Marble Cemetery looking towards 3rd St, 8 a.m. today. I don't know that I've ever seen it so green. Every spring, the magnolia tree blossoms briefly & I wonder how many more times I'll see it.
Carolyn Maloney is my long-time Representative. She is effective, excellent on guns, healthcare, women's issues (& more), hard-working. Really one of the best people in Congress. She has a potential opponent in the next primary. Not terrible, but absolutely not an improvement. Ditto for my beloved Jerry Nadler, who was my Rep till they moved the lines—he's the most liberal Congress member & someone is challenging him too, claiming to be more "progressive."
Why spend time & money opposing someone good, rather than run for an office they might be able to win (Maloney & Nadler regularly win with 80-90% of the vote) &/or where the incumbent isn't so great.
Since tRump & AOC do people assume that they are qualified for/deserve any office they want? Why are Beto, Stacey Abrams, Hickenlooper, even Steve Bullock who I think so highly of, (et al) running for prez when they potentially COULD be elected to the Senate? Why did Cynthia Nixon run for gov when she could have won a city council or state senate race? Examples abound! Can anyone put party over ego?
Even with his eye bandaged & feeling beat, he looks so good.
It was cataract surgery, which is not that big a deal, but when he was later than expected I figured they'd dropped a scalpel into his eye & he was dead. He suffers, but I worry & suffer, which makes it harder on me.
You can't use up creativity. The more you use, the more you have.
~ Maya Angelou
One of the qualities of liberty is that, as long as it is being striven after, it goes on expanding.
~ Henrik Ibsen
These are kind of the same quote, right? And somewhere a physicist is saying that the universe makes room for the stars... & psychiatrists, martial arts instructors, rabbis—they all have a version of this too, I bet.
This is what makes me love my city: First came a party in an apartment with incredible views of the West Village & beyond, with food made by friends, a poet and his Ethiopian wife. The food is great but the best part is their warmth, how much they love hosting, & the array of friends from young to old, artists and who-knows-what who relish this annual invite. On the way home, I came upon people singing opera atop a piano, dozens of people gathered round. A balmy late spring night, feeling safe & stimulated in my beautiful town.
I think about the kind of person I would be if I owned something like these. Different from Day 1, is all I can say.
These were at the Swedish Institute in Minneapolis.
You can see this building from my corner & it always looks peculiar, like a narrow & high bridge, or 2 buildings connected across the top. We walked east all the way to the river trying to figure it out. Couldn't. Maggie took a picture from quite a bit farther south but makes it look entirely different—that strip in the middle replaced by several buildings of different heights. There's nothing unusual about it, & I don't think it's supposd to be an architectural puzzle, but it's managed to have that effect, on me at least. But wait, according to EV Grieve, it IS two towers and is going to look like stacked sugar cubes, as it is on the site of the Domino Sugar factory.
This was, overall, my favorite work of Linda's, which I saw at her open studio. More color than I remember, that's part of it, & I like paintings of fish more than reefs made of plastic netting found in the sea. This work integrates her love of & concern for oceans.
Her studio is in an old school building on Rivington filled with artists, theater & (I think) community groups. How great to have such high ceilings & a view.
I’d only had a copy for so long that I’d forgotten what this wonderful shade, painted by Tim Milk, really looked like. It was nice to feel Ted in the room & of course nice to see Johnny with his big laugh, enjoying himself with Joe Carey & his girlfriend Stacy (who shares my birthday AND has many other wonderful qualities).
What would your good do if evil didn't exist, and what would earth look like if all the shadows disappeared?
~ Mikhael Bulgakov
My favorite quality in literature is that of being mysterious—you can't pull it apart & aha a final meaning.