The new Berrigan kitten, who gives herself over to petting like you wouldn't believe. She might be even sweeter than Buster, who is getting a patina of cranky age (like me). She's a hypo-allergenic breed, I forget what kind. She's much tinier than you would think from this picture & much less fierce.
Scratch a pessimist and find often a defender of privilege.
~ William Beveridge (1879-1963) Read More
A stabbing in last month's snow?
Or a mom helping up her sliding child?
In case you think the skies are always overcast in New York City, this is a photo taken a day or 2 ago across from the Flatiron Building, looking north. It's stunning how much life and nature we get here. Skies as big as Montana & all the glory of human brilliance. Some sign that people don't totally regret life.
Walked out of the Basquiat show yesterday & immediately saw this—something I've walked by a zillion times. Everything is art after absorbing the world through his eyes.
My friend the wonderful artist Dot popped up with tickets to the Basquiat show, right around the corner from me. Cool building. Why didn't I marry Walter De Maria when he was living near me for 30 years, dang it. The Basquiats are pretty great—much better in person than in reproductions, which isn't always the case, or maybe that's because sometimes you are more familiar with the repro & the real thing doesn't look right?
Pete Buttigieg, the mayor of South Bend, IN, is running for president. He's also a Rhodes Scholar who served in the Navy. Best of all, he speaks Norwegian! (along with Arabic, Dari, French, Italian, Maltese, and Spanish).
Why? He read a novel he liked (Naive Super, by Erlend Loe), discovered none of Loe's other novels had been translated, & taught himself Norwegian in order to read them. He goes sometimes to a Norwegian church in Chicago to keep up his skills.
This makes him a serious presidential contender in my book.
The whole secret of life is to be interested in one thing profoundly and a thousand other things well.
~ Hugh Walpole
karate, Torah reading, toast, my husband, my friends, my cat, snow, my neighborhood, the Blue Sky Boys, Ford Madox Ford, the Yankees, my grandkids, breakfast, Bingelbumpf, fonts,
Should I really list the thousand things that absorb me? Only a thousand?
The whole secret?
This was on 9th St in Brooklyn, taken on March 7 headed to Barbés to hear the wondrous Rachelle Garniez. That's how long Brooklyn celebrates. Will the display still be there next week? Next year? Maybe it's a year-round insistence on their love for the Ould Sod? Leprechauns are general all over Ireland...