giving and 2 doors or so away my mood was back to giggly…..

Thank you NYC and all you hold

National Breast Cancer Awareness Month Oct 2011

Posted in family, friends, girls, Hero, Life, self, women, World by Lori E. Seid on 19 October 2011

This woman was selling homemade bags at a street market and after talking awhile she proudly showed me her war wounds. “BUT, I won” she said

In honor of all breast cancer fighters/ survivors and their loved ones,

SUPPORT AWARENESS!

Day Dreaming My Current Job Related Stress Away

Posted in New York City, self by Lori E. Seid on 14 October 2011

Oy

Posted in Life, Sad Reality, self by Lori E. Seid on 17 September 2011

9/11 2011

Posted in critters, freedom, New York City, Politics, Sad Reality, self, Squid, World by Lori E. Seid on 11 September 2011

5am- Sunrise 9/11/11; The view from my window seat on the red eye home

8:20am Watching the WTC Ceremony from American Airlines Baggage Claim -JFK

Sunday’s News Stand

Great Jones Fire House Ceremony for Family & Friends of Lost Firemen

Accordion Playing Angel strolls around in The Marble Cemetary on E. 3rd Street

When Sept 11, 2001 instantly became 9/11, I raced home to get to my puppy, Squid. He had acted strange that morning, before the planes even hit, before a sentence like that could even be formed. That morning,  Squid jumped in front of me and blocked the door, barked relentlessly, physically tried to stop me from leaving my apartment. He never did it before and has never done it since. So strange were his actions I actually kept alert on the subway for pickpockets thinking he had a Lassie moment. Well he did.

43 minutes after I finally left for work, the first plane hit the world trade center. And when I watched as the second plane hit from the control room of the live news building I worked in,  it was obvious I had just witnessed, on those 16 television monitors mounted on 1 wall, the very moment the world had changed forever. But all I could focus on was the image of Squid  an hour before begging me not to leave.  I needed to get back downtown, home, so he could see I was alright.  So we could prepare for the end together. 

Walking home I saw a lot of things but it was when I got to the corner of 6th Street and 3rd Ave, and stood and watch the first tower come down that I knew time was running out. My neighbors and I held each other during the collapse, but I immediately pushed them away. Getting home became more of a panic. When I turned down E. 1st Street from 2nd Ave the other tower still stood, almost totally covered in smoke-clouds.

Finally home, I picked up Squid, a camera, and my neighbor, Nadine, who was sitting on our stoop silently crying. In that few minutes of time we heard  the rumble as the 2nd tower started it’s fall. We ran to the roof and saw the tower’s steel crumble into black clouds, fire and dust pile, collapsing onto the first tower’s rubble. Having no idea what else to do, we headed  towards 3rd Ave. A lot of people who made it safely out had started zombie-walking, away from the unknown & uptown on 3rd Ave. Everyone else began to gathered whatever  they could to help those who were covered in thick chalky-dust, cement-coated rubble, shocked dazes & blood.

I was never more proud or more in love with New York City then I was that day and the weeks and months to follow.

From the moment those planes hit, we stood together.

10 years, 2 wars and the patriot act later- it is those moments I choose to remember.

Selma

Posted in family, Life, Love, self, women by Lori E. Seid on 5 September 2011