Life as it unfolds with all its surprises….
..come to the fun park. Only fair to give you the valley view after the mountain top. Met with an agent – who shall remain nameless to protect me – who all but said, “what are you thinking?!”. There was nothing about my person, my picture, my work, my age, my make-up that she liked. Nothing. She all but handed me the pistol. Until I was on my way out the door and she said, “I like your name a lot”.
This small square for public art is the ruth wittenburg triangle, about the size of a postage stamp surrounded by 5 intersections. Last displayed here was the tulip. Now these dogs with cameras created by the Australian artists Gillie & Marc Art {real names?] Represents the pack nature of the paparazzi.
Each time, the fact that as a citizen I have a vote is an awesome realization. Going to the polls – in my district in the City – in a school and seeing all the various faces that make up this populous brings an emotional welling to my throat. This morning I stood next to one of my neighbors. How coincidental is that. I just want to linger, inside and out and soak it all up. The volunteers of all colors and shapes who make certain that it works within the system. The volunteers of all colors and shapes who make certain that my vote counts. What an achievement this single act of citizenship is.
i did not get a sticker to display on my lapel that I had voted. By 11 am they were long gone as there had been such a turnout already to vote. YES!
By the time you read this. I hope to be celebrating!
It is the first week of November and the City temperature is 67 degrees F. You “Do the Math”
After the theatre last night, came upon these two in a cart outside the door of a building where work was taking place at 10:30 pm. I see faces.
Of course when driving, I see a singing face in a yield sign.
If you have arrived in the City by train, you have arrived at Pennsylvania Station. An awful entry for anyone to experience. It feels as if it is always soiled, underground and confusing. There is no outside light source of any kind. It is the Amtrak station. So unlike Grand Central Terminal where the MTA trains run which is more light filled [although a good bit was lost when the surrounding skyscrapers were built], spacious and inviting. What happened to the beautiful building that was Penn Station was that it was knocked down to make way for the ugly Madison Square Garden. All of the entities are privately owned, so they can indeed do what they wish. They did. But the eyesore has finally begun to wear on the Cityscape and now there is a new drawing to strip the sides off of the Garden, fill them with glass and remake the Station a light filled place. The link below is from Curbed. The drawings are inspiring!. A rather hefty price tag, but here’s hoping!!
http://ny.curbed.com/2016/10/12/13259898/penn-station-kimmelman-vishaan-twitter-chat
There I stood, on the sidewalk in Chinatown, stopped to adjust my coat. The sun was shinning and I wasn’t feeling my usual persona of ‘missionary lady’. A man of a few years younger than I, stops about 5 feet in front of me. and gives me a verbal compliment on what i was wearing. I look at him surprised. He repeats it. In my surprised appreciation, I say ‘thank you’. He comes up to my side and asks ‘May I take you to dinner this evening’. I look at him not sure I heard him correctly, and say, ‘I’m sorry? What did you say?’. And he repeats it. I say, ‘Sorry, I have a previous commitment, but thank you.”. ‘Well’, he says, ‘if anything changes, keep me in mind’. Now you know none of this was ‘for real’ but I have to say, it was a lovely, unexpected moment. A while later, another man did something equally as charming. Maybe the second was a result of the first. Or maybe both were due to the crazy socks I had on.
Can only relate what it means to me, to be the one person in the audition/class of 12 where the casting director says, ‘that was it’. but do again for fun.
http://www.yourdailydish.com/staten-island-artists-ferry-disaster-hoax-fools-tourists/
