We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
Memo to file: Do not drive to Manhattan on the day of the New York Marathon. You can't get there from north and, if you do get there, you cannot get out. Here's the Marathon map.
We had an urge to see the Lod Mosaic and the Miro show at the Met today. Just a quick visit, in and out - but it seemed like every highway entrance and exit was closed, with extensive, traffic-jammed detours all around the periphery of the running route.
45,000 mostly out-of-town runners, with family and supporters on the sidewalks, and all the relevant bridges and roads and cross-streets closed, it's a miracle we got home.
We managed to get to the museum by parking 15 blocks away. I think I could have gotten home faster running than driving. I need a Manhattan pied a terre badly, but the government hasn't given me one, yet.
For all the hassle sometimes, and corny as it sounds, I really do love New York. Vitality, variety - all that. It's stimulating to me, just walking around and looking at stuff. Woods and meadows rarely surprise me, because I seem to know them so well. Humans - their works and antics - always surprise me.
I am not blessed with superior brainpower, but I believe I was blessed with a capacity to be enchanted by the details of life.
The Roman mosaic was good to see in person - the teeth of the fish are cool - and the Miro show was fascinating. Miro is always fascinating to me. I don't think of his stuff as surrealism, but instead as just plain hallucinatory. Completely strange, like an acid trip. His work always goes "Ding," Boing," "Snap," "Whirrrrr," "Wheeee," "Pop!" to me. Auditory, synesthetic.
The small show was about his short series of paintings called Dutch Interiors, based on old Dutch images and paintings which he transformed through what he termed his "tragicomic" method.
The show moved from the Rijksmuseum to New York last month. Here's one of the pictures from the show:
I took some random pics, as usual.
I have been told that Grace's Marketplace on 3rd Ave. is the best place to buy cheese in NYC. They generally offer 220+ varieties. Some folks prefer Citarella's, which has a location a few blocks away from Grace's on Third Ave. Better prices, but I know that fancy chefs get their cheeses at Gracie's.
A few more of my lousy NYC pics from today, below:
Hey, many years ago when the rocks were young I qualified in the New York Marathon for the Boston Marathon. I have VERY fond memories of the New York Marathon. But these days, it's a circus (and my knees are shot--yes, we are a self-destructive lot, running on concrete). You have to go in a lottery to have a chance at running, tho if you are on a team raising money for a good cause, you have a better chance.
The Lod mosaic was cool, but smaller than I expected after all the build up.
At least runners are better than bicyclists: they aren't quite as much of a hazard on the roads. NO, BD, don't say it; "don't even make a dent in my car!"
The ONLY reasonable way in and out of NYC when there are major events happening is by train or bus. Sniff out the situation, Bird Dog, and never again be a Big Dope by driving in when stuff is going on. Don't drive in when they are running the marathon, or parading Gays or Puerto Ricans and such like, Macy's Thanksgiving parade, Fools Friday (the friday after Thanksgiving when 2/3s or whackjobs in the nation go shopping, the tree lighting, visits by POTUS or assorted hero-commies, St Pattie's day, fireworks, World Series or SuperBowl tickertape thingies down the Canyon of Heros, etc.
It happens. My comment was based on painful experience. I've been shut the car off and wait it out type wedged by both Gay Pride and Some Variety of Latino parades. I've also been badly wedged over there with friends who, while we all knew it was not a day to drive in, insisted that they knew how to move around the streets and trains are too slow and dirty. I'll never fall for that tripe again.
Do plan your schedule if you travel by train. It isn't any more fun or interesting to sit at some train station for an hour 'cause you didn't plan your exit properly. I learned that through experience and the memory of The Look I received from My Better Two-Thirds has seared it into my memory. Won't make that mistake again either. Know which trains you want to take. Go for the express when possible.
My brother, age 49, was just diagnosed with an arthritic hip and the doc says he will eventually need replacement surgery.
The doc says it was caused by cross country running in HS.
I emailed this post to my significant other in California as she likes NYC (I have never been there). Anyway, she recognized most of the places in BD's photos. She has patronized the deli in the photo but describes it as just 'OK". I told her that if BD eats there it must be pretty good.