Thursday, September 30, 2004
Friday On My Mind....
And here's New Dehli's Jama Masjid, literally Friday Mosque, India's largest. Surprisinly, the top attractions in India's capital are all Moslem, simply because the city was never ruled by Hindus until 1948 and independence. It was built by the Moslem Moguls, who ruled until the British came in. I was there in 2001, and saw female Westerners with sheets covering their bare arms and legs. Under the Mosque's portico, I saw sleeping transients woken up with the billy club of a nasty Indian policeman. During my visit, a week before the WTC attack, my hotel was hosting the state's annual gourmet cooking festival, and I set out to eat the slowest, most scrumptious meal of my life, with some success.
And now for some humor, including a cartoon...
Onion 1 - From the Onion Archives of my favorite feature, “What Do YOU Think?
Question 1: “The National Sleep Foundation recently announced that American children are not getting enough sleep. What do you think?”
Answer 1: "It's no surprise. The obese often have trouble sleeping."
Question 2: "Decried as gas-guzzling road hazards, SUVs are also under fire for supporting terrorism by increasing U.S. dependence on Mideast oil. What do you think?”
Answer 2: "Yes, the average U.S. automobile has doubled in weight since 1990, but so has the average U.S. citizen."
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Wednesday, September 29, 2004
"Comparing (Bush's) grandiose promises to his failed record, it's enough to make anyone want to, well, sigh." - Al Gore, in his excellent NYT op-ed piece of today entitled "How To Debate George Bush."
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Hello, Mali...
Pack yer bags. Tired o' my own pictures, we're going to Mali, east of Mauritania.. ...and home to many sacred sites. At left, Bina Shrine on Mali's Bandiagara escarpment.
Cartoons will follow at the very bottom...
Uneventful day. I worked a lot. Dis-assembled and re-assembled my computer for absolutely nothing... Some screws just won't unscrew....
Rite of passage ceremonial site for Dogon boys becoming men:
The Dogon village of Songo, with its reknown mud mosque...
Handy map of Mali:
And finally, les cartoons du jour...
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Tuesday, September 28, 2004
Happy Birthday, Brian!
It's the big day for Bri - on Sep 28 of fall after the summer of love, baby Brian came into this world. Our birthday salute to Bri includes photos taken in Paris, Sweden (the tongue), the Norwegian-Russian border, and that happenin' city, Pasadena.
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Monday, September 27, 2004
Grease In Dubious Formations (Castle Hassle)
Leery Of Lunch: My floor's head honcho had an inspiration last week: offer his co-workers and floormates a White Castle luncheon feast as a morale booster. I think what got boosted the most was Alka Seltzer usage. Uggh.
Mountains of ghastly square burgers with tart relish and a plastic-like texture. Chicken "rings" which I initially mistook for undercooked onion rings, I think this hymn to deep-frying and chicken-reprocessing is what White Castle counts as a "health offering"
Grease-saturated wax paper in corrugated cartons offered us Mozzarella sticks, fish and cheese sandwiches, undercooked french fries... Vive le Salad Bar, baby!
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Sunday, September 26, 2004
What Do All The People Know? : - )
Vanity Fair was thoroughly enjoyable and engaging, I thought. Good plotting, acting, and dialogue, and glorious period recreation - think of it as a two-hour trip to 1820 England, in interesting company. Not bad for a summer movie headlined by a Hollywood starlet. I'm glad I wasn't deterred by mixed reviews, my gut feeling was it's better to aim high (british lit) and fall short of a perfect 10. True, I hadn't read the book, and thus had no pre-existing images in my mind, esp. of heroine Becky Sharp. Reese Witherspoon (pictured here as pregnant Becky) brought a tough-girl, ambitious, somewhat mocking sensibility to the role, and created a convincing character. My friend Pat, an english lit enthusiast, was not disappointed. Now I'd like to see Bright Young Things, the adaptation of Evelyn Waugh's Vile Bodies (title reportedly changed to avoid confusion with horror films!).
This evening I'll post Friday's awful White Castle lunch party at work - the most vile meal I've eaten in ages.
Spanish Sunday / Domingo en Castellano follows, in honor of Andres in Argentina, who was my boyfriend from 1988-1993 and who I'm still very close to. He recently sent me a great poem...
Hoy es domingo, ya van 5 días que es otoño pero todavía parece verano. Hay mucho sol, lastima que tenga que trabajar por lo menos 3-4 horas para ponerme al día con mis proyectos. Anoche vi "Vanity Fair (Feria de las Vanidades)" una película que me gustó mucho a pesar de la crítica mixta que tuvo. Es a base de una novela de principios del siglo 19 y da un cuadro detallado de la sociedad inglesa de este entonces, vista por una governanta pobre que sube los escalones de la sociedad a fuerza de su genio, belleza y osadía. ¿qué mas? entre las fotos que puse esta semana hay una linda postal que Christi me envió de Cozumel donde pasó 10 días con su hija, hermana, y cuñado dedicada a natación, buceo, y la exploración de ruinas indias. David de Míami envió fotos de su entorno, hoy sufre huracán numero cuatro - la peor temporada desde hace 86 años. Pronto, fotos de perros de los cuatro rincones del mundo, aventuras de Doug en Kazakstan, y el almuerzo intragable que dieron en mi oficina el viernes. Hasta pronto, besos - Aaron
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Saturday, September 25, 2004
Panned
Oh dear.... Tonight's movie choice, Vanity Fair, is attracting some pretty nasty reviews, along with the good ones. You can view 20-odd reviews of any movie at a glance by clicking Metacritic's film page. You'll have my review tomorrow. Meanwhile, here's a sampling of the pans. Meow-scratch!
Boston Globe: "She has been made lovable -- and a Vanity Fair with a lovable Becky Sharp has no reason to exist. It's as if Shakespeare had put Hamlet on Prozac: What's the point? "
Salon.com "Scene by scene and moment to moment, it's a woeful misreading of the book."
NYT: "In mixing satire and romance, the movie proves once again that the two are about as compatible as lemon juice and heavy cream."
New York: "The effect is a bit like watching "Gone With the Wind" with a dumpling substituting for Scarlett O’Hara. "
Rolling Stone: "In an effort to blend Thackeray and "Sex and the City," Vanity Fair ends up nowhere. "
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G'mrng.
I'm up, caffeinated, and ready to sally forth. Interesting posts await you this weekend, probably starting later today, after I: stroll. exercise. work. repeat. I'm seeing "Vanity Fair" tonight with my friend Pat.Restaurants with a red-state, red-meat world view: : - )
Cartoon follows...
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Friday, September 24, 2004
Deep Blue Sea
My pal Christi sent this inviting postcard from Cozumel a few weeks back. Her comments follow... "Cozumel ... Really a beautiful place to visit, especially for divers and snorkellers - there's a huge variety of beautiful fish, including those angelfish on the card! Also turtles (large!), manta rays, etc. Those calm blue Gulf waters make for all kinds of great water sports, even just old-fashioned sunning and swimming. The are a few reminders of the Mayans and/or native cultures, including a small structure called El Caracol at the tip of the island. It incorporates conch shells into its walls so that when hurricane winds blow up from the Gulf the conch shells wail, warning the islanders of upcoming storms. Maybe they should build some of those in Florida?"
Thanks, Christi. I am weeks behind in my sleep. Must rest this weekend. And listen to 40 songs by Ani Difranco, who is, among other things, my favorite CEO. : - )
French Fry Day follows cartoons / Apres les desseins suivra vendredi français
Salut, les garçons! Quelle semaine. J'suis a bout de forçes, faut dormir longtemps c'weekend. De bonnes nouvelles - ma soeur peut quitter l'asile geriatrique qu'elle a supporté pendant 3 semaines et rentrer chez soi attendre la chirurgie. Elle en est bien contente. L'infection s'en va peu a peu, apres ça on pourra l'operer. Quoi encore? Jeudi j'ai eu un rendez-vous avec ce mec que j'ai connu sur AOL, on a bu un verre au restau thailandais du coin, mais il ne m'interessait pas du tout. Faut prendre beaucoup de verres avec des grenouilles pour trouver un prince, je suppose. Christi m'a envoyé une jolie carte postale de Cozumel, ou elle est allé passer 10 jours. Elle a fait du snorkelling pour voir les poisson rouges. Ensuite, des ruines maya. Grosses bises de NY. - Aaron
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Thursday, September 23, 2004
Memories Of Chair-Man Mao
This is Mao's country house, now a museum. Y'all drop by anytime you're in Wuhan, China... : - ) We didn't expect to be there, either, but rather floating down the lovely, atmospheric Yangtze river.. But heavy flooding docked our boat, and we had to travel by bus through the farms of Hubei province to Wuhan, the provincial capital. Hubei means 'north of the lake', and Hunan, 'south of the lake.' I freaked my Mom out a little by slipping under the velvet rope in the conference hall of Mao's vacation home (pictured below.) Nothing happened, of course. Which means it's safer than NY's High Line. : - ) The cool and charming lady in the chairman's chair is Liz Allcott, with whose family my Mom and I toured China in August 2002. Liz hails from Oregon, and, being 19, was able to confirm to me that hip hop has indeed replaced rock as the primary music of young people of today : - )
Cartoons!
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Wednesday, September 22, 2004
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Go South, Young Man...
Dialogue Of The Day:
Burt Lancaster: "Why did you bolt your cabin door last night?"
Eva Bartok: "If you knew it was bolted, you must have tried it. If you tried it, you know why it was bolted." : - )
Ridiculous Invention Of The Day:
Musical Baby Diaper Alarm. Three women from France marketed this to moms in 1985. It's a padded electronic napkin that goes inside a baby's daper. When it gets wet, it plays "When The Saints Go Marching In..."
Pictured left: Pastel façade from Miami, snapped by my friend David. Pretty, huh? Below is his day view. One more reason to tolerate category 4 hurricanes.. : -)
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Tuesday, September 21, 2004
ones that you've never seen
so say goodbye to green...
'cause here it comes in incredible yellow,
and edible orange...
and you can just get on down
to the feel good hit of the fall..."
- !!!, "Feel Good Hit Of The Fall", 2002
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(Reach Up For The) Sunrise
Sleepy. Yesterday sped by quickly. Feeling more energized at work. I am slowly watching Dogville, the 3-hour allegorical movie Lars Von Trier shot on a bare soundstage last year, with a highly talented cast in fine form. I'm bracing myself for Von Trier's usual emotional punch in the stomach, but so far, so excellent.
At right, some painting I downloaded from God knows where. : - )
humor, Maestro, please...
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Monday, September 20, 2004
"Humor is emotional chaos observed in tranquility" - James Thurber (actually he said 'remembered' but I think 'observed' is more on target)
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Take Me To The River...
Don't bathe me in these waters : - ) But how prettily they shimmered yesterday under the resplendent pre-autumnal sun. I took my bad self to Hudson River Park, Greenwich Village section, to a long pier, with a lawn and benches, jutting a hundred feet over the river and ringed by chrome railing (see picture below). From the far end, I could see, gleaming in the distance: the towers of Jersey City, lady Liberty, and the Verrazano bridge, which has the thankless task of uniting Brooklyn and Staten Island. Later, I thought I saw a friend there, sleeping shirtless on the grass, peaceful, oblivious to the pigeons pecking at his torn jeans. Turned out later that I was mistaken.
A nice, quiet, very musical weekend (my new Nomad Jukebox kicks major hind quarters! what an improvement! goodbye to you, Archos.) A sunny weekend, a social weekend, a reflective weekend. Summer's last. The 6:50pm sunset drove that home, as shadows covered the canyons of Manhattan around five-ish and the wind blew cooler.
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Sunday, September 19, 2004
Ashley works at the Brooklyn Historical Society in Brooklyn Museum. I should go to their evening beer garden exhibit, Fridays this month only.
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Saturday, September 18, 2004
A Bicycle Built For Eight...
With the pedallers in a circle, like spokes! Last night, met two of my newer friends for a scrumptious meal at Pam Thai on 49th and 9th, followed by a humid evening stroll through the Great White Way/Restaurant Row, where we saw the bicycle revellers. And on 42nd St! Looked kind of scary, but also fun... If only I'd had a camera. I can't even find a picture of these contraptions on line. I don't even know what they're called. I searched under 'multi-seat bicycles,' 'novelty bicycles' etc. My friends said they'd seen these in Central Park before.
Here's a postcard from the Queens Library Collection: "In the 1890s, the bicycle craze swept the country. The new safety bicycle, with two wheels of the same size, replaced the big-wheeled velocipede, which was difficult to master. By the turn of the century, men and women had formed dozens of cycling clubs across the City. Wheelmen—and women—anxious to tour the countryside around the City pushed local governments for better roads long before the automobile age. "
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Friday, September 17, 2004
Want To See A Really Good Movie?
"We Don't Live Here Any More," a tale of infidelity and two marriages in trouble, offers complex characters, emotional truth, sharp observation, compelling acting, and deft directing. One-line summary: guy cheating with best friend's wife as both relationships hit the breaking point. Four amazing actors bring the two couples intensely to life and leave indelible impressions. These actors' credits are practically a compendium of this decade's most distinctive drama: Mark Ruffallo of "You Can Count On Me" and "Eternal Sunshine," Naomi Watts of "Mulholland Drive" and "21 Grams," Peter Krause, the emotional center of "Six Feet Under," and Laura Dern, whose slightly older masterpieces include "Rambling Rose" and "Blue Velvet." This unusual and interesting film was aptly described by NY Times as "an uncomfortable four-way game of envy, longing, and dissatisfaction."
French Fri-Days / Vendredi Français - after the cartoons - aprés les desseins
Happy Weekend, everybody!
weekly summary, en français, pour mes amis de la ville lumière:
Cette semaine j'ai eu mon jour aux tribunaux! Apres avoir attendu deux heures sur le trottoir devant la porte, on m'a conduit a la salle de justice, ou j'ai regardé un melange personne de different races et classes sociales. La moitie était lá accusés de petits delits, vol de marchandise chez Daffys, par exemple; l'autre moitié se trouvait lá a cause d'infractions civiles qui ne sont guere des crimes - jetter des ordures sur la route, faire la bicyclette sur le trottoir, faire du bruit insupportable a 3 heures du matin. Bref, la juge a regardé mon dossier et a dit a l'avocat que l'état m'avait fourni: 'ce dossier est annulé. le prochain, s.v.p.!' Donc issu de cette aventure, pas d'amende, pas de service communautaire, meme pas de dossier. Comme si ça ne s'était jamais passée. Ma vie en rose.... / Mardi j'suis allé avec Thomas (qui part ce soir pour San Francisco) á Irving Plaza voir 'Snow Patrol', qui font du rock intelligent et subtile a la Coldplay ou U2 et habitent Belfast. Ils étaient très sympa, l'humour modeste de l'irlandais de province. Leur tube 'Run' est une balade qui fair venir une tourbillon d'emotion, qui se deploie peu a peu... / Hier soir j'ai travaillé jusqu'aux 11h / Ce weekend, diner avec des copains de Denis et Chrisitian ce soir, diner avec Bart a Park Slope demain, des films, du dodo. A bientôt, j'espère..
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Thursday, September 16, 2004
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The Great Beyond?
Or The 'Just OK' Beyond?
You can skip this paragraph if you have no interest in "Six Feet Under." I just watched the final ephisode (spelling intentional) of season 4. SFU is my favorite TV show in 25 years and the first since the 70s I have watched real-time. How did we feel about this season? I'm still digesting it - the show is still very good, but there were fewer amazing moments of emotional truth. The season was not well received critically. A few of the plot twists were hard to believe, including Keith's closety attitude as a bodyguard (he was out as a cop), Brenda's lightning transformation into a stable person and budding therapist, and, most of all, the bit about Lisa's brother-in-law. Do we think he killed Lisa? Why did he kill himself? The acting was astonishing, but it was still so bizarre I thought it was going to be a dream sequence. And why was the daughter Micaela upset before Nate arrived? And why would she have the photo, and send it to David... If you have any thoughts on this, please share them with me! And here's a great article on the topic.
Now, chuckle your head off...:
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Wednesday, September 15, 2004
Even If You Cannot Hear My Voice...
... I'll be right beside you, dear... Such are the heartfelt and tuneful sentiments of Northern Ireland's Snow Patrol, who Thomas and I had the pleasure to catch at Irving Plaza last night. With low key Irish charm and earnest self-deprecating humor, Snow Patrol are somewhere between Coldplay meaningful and arena-rock identification and catharsis. Their "cigarette lighter" song is the heart-tugging ballad "Run," so, on giddy impluse, while taxi-ing back home to pick up the tickets I'd forgotten (!), I ducked into a bodega and picked up two cigarette lighters. The first time this non-smoking boy has ever made such a purchase... But "Run" elicited more arm-waving and sing-along than butane combustion, despite its chorus of "Light up, light up / as if you have a choice."
"This case is dismissed" With these words, the Honorable Eileen Koretz (pictured left at her law school reunion) closed the chapter of my High Line mishap of July 17, when a federal agent gave me a summons for trespassing on the former abandoned railroad and, hopefully, future elevated park. I arrived 9:30am sharp at the Midtown Community Court on W 54th in between 8th and 9th, 31 blocks due north of my home. The court shares a building with an off-broadway theatre company, drably painted in what Tom Wolfe described as 'good-enough-for-government green.' I waited on line to check in, was sent back to the street 'until they had room,' and waited for 90 minutes with New Yorkers from other walks of life.
White professionals were a minority of one, but the rainbow of ethnicity around me (which actually does include an 'Aaron Holsberg' come to think of it) was very mellow. Real people with real families facing life's real frustrations. I listened to the "Superfly" soundtrack on my mp3 player, but its perfectly captured urban desolation didn't jive with the 2004 urban types around me, who are no strangers to cell phones or cable television. I was called in, frisked, sent in to the inner sanctum on the conveyor belt of justice. My fear kicked in as I realized that some of my fellow defendents were there for shoplifting and possibly faced 30 days in jail, which for my delicate person is exactly 30 days too many. I saw several defendents face the judge, and, despite poor acoustics, I saw that some people went free, others got community service, and a few petty thieves did win a trip to Rikers or somewhere. I realized then that I'd have to stand before the judge and a bunch of court types and guards.
But then I noticed half the people were there for such minor offenses as littering, riding a bicycle on a sidewalk, and I knew it would be OK. A middle-aged spiffy Jewish-looking man called my name - he was my court-appointed lawyer. He basically said the trespassing charge would be dismissed pending 6 months of staying out of trouble, and that I'd get off with a 20 minute lecture. My name appeared on the closed-circuit TV as I was called to the defendent's table, but my lawyer went and talked to the judge - I heard the words 'photography' and 'hobby' - and she said 'this case is dismissed.' No fine, no lecture, no record, no informing my employer or the SEC that this Series-7-holder stood briefly accused of a misdemeanor. Now, I can go back to being the boy scout you all know and love. Peace, man. : - )
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Tuesday, September 14, 2004
Aaron Faces The Music...
Today I face the music both figuratively and literally. At left, my summons to appear in criminal court (!) for my recent escapade trespassing on the High Line (see my July 18 post), that great defunct elevated railroad that will probably become an elevated park within this decade.
I must show contrition. I must not only say, but exude, just how sorry I am, and how clueless I was, climbing up there just to take pretty pictures... I must not, under any circumstances, try to photograph the court proceedings for this blog. If I am a good boy, I'll get off with a fine, and will be feeling fine ten hours later as I....
...see Snow Patrol at Irving Plaza with my pal and fellow music fan Thomas. Snow Patrol, hailing from Northern Ireland, make pretty progressive music, like a slightly more pop Coldplay. They have a good site. They will be prominently featured on my Autumn Mix CDs, which are completed and will be shipping shortly!
Cartoons Du Jour
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Monday, September 13, 2004
Once Around The Block - Part One
Wow! Did Hurricane Frances reach Chelsea last Sunday while I was sleeping? : - ) Lately I've been hitting the street practically right out of bed on weekends, soaking up the morning sun with a latte, my mp3 player, stubble, and slept-on poindexter-type hair formations. The streets are nearly empty at 9am on Sunday morning... Some of neighbors are probably still dancing somewhere, or worse... : - ) I'm a blue-state boy, and the outpouring of anti-Bush creativity here warms the cockles of my heart (see photo below). I wonder how Bill Clinton's cockles are.. probably clogged. no more steamers, movie popcorn...
For some unexplained reason, somebody affixed a cooked ham to the posts of a local church gate. Atavistic ritual sacrifice? Abandoned leftovers? You be the judge! Note the flies on the smaller slice. Yuck.
Now this is Wicked:
Grim Reaper Humor:
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Sunday, September 12, 2004
Don't Wanna Be An American Idiot...
At left, Towers Of Light, two blue beams into the sky commemorating the third anniversary of TDTCAF. (yes, TDTCAF! e-mail me if you don't get it.). I could see these beams last night from 23rd & 8th but could not capture them with my mid-line digicamera, so I took this photo from gothamist.com. As for "American Idiot," that's my new theme song, courtesy of Green Day. No offense meant to TDTCAF's victims, many of whom would certainly be appalled by the current administration. Anyway, some wonderful idiotlyrics follow today's cartoons...
HumorRama:
American Idiot:
Don't want to be an American idiot.
Don't want a nation under the new media.
And can you hear the sound of hysteria?
The subliminal mindfuck America.
Welcome to a new kind of tension.
All across the alien nation.
Everything isn't meant to be okay.
Television dreams of tomorrow.
We're not the ones who're meant to follow.
Well that's enough to argue.
Well maybe I'm the faggot America.
I'm not a part of a redneck agenda.
Now everybody do the propaganda.
And sing along in the age of paranoia.
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Saturday, September 11, 2004
Scissor Sisters Homecoming Hits A New High
Amazingly talented and charismatic to begin with, the Scissor Five just get better. And more energized, in their playing, signing, and bonding with their foot-stomping, arm-waving, mostly gay audience. Their charm is being ironic, quirky, and fabulous but also heartfelt, sincere, and sweet. They never do the same concert twice. Back in their beloved New York for the third time over year on the road, European superstars but still a growing cult band here, they were rightfully greeted as homecoming heroes. After one song I just put away the camera - we just wanted to bop and dance, and that we did...
It was hard to get an unblocked, still picture. This one at least gives you an idea what guitarist/producer BabyDaddy and frontman Jake Shears look like, and how they connect.
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Friday, September 10, 2004
The Ferd Rocks The House!
Wow-ee! energy blast! electric musical moments! Franz Ferdinand kicked major posterior at Roseland last night (pictured right). A highly kinetic display of charimsa, sharp playing, formidable songwriting, and fey-scotch-art-student-chic. Five hundred spectators became one surging, bopping, singing, saluting mass as FRF dazzled with their instant classics, 'Take Me Out,''Matinee,' 'Tell Her Tonight,' and, best of all, their homoerotic ode to the pleasures of dancing closely with 'Michael.' Shimmering multicolored lights bathed FRF and its warm-up bands, which were: the Futureheads with by-the-numbers guitar new-wave with a-capella overtones, and the Delays, two 'right on time' sets of british brothers with intriguing melodies and arrangements, crowned by impossibly beautiful and high-pitched lead vocals and good playing.More concert pictures to come. Up tonight: Scissor Sisters, the gay pop sensation that's rocking the nation. This will be the third time this summer I've seen them with Thomas, this time, at Irving Plaza.
Pardon My French / Pour Mes Amis Français
Found in Translation, for my friends Denis & Christian: La-haut: Franz Ferdinand, les rockers écossais qu'on a vus hier soir a Roseland. Ils ont fait sensation, avec leur energie, performance brilliante, et leur air étudiant d'art de sexualité floue. Leur tubes ont fait sauter, crier, et suer les 500 spectateurs. Jeudi j'ai été trempé jusqu'a la moelle, voyez la photo prise par un collegue - c'était notre tour a faire face a la terrible Frances qui a démoli la Floride. Des pommes artistiques en plastique sont apparu un peu partout a Manhattan, j'ai mis des photos mercredi. Mardi, j'ai racconté ma visite au siege temporaire du Musee d'Art Moderne a Queens, pour voir l'expo des nouveaux gratte-ciel formidables qu'on construit en ce moment.
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Thursday, September 09, 2004
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Wash In The Rain...
Music tonight! Music tomorrow night! I'm seeing back-to-back live shows with Thomas. First up: Franz Ferdinand at Roseland tonight. Spearheading the "new new wave" movement, FRF just walked off with the UK's Mercury Prize for album of the year... Their instant classic song is "Take Me Out," which totally surprises you with novel structure and hooks as it unfolds in a compact 3 minutes.
Here I am, literally all wet! Taken by a co-worker after I arrived at work after braving sheets of rain for half a mile when the downpour brought my subway line to a screeching halt...
Cartoon corner: the Canine-American single scene.. : - )
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Wednesday, September 08, 2004
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Apples Are The New Cows
One recent morning I noticed there was a giant apple in front of the Starbucks in the lobby of my building... ...and a few feet away, another mammoth apple, with an "I Love New York" logo, seemed to befuddle a local bag person (see below)... I quickly realized that this was no coincidence. Similar to the Cow Parade competition of years past, painted apple sculptures were popping up everywhere like, well, apple trees...
With a little luck, today might be foot surgery day for my sister, marking the end of two weeks of waiting in a nursing home and the beginning, I hope, of her road to recovery... Crossing our fingers here.
Spotted these two apples while walking near Lincoln Center with Pat Stumpp on Saturday:
Wolverine Humor:
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Tuesday, September 07, 2004
Future-Rama
File Under: "Why didn't I do this sooner?" I finally visited MOMA QNS, Museum of Modern Art's temporary digs in Queens on Labor Day Monday. At Thomas' wise suggestion, I feasted by senses on the banquet of visionary skyscrapter architecture in models and computer-generated images that is "Tall Buildings." Featured are 25 mammoth buildings, both finished, underway, and shelved. If you're in or near NYC, don't miss this - it closes Sept 27. MOMA QNS is in Sunnyside, and is easier to get to from Chelsea than the Met at 81st & 5th - literally 25 minutes door to door, via the 1 and the 7. See it!
This is Shanghai's Pagoda-like Jin Mao tower, 1350 feet and 88 stories, with pagoda-like structure and motifs in octagonal sweep. I saw this building close up while touring there with my Mom in August 2002.
And this is Beijing's future Central Chinese Television Tower, recently designed with projected completion in 2008. It's a novel continuous loop of a structure, with a central cavity. The concept is one of permanent interconnection, 'to promote solidarity rather than isolation, collaboration instead of opposition.' I like it.
For your amusement:
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Monday, September 06, 2004
Leaving New York's Never Easy...
... I Saw The Light Fading Out...
In late July I happened upon the "Corporate Challenge," a mini-run sponsored by my ex-employer JPMorganChase. Here's the "turning point" where the runners turned back. Years ago, in Boston, I saw a similar group of runners in the distance. I momentarily thought that they were running from something, such as a swarm of bees making scissors and hypo needle formations, just like in those saturday morning cartoons we used to watch...
It was nowhere near as bad as being trapped in one's apartment by missing door keys, but I was still somewhat perplexed to find my Metrocard stuck to my key chain... What a conundrum! Cut the card? Struggle to wedge it through the thin metal crevice? Happily it came loose of its own accord...
I saw another great movie yesterday, "We Don't Live Here Any More," an unflichingly complex and emotionally honest tale of two marriages in crisis. Full report shortly. Today, I hope to haul my butt to the Museum Of Modern Art's temporary residence in Queens. I'd better hurry - it closes in three hours...
Some humor for you:
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Sunday, September 05, 2004
French Adrenalin -- Adrenaline Français
Red Light Green Light 1,2,3... What a movie! "Red Lights", hailing from France, is an utterly gripping thriller, a witty, observant character study, and a subtle puzzle. It literally puts you in the passenger seat for some of the most harrowing - and fascinating - reckless driving ever filmed on a European highway. At its center are a marital crisis, an escaped convict, and the vagaries of French transportation... See it. (For Christian: Quel film! "Feux Rouges" melange plusieurs genres avec success: le thriller, l'etude de character très observatrice, et la devinette. ça te fait vivre la randonée la plus fascinante et terrifiante jamais filmée sur une autoroute europeéne. Il s'agit d'un couple en crise et les hasards des transports français. va le voir!)
Pat Stumpp and I dined at Shun Lee Palace before the movie - this elegant eatery serves modest portions of exquisitely prepared and presented gourmet Chinese creations in a classy salon of mahogany panels and paper dragon lamps. At right: fish sculpted in carrots and other vegetables, left over from a glorious battered spiced shrimp dish. (For Christian: Avant le cinoche, on a boufée a la chinoise trois etoiles. Lá tout est préparé et présenté avec panache, dans un salon de chinoiserie elegante.)
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Saturday, September 04, 2004
It's Gonna Be A Lovely Day
And I feel fine... Not reading about politics sure frees up a lot of time. I started a movie. it's 10am, and off I go, out into the sun, feeling younger and more alive than in a long time. Nice to have my city back. and my shoulders... : - ) At left, an aerial view of Provincetown, which is the tippy tip of Cape Cod (its foreskin?), where I was lucky enough to spend last weekend. Below, a close up of Provincetown harbor and environs...
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Friday, September 03, 2004
Because I Can...
This poster ad, near 52nd and Park, tells passers-by that "if you think fun always requires money, think bubble wrap." It's part of Citigroup's "live richly" campaign, stressing that life means more than money, so let them take care of your money, or something like that...
The poster looked slightly worn... or was it.. could it be.. made of bubble wrap?
So I went to investigate, and lo and behold..
pop, pop, diddley-opp, it IS made of bubble wrap. hehe. ah, the things that amuse me...
toon of car...
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Thursday, September 02, 2004
My Vow
I swear, I do... ..that I am not going to spend the next 9 weeks reading every single election-related article, on-line and off... ... but that instead...
I hereby commit to watch, and share with you my impressions thereof, two films per week, every week, until November 2. I promise in these coming weeks to check in on my friends often, and to go to the park, museums, and several galleries regularly. I also take the vow of walking down by the river-side.., of feeding the pigeons, of smiling at, at least, one old person per day.
My election reading will be strictly limited to Sunday am in between the hours of 10 and noon.
In the meantime, hava nagila.. (that's Yiddish for 'the lizard's on the house')...
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Wednesday, September 01, 2004
I Miss Provincetown!
Hello friends. I'm oatmeal this morning - I worked 15 hours yesterday on the 34th floor of 399 Park, locked away again on that deal again (see my blog entries of July 20-21). Also, more bad news for my sister Deena (pictured left 1966), she's looking at several foot operations and probably some disability, and waiting to hear if she still has a job...
To cheer us all up, Aaron's instant humor: from the annals of The Onion, my favorite feature, “What Do YOU Think?
Question: “Last week, China threatened to execute individuals who knowingly spread the SARS virus. What do you think?”
Answer 1: "People with SARS should not be ostracized. Many people with SARS live happy, productive lives for three days before their lungs fall into their underpants."
Answer 2: "I've always said the Chinese don't know how to handle a crisis. Have you ever seen their fire drills?"
Answer 3: "SARS has a 90 percent survival rate. That's a higher survival rate than the one for just living in China."
Answer 4: "Finally, they've hit on a workable method of population control."
Answer 5: "We shouldn't be critical. It's an old Chinese custom to shoot people for no good reason."
Answer 6: "We should let the World Health Organization do the executing. They never get to do the fun stuff."
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