December 31, 2013
December 30, 2013
And we're still here.
Here's to art, joy, adventure, the highwire, croissants, love, & lots more.
December 29, 2013
Fattest cat in the whole downtown
December 27, 2013
December 26, 2013
December 25, 2013
December 23, 2013
December 22, 2013
WHERE IS HE?
I called half an hour later: have you heard from him?
Oh, he's right here.
Put him on!
December 19, 2013
But random facts do, like knowing that Saturn's rings are up to 99% ice. And thinking about cold things like polar bears, penguins, & ice ribbons.
December 19, 2013
We fling ourselves recklessly into the joy of snow.
December 18, 2013
I've been trying to get them to be responsible about it for years. Sometimes they lie: It's not our responsibility (wrong); no one told us (no one told you you're not two-dimensional? no one told you if you're on a corner you have two sidewalks?) (more…)
December 17, 2013
I mean, I could move to Churchill, Manitoba, or to Buffalo or back to Sioux Falls. New York's got more than snow so I guess it's not the only thing I care about.
That picture's a little underwhelming, isn't it? How come it can snow all day & that's all there is?
December 16, 2013
Eric & Julia Roberts come up as a brother-sister pair, and (more…)
December 15, 2013
December 13, 2013
I am an enquirer into Art! Can I get there through Snow just as much as a naturalist?
December 12, 2013
Update: I finally saw it facing east, & realized t's on top of the New Museum on the Bowery. It is art.
December 11, 2013
December 10, 2013
Angela Thirkell (1890-1961) is explicitly related: Her novels, which she turned out once a year for around 40 years, were set in Trollope's Barsetshire. Her books are light and gently satiric, but literary too: middlebrow. Her grandfather was the Pre-Raphaelite painter Edward Burne-Jones, & she was a first cousin of Rudyard Kipling & (more…)
December 9, 2013
December 8, 2013
Eventually, I began to see that my bicycle gave me equivalent mobility, just in a smaller area.
Now I'm back to wishing I had a car, not that we go anywhere, & the parking and traffic are worse than ever. It's supposed to snow this afternoon. I want this truck, in the snow, festooned with holiday lights. Instead, I'm going home for tea & to read a book. That's just as good, right?
December 6, 2013
Come to think of it, it's probably Dave, because I automatically rename most Steves I know, or the ones I like in any event: One Steve, who I've known since I was 19, is known as Willis (his last name, to be sure). There's a Cookie (he calls me Steve) & a Frankie. It's gotten so (more…)
December 5, 2013
If you're looking for holiday gifts, you can click on the photo caption to go to her site.
She also was a great help last summer by taking me shopping at IKEA in Brooklyn. Thanks to her, Johnny came home from rehab to nice pillows, a down comforter, good drinking glasses—a refurbished home, a home we are happy in.
December 4, 2013
"I don't remember any," she said.
"I'd love to see photos of him as a kid."
"I don't have any," she said.
That was pretty much our only conversation ever. Where could I go from there?
I've only seen a handful of pictures of him from before I knew him. I get a glimpse of the young Johnny when he's with his first wife—he dances and teases in a teenage way that harks to them meeting in the '50s as kids.
I know him now & that will have to be enough.
December 3, 2013
Wednesday Update: Everything was fine in my colon, all 25 feet of it.
December 2, 2013
The second is nothing more & nothing less than the great enjoyment of being together.
Angelica's is a little less than miraculous these days, although a couple of us remember when it was the first & only vegetarian place in the neighborhood. The walnut-lentil paté is still good: "vegetarian chopped liver!" Alisa exclaimed.
The only thing missing was snow, but that's usually missing.
December 1, 2013
One said no, the other beamed Yes!
I taught him the GGoBB® (aka the Great Game of Bingelbumpf™). He loved it, and even contributed an appropriately elaborate new rule, to which (more…)