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The Cube has a sweater been turned into a Weighted Companion Cube* this morning**
*thanks @ryanharebit for this link: http://knowyourmeme.com/memes/the-weighted-companion-cube
**taken at 8 am on 12/14/11 in NYC, for those wondering
Anonymous asked:
re: the bystander effect. i too live on a side street in the east village. i'm generally used to loud screaming of bar hoppers. years ago, i was woken up by screaming. real deal screaming. i couldn't tell where it was coming from. and i didn't want to go looking. i paused thinking, "someone else probably called." then thought, "but what if no one has." i called. my neighbor was in the midst of a bi-polar breakdown. had trashed her apartment. and attempting to kill herself. lesson learned.
Thanks for sharing this, anon (re: this post from a little over a month ago).
It just happened to me AGAIN: woke up at 4:15 am (same time as last time!) to the sound of someone screaming for help somewhere on the street below. This time it was a dude and there was no mistaking it — “Help, someone help, call the police.” Such a terrifying thing to wake up to.
Hope he’s OK — I don’t know what happened in either case (both times I couldn’t hear any more yelling after 10 or 15 seconds). Also, I’m moving to a small gated community in Florida.
The Bystander Effect is sometimes called The Genovese Syndrome, named for Kitty Genovese, a young woman who was murdered in Kew Gardens, Queens, New York 45 years ago this month. Her death wasn’t just tragic. It was an indictment of humanity, as issued in the lead of The New York Times story. Quote: “For more than half an hour, 38 respectable, law-abiding citizens in Queens watched a killer stalk and stab a woman in three separate attacks in Kew Gardens.” That story set the template for the tale of Genovese, irrefutable evidence of the dehumanizing effects of urban life. But subsequent investigations have shown that story to be greatly exaggerated.
I live on a fairly busy side street in the East Village, next to an NYU dorm and across the street from a few loud bars, with my bed right next to the street-side window. So I hear a lot of street noise — usually revelers, sometimes crazies, other times people screaming at each other.
At 4:15 this morning, though, I woke up to a woman screaming “HELP” over and over (maybe 10-15x). At least, I was pretty sure that’s what she was screaming. I looked but I couldn’t see anyone on the street. I called 911 anyway, even though part of me felt silly for calling without any more evidence, largely because I always think of Kitty Genovese and the bystander effect in these situations.
The police called back a few minutes later: They were sending someone to the area. Did I want to meet with them, or was I anonymous? I said I unfortunately didn’t have any more information than what I’d already given them, since I wasn’t able to see the woman from my window.
Now I’m still wide awake and shaken up an hour later, googling Kitty Genovese. Turns out her story was sensationalized, that there weren’t 38 bystanders and that some of them did call the police. Either way, if I hadn’t known about the bystander effect, feeling “silly” that I didn’t have much evidence would’ve kept me from calling the police, and now I’d be wide awake for a different reason — feeling guilty that I hadn’t done anything. I don’t know what happened, but I hope she’s OK.
Yay Crif Dogs!
Wednesday’s the last day to get a free Crif Dog from Scoutmob — KJ & I are going tonight at 6:30 (and then maybe checking out the new Big Gay Ice Cream shop?). Come meet us!
The line at Big Gay Ice Cream’s new shop is about 7 storefronts long (it only opened a couple hours ago). Who wants to come back Monday?
“Um, do you guys know who this is?” “Yeah, it’s some group called TV on the Radio?” “Oh shit, really?” (All I know is that they were a tough show to get into at SXSW. And my coworkers are obsessed. OH, and of course, this.)
Almost brought the exact same setup to Starbucks this morning. God, that would’ve been embarrassing.
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