My life in New York on weekdays is much like anyone elses: the day-in, day-out drudgery of sleep, the N train, work, the N train and Law & Order reruns. Sure, I manage to get a little writing in there in the form of this inane blog, but for the most part my life looks like an episode of television that's been Tivo'd and played back many, many times.
I don't wear a watch - it's more a personal philosophy than a fashion choice. Not wearing the watch makes me feel like I'm on perpetual vacation, even sitting in a department meeting with the other office drones when I am fully aware that I am indeed *not* on vacation. As such, I have over the years come to sense what time it is within about 10 minutes accuracy. One way has to do with my stomach alerting me every day at noon that it's time for lunch, no matter how late I might have eaten breakfast. Another way is how the sun comes through my galley kitchen window at certain times of the day. And yet another way has to do with the news channel NY1.
I wake up every morning with Pat Kiernan, the leprechaun host of the morning news. I love his droll way of announcing ridiculous news items. I adore the gentle banter between him and the rubinesque Roger Clark. I will never get rid of Time Warner Cable specifically for this reason: I can't live without my NY1. I would watch it all day if I could, no matter how repetitive it might be.
In addition to giving me all the news I need to start the day, this morning I discovered that NY1 gives me something else: a sense of what the hell time it is. I realized that I actually time my morning around the different segments. I must be up and out of the shower by Weather on the 1s. I have to be done blowdrying my hair by the bottom of the hour, so I can hear all the lead news items. I must finish with assorted primping by the Transit Report, so I can hear Debbie Duhane tell me whether today is an Alternate Side Parking day (no matter that I don't have a car). And if I don't leave the house by In The Papers, I'm going to be late for work.
When I get home, I usually can devote about a half hour to Lewis Dodley (who incidentally I think sounds exactly like Butthead, of "Beavis and" fame). When Inside City Hall starts, it's time to switch over to Law & Order.
What would I do without my NY1? Often, when I am legitimately on vacation I find myself at loose ends, asking passers by for the time. How should I know? I didn't see the Fortune Business Report this morning, I have no clue what time of day it should be! I may have to schedule my next trip to St. Lucia, since they have some weird satellite subscription that receives NY1. That way, I can enjoy my vacation and know what time to eat breakfast.