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.
Armchair art lovers, you don't need Bird Dog's notes anymore to visit the Metropolitan Museum of Art (the Met) in New York. Plus, you'll save airfare, high hotel and meal costs, cab drivers who cuss at you in some tongue while smiling, stepping over winos, and other joys of visiting New York.
The Met's website is a free ticket to its entire collection of over 340,000 objects, including those in storage that onsite paid ticket buyers don't get to see. It's easy to navigate by various criteria, periods or locations, and each photo is accompanied by an interesting explanation of the piece, its history, context, and so forth. The search engine is also easy and will take you anywhere in the Met's vast collections, without having to get out of your jammies or put on shoes. Plus there are guided tours and videos of Met experts on diverse subjects and on their own artistic passions.
Let's take for example the unicorn from the Unicorn Tapestries at the Met's Cloisters, miles uptown in Fort Tryon -- a seedier part of town -- that Bird Dog posted about today. Here's the Met's website page for that. See for yourself what its about and compare to what you didn't learn from Bird Dog.
Have at it. Occupy The Met and throw off the yoke of the capitalist-running-Bird Dog. Non-Bird Dogs of the world, Unite!
Just got home from yet another trip to NYC today, after church. Twice in one weekend.
I cannot tell you how wonderful the city is these days. Pure delight, just plain wonderful if only to walk around (we had theater tix and dinner reservations with friends).
Manhattan is Young! The people are beautiful, busy, energetic, smart. I think all the people we saw on Broadway were oblivious to the OWS losers.
Hassidim were everywhere, it being Purim, carrying palms and citrons, etc. They ask you whether you are Jewish, but they asked my friend (who is) and not me (who isn't). He said it's because I do not have a Jewish physiognomy. I told him Well, I do belong to a Jewish cult, Christianity.
Guffah from Jewish former New Yorker in San Diego: It's not Purim but Sukkot, the Festival of the Tabernacles or Booths, the weeklong sharing of the lot of the Iraelites during the Exodus in the desert by sleeping and eating in fragile mobile dwellings. If you'd asked, you'd know. The Lulav is a palm frond, and the Etrog a large lemon-like Citron, both ordered in Leviticus 23:40 to be taken and "Be joyous in the presence of Hashem your God for seven days."
Bird Dog, get thee to your Bible and be joyous.