tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-328647302024-03-13T09:47:19.002-04:00Waiting to Get There. Usually on the A/C/E in Chelsea, New York City.Matcha & Tea, Manhattan & New Jersey, not Sweden. No kids but a phenomenal husband. Blacksmithing & Fountain Pens & Bourbon. Goer of Museums. Lover of the Instant Pot.StaceyRhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11727020592632240297noreply@blogger.comBlogger988125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32864730.post-83040269769043180272024-03-10T14:44:00.002-04:002024-03-10T14:44:15.890-04:00Going to see the Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil Girl in Savannah<p>We dropped by Savannah when we were down south attending my nephew's Marine boot camp graduation ceremony. Savannah is surprisingly close to Parris Island so it made sense to make it a long weekend.</p><p>We got upgraded to a suite at the hotel. </p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg82JVMZT2Cqma2oc20xe26PN3O7Hq9Q8cgScHg895QdICmUEe7pxaO1wMb6Iy_ugpe3swiGUSdh7q4OmuNUfHNpnvAU2WMAqT3rZGHeQcVJranJWTME356JRFqDeO51SnqYlr0RfDemGMJQbYETw78E69fFpuRqIbaWSfXryrH6MKQCku9jW3k/s4032/IMG_2342.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg82JVMZT2Cqma2oc20xe26PN3O7Hq9Q8cgScHg895QdICmUEe7pxaO1wMb6Iy_ugpe3swiGUSdh7q4OmuNUfHNpnvAU2WMAqT3rZGHeQcVJranJWTME356JRFqDeO51SnqYlr0RfDemGMJQbYETw78E69fFpuRqIbaWSfXryrH6MKQCku9jW3k/s320/IMG_2342.jpeg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">the suite! bless my heart!</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p>Savannah is on the tiny side... I guess I say that as a New Yorker so keep this perspective in mind. It's a very walkable place and they have this amazing free bus that goes around in a big circle. You can hop on/hop off and manage to get yourself in places that you probably shouldn't have bothered with. </p><p>We successfully located this <a href="place: https://www.alleycatsavannah.com/">Alley Cat Lounge</a> fancy cocktail establishment which Scott had highly recommended. We went by at like the crack of 4pm or something on a Thursday -- which turned out to be maybe the only time we would have ever gotten in without a reservation. We sat at the bar and had an lovely time chatting up the bartender, who turned out to be the bar master and an expert in Japanese Whiskey and knew more about the NYC cocktail scene than we did. </p><p>Maybe the whole reason I wanted to go to Savannah was to bask in the city's Spanish moss vibe. I read the Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil book by John Berendt a long time ago and have been fascinated by the whole idea of Savannah ever since:</p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEis6GFZRxTCJIyDvTwRmH2KlpHDG3HYdgsCBDEIxe5kzgEkKdqr0HKM0AzQNZKBXEPcMr2V7wNDnxYTe1Qrw2xAjBgvy7KdvSW8QPggSSASzUU4Fu88xCmlznEIBQrSMtA4ombbstlPbOZqtVDkXHNFB6QMv9dgi82B5sR9dFn1gnv2kvC5wtkq/s1178/Screen%20Shot%202024-03-10%20at%201.37.05%20PM.png" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1178" data-original-width="732" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEis6GFZRxTCJIyDvTwRmH2KlpHDG3HYdgsCBDEIxe5kzgEkKdqr0HKM0AzQNZKBXEPcMr2V7wNDnxYTe1Qrw2xAjBgvy7KdvSW8QPggSSASzUU4Fu88xCmlznEIBQrSMtA4ombbstlPbOZqtVDkXHNFB6QMv9dgi82B5sR9dFn1gnv2kvC5wtkq/s320/Screen%20Shot%202024-03-10%20at%201.37.05%20PM.png" width="199" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://amzn.to/3TwYCHj">https://amzn.to/3TwYCHj</a></td></tr>
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<p>Five to the High to photographer <a href="https://gardenandgun.com/slideshow/jack-leigh-photos-summer-south/">Jack Leigh</a> for pulling off the image on the cover of this book that so perfectly judges Savannah. Here's me copying a paragraph from "Garden & Gun" magazine so you can see how right I am:</p>
<p><span style="font-family: georgia;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; letter-spacing: -0.18px;">"It’s considered one of the great literary portraits of any city. The personality of Savannah itself propels each page—creaking art-filled mansions, unforgettable characters like the Lady Chablis, the magnetic and moody Bonaventure Cemetery, </span><a href="https://gardenandgun.com/recipe/chatham-artillery-punch-a-cocktail-for-georgia/" rel="noreferrer noopener" style="background-color: white; box-sizing: inherit; letter-spacing: -0.18px;" target="_blank">Chatham Artillery Punch</a><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; letter-spacing: -0.18px;">–fueled parties, and the unraveling of a murder that somehow, in some way, involves just about everyone."</span></span></p>
<p>(You know me, always flirting through different magazines, but I always come back to Garden & Gun. </p><p>I'm kidding of course.<br a="" about="" across="" afternoon="" alley="" alliteration="" amp="" an="" and="" as="" at="" back="" be="" but="" can="" carry="" couldn="" do="" doesn="" doing="" down="" entitled="" first="" for="" garden="" gun.="" gunfire="" guy="" happened="" he="" hear="" hip.="" his="" holster="" hometown="" i="" in="" is="" just="" lawn="" license="" look="" loud="" love="" magazine="" me="" miscreants="" misdeeds="" mower="" mowing="" my="" nice="" not="" of="" oh="" one="" only="" open="" out="" over="" p="" pistol="" ready="" requiring="" roar="" s="" said="" semi-automatic="" some="" starts="" strapped="" sure="" t="" that="" the="" there="" thing="" think="" time="" to="" understand="" walked="" was="" well.="" went="" which="" who="" why="" with="" word="" would="" yard="" />
</p><p>I do not understand the first thing about why a magazine would be entitled Garden & Gun. There's some nice alliteration, sure, who doesn't love words that starts with "G." </p><p>Mostly I'm just reminded of the time I went back to my hometown, walked down an alley and happened across a guy out mowing his lawn with a semi-automatic pistol in a holster strapped to his hip. Now that's a gun in a garden!</p><p>I said out loud in an I'm-making-fun-of-you voice, "oh look at me with my open carry license at the ready for afternoon miscreants doing misdeeds requiring gunfire in my yard." He couldn't hear me over the roar of his 500 horse power lawn mower, which for sure was important for my safety.)</p><p>Anyway. This <a href="https://www.telfair.org/article/on-the-trail-of-the-bird-girl/">Bird Girl</a> sculpture you see on the Midnight on the Garden of Good and Evil cover I wanted to get a gander at. It's no longer in Bonaventure Cemetery. They had to take the sculpture out of the cemetery -- where it was originally when this photo was taken -- because so many tourists were tromping out there. And I can see why. The cemetery is named Bonadventure. What a name. We don't have names of this caliber north of the Mason Dixon. We need more misty swamp heat to get all up in our creative like this.</p><p>So we saw Bird Girl where she currently resides... on the third floor of a rickety mansion museum that has a definite smell to it. Here's my list of exhibits that I remember from this museum:</p><p>1. The Bird Girl<br />2. The Gift Shop (which was surprisingly enchanting)</p><p>I know I'm such an a-hole New Yorker. I can see why the first sentence of the Garden & Gun article goes like this:</p><p><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: DomaineText, Georgia, serif; letter-spacing: -0.18px;">"A little more than three decades ago, a Savannahian pulled the journalist John Berendt aside and told him, “As far as Savannah is concerned, being a writer and being from New York is a deadly combination.”</span></p><p>Touché people of Savannah.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWNygPma7H53__5WAKpenCNnPvmQPIzqfjtHmtbev9OukqfTSXFk_l9DRTA_1rrWeJPYZHTzlxQZ4ES-sc97anU6aN_42lEEGQiMnj9ooJ8RT1aqbMD_6NUEeejJ0sI8cQPsMOfFhMRBCS7DQqK5_Dkq193NtwTSuVHENV0knAEcc05WCp3oSM/s4032/IMG_2350.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWNygPma7H53__5WAKpenCNnPvmQPIzqfjtHmtbev9OukqfTSXFk_l9DRTA_1rrWeJPYZHTzlxQZ4ES-sc97anU6aN_42lEEGQiMnj9ooJ8RT1aqbMD_6NUEeejJ0sI8cQPsMOfFhMRBCS7DQqK5_Dkq193NtwTSuVHENV0knAEcc05WCp3oSM/w300-h400/IMG_2350.jpeg" width="300" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxATYF7YWzaxn1At3DfblGmr8PXIPS2uX0jOk6AnVnNKi8YY5hyphenhyphenjQExCT7tm2km2URPUZ4cxZKMXPUz-JH-ot270qvZWs3QLmUGy8Py8OPUbZBJ2bKXZbKcFKcTEc4Xv4lsp342ZX14-EYD6eUwVZJ63PqjzXzDizMYvUOCvs2G6tKYuZpLh_d/s4032/IMG_2351.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxATYF7YWzaxn1At3DfblGmr8PXIPS2uX0jOk6AnVnNKi8YY5hyphenhyphenjQExCT7tm2km2URPUZ4cxZKMXPUz-JH-ot270qvZWs3QLmUGy8Py8OPUbZBJ2bKXZbKcFKcTEc4Xv4lsp342ZX14-EYD6eUwVZJ63PqjzXzDizMYvUOCvs2G6tKYuZpLh_d/w300-h400/IMG_2351.jpeg" width="300" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCbyGkA35nh7-Z4IgSiNewhM3rsENw3BO0Y7l6wEVgdMTIbm8Vi74kRBOd3nxRLLGUn0mghtnPztgclGtyq1g7N_qQNiF6Y9ojCDqcx1KQeDoY59d4oGlxWscdD1rwXE7xylrv9LqmWhRcsiS9FROVRK8mvjMbndt0mofoX-MjdW912WBKp5qw/s4032/IMG_2352.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCbyGkA35nh7-Z4IgSiNewhM3rsENw3BO0Y7l6wEVgdMTIbm8Vi74kRBOd3nxRLLGUn0mghtnPztgclGtyq1g7N_qQNiF6Y9ojCDqcx1KQeDoY59d4oGlxWscdD1rwXE7xylrv9LqmWhRcsiS9FROVRK8mvjMbndt0mofoX-MjdW912WBKp5qw/w300-h400/IMG_2352.jpeg" width="300" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNtNU4-DQvi-MW5eomTG1aipgSSQM6-EuqSsDZnY-xAlPaLAfOXwwT9GvX7G0sTp0Km2xpyMMqQzq6ESTWwiz6bWOJpE7LuM83JUNhsq1psvg1Ky4ZWjIsB4PcY5lZUP7Kv1bKxOkwQ0bGxjmVJyxM6twwxhhGvUZcuTlqBPyrVKySe5howf1E/s4032/IMG_2353.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNtNU4-DQvi-MW5eomTG1aipgSSQM6-EuqSsDZnY-xAlPaLAfOXwwT9GvX7G0sTp0Km2xpyMMqQzq6ESTWwiz6bWOJpE7LuM83JUNhsq1psvg1Ky4ZWjIsB4PcY5lZUP7Kv1bKxOkwQ0bGxjmVJyxM6twwxhhGvUZcuTlqBPyrVKySe5howf1E/w300-h400/IMG_2353.jpeg" width="300" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>StaceyRhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11727020592632240297noreply@blogger.com0Bonaventure Cemetery, 330 Bonaventure Rd, Thunderbolt, GA 31404, USA32.0452285 -81.05063993.0965392492334445 -116.2068899 60.993917750766556 -45.894389899999993tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32864730.post-13817152879134729512024-02-25T19:58:00.012-05:002024-03-10T13:19:12.308-04:00Flaco the Owl died. Also congestion cats. I mean taxes.<p>Have you seen this thing with Flaco the Owl who escaped from the Central Park zoo going on a year ago? If you haven't you obviously don't live in New York City. At least in Manhattan, this owl has become our crowdsourced pet. </p><p>When I just wrote "crowdsourced pet" it reminded me of an embarrassing error I made once while reading a Swedish article. The article, written in Swedish, talked about a guy who crammed, what I read to be "the crowd's cat" in his pocket. I thought it was an article about animal cruelty or something. I mean, he jammed a cat in his pocket? </p><p>But when I mentioned this whole cat shenanigan to a Swedish friend of mine, I found out the hard way (ie when she laughed uproariously at me) that it was an article about a guy embezzling tax dollars.</p><p>IN MY DEFENSE, the Swedish word for tax is "skatt" and the word for cat is "katt" so if you put the word for "crowd" in front, you can very easily see how you'd go from Crowd<b><u>skatt</u></b> (congestion tax) to Crowds<u style="font-weight: bold;">katt</u><span style="font-weight: bold;"> </span><u style="font-weight: bold;">(</u>which would appear to mean the crowd's cat)<b> </b>. Give me a break we've been to Istanbul. I've seen Crowd's Cats!!)</p><p>Back on track now - Flaco the Owl. Manhattan's crowdsourced pet. Although now that I'm thinking about it and considering Manhattan is considering a congestion tax... I should write a letter and suggest we just get ourselves a cat instead. Especially now that Flaco is gone. </p><p>Only a couple days ago I told Tom I hoped Flaco the Owl would perch on our balcony. You're not supposed to feed him, but I was thinking it would be hard not to feed him. I'd run right down and get him a tray of hamburger from the bodega.</p><p>Anyway, Flaco died. He smashed into a building. I guess it was bound to happen. Mostly people thought he'd die after eating a rat that had been poisoned, or get hit by a car like that other owl.</p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9pvfERbu-q1J3lqQc9hueq_MAGDdKpgY5hr9gvtgodao14hZX7pSdhaXw0REfqBqHdBSU-HbWdIlHG-JUAdKhmj-pJVSTC7Xszz0Hi4iIJLYTWJtFpdPY3WsAm-f1Echzncs1hoNhtGDNWEmg9owWokGLeSrMRsjT5gWk_b6yxIJTfQ490Pmv/s1946/IMG_2495.jpeg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1946" data-original-width="1170" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9pvfERbu-q1J3lqQc9hueq_MAGDdKpgY5hr9gvtgodao14hZX7pSdhaXw0REfqBqHdBSU-HbWdIlHG-JUAdKhmj-pJVSTC7Xszz0Hi4iIJLYTWJtFpdPY3WsAm-f1Echzncs1hoNhtGDNWEmg9owWokGLeSrMRsjT5gWk_b6yxIJTfQ490Pmv/w240-h400/IMG_2495.jpeg" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I really feel surprisingly sad about Flaco.</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p>Today I read that on TikTok, they are calling Manhattan "Work Island." As in, "Why would you spend Saturday night partying on Work Island when you could just stay in Brooklyn?"</p><p>There's a lot I could say about that, but I can't be bothered by such trivialities while I'm in mourning.</p>StaceyRhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11727020592632240297noreply@blogger.com0Manhattan, New York, NY, USA40.7830603 -73.971248812.472826463821157 -109.1274988 69.093294136178855 -38.8149988tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32864730.post-51039176757630299912024-02-11T19:43:00.003-05:002024-02-25T19:32:28.747-05:00Smelling the drill sergeants in the Marines<p> </p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-XmZck2wwy7tTBESO2lWZT5bFyL1mEqrfkalfRRkjG4FoylmpHBqqIaras2m5gaTr-NHoqHR76GJEJ9OG6WMrMHDhn-cQigSP5_DuySg650o1JjypuBset7SN7IONpWFVxIGyz4JQ-5jG-r6R0yK_X6gOeDkqPUwbJJHUBHP4lw0wxaFvB3-_/s2048/IMG_6545.jpeg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-XmZck2wwy7tTBESO2lWZT5bFyL1mEqrfkalfRRkjG4FoylmpHBqqIaras2m5gaTr-NHoqHR76GJEJ9OG6WMrMHDhn-cQigSP5_DuySg650o1JjypuBset7SN7IONpWFVxIGyz4JQ-5jG-r6R0yK_X6gOeDkqPUwbJJHUBHP4lw0wxaFvB3-_/s320/IMG_6545.jpeg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">my nephew graduated from the Marines</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p></p><p>80% of the fambo flew down to Parris Island to see the nephew graduate from Marines boot camp. It was touching really to see my nephew leave as very much a kid and come back a soldier. He got whipped into shape physically but also very much mentally. </p><p>But that's not what this post is about. This post is about Family Day. The very very first thing my nephew wanted to do was go to the fancy commissary and buy... cologne. He wanted the brand of cologne that his drill sergeant recommended because his drill sergeant knows a lot about cologne. The drill sergeant is 26 years old and an expert in the olfactory arts. Believe me, we heard a lot about it.</p><p>Let me tell you, these boys smelled good. Even from a distance. Moderation of smell is clearly not part of their training.</p><p>It took me a while maybe to figure out that everything about their whole life is regimented and very very impersonal. You look at these guys and they all look the same. But they do not smell the same. By smelling different, each recruit can keep a little piece of himself that doesn't show up in any picture or in any line up. Which is the whole point, I guess.</p>StaceyRhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11727020592632240297noreply@blogger.com0Parris Island, SC 29902, USA32.328746 -80.694794.0185121638211569 -115.85104 60.638979836178848 -45.53854tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32864730.post-19106460287962160762024-01-20T12:39:00.006-05:002024-02-25T19:33:19.538-05:00January in NYC and I went outside<p> </p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIFjg1qJwKACrlQqBWXcta7E2gXRP-9tBhqNxNsU7-jJfwpLCr-Y-cVo_G5kQ5Be4C_oHLysLdYLHax35ZIKm8692SC5Y1exdmr5cObSdmkzCn0xxm_a6hKxmBweR6NEFuzTW5zP_HuUAGHZ8OTq2Aj3HCKkg8bU3HrBFhz9wfwo0MQ2CePc31/s1170/IMG_2254.jpeg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1166" data-original-width="1170" height="399" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIFjg1qJwKACrlQqBWXcta7E2gXRP-9tBhqNxNsU7-jJfwpLCr-Y-cVo_G5kQ5Be4C_oHLysLdYLHax35ZIKm8692SC5Y1exdmr5cObSdmkzCn0xxm_a6hKxmBweR6NEFuzTW5zP_HuUAGHZ8OTq2Aj3HCKkg8bU3HrBFhz9wfwo0MQ2CePc31/w400-h399/IMG_2254.jpeg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">So true!</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p></p><p>Look, in the dead of winter such as we are, I need to get myself all psyched up to go outside. That's the bottomline. I'm not out for a stroll any day of the week. (I'm also not writing in this blog apparently. But in my defense, I had a rotten case of Covid AND it was the holidays and the end of the year AND I wore myself out with the NaBloPoMo.)</p><p>Back on track now. January. Going outside.</p><p>The problem is, my step count plummets and my watch beeps at me alerting me about this travesty. YOUR STEP TREND is WAY OFF, SISTER. Then there's also the problem of me wishing to become a <a href="https://www.theparisreview.org/blog/2013/10/17/in-praise-of-the-flaneur/" target="_blank">Flaneur</a> when I grow up. To really qualify as a Flaneur, I feel one must have a lifetime of practice.</p><p>So my personal strategy to get my ass up and out for a wintertime walk is to engineer a series of destinations forming roughly a circle and then set off with this checklist, an adequate scarf and a lot of fortitude.</p><p>My first stop this past Saturday was at the <a href="https://nyshowplace.com/">NY Showplace Antiques</a> on 25th Street. Honestly I was a little stressed out to go in there, not knowing what to expect. I always fear going places where I know there will be booths because what if I am subject to a lot of aggressive shopkeepers giving me the stinkeye for letting their wears go un-purchased. Or even worse, a lot of sad looking shopkeepers. Maybe also there'd just be a load of knock-offs and cast-offs and then I'd feel obligated to walk around but be extremely uncomfortable the whole time just waiting to leave. </p><p>(I can catastrophize about anything. Just give me a topic and you will receive a showcase showdown of my amazing skill in dreaming up possible problems large and small which you can then feel free to worry about.)</p><p>Anyway, I had such a great time in this joint and I will totally be going back. There's a second floor that I don't quite understand, I think a lot of wholesaling that goes on there. But the third floor was eye candy for the likes of me:</p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjx_yv6r-gUjU8jtqPTMjFSFezxGoHNKG9PhQoFbAJlp3Vcj-6K2hqRjvJlqW7JdrltNZUS4m1XQ05RcditLW7U_Ja4txAhASfHOsjr5Om0zRiCs8IaZ64kjcxmYZ5CzS53RfnPJxX2PoKkYbheH1TqzQYOHabtdkPgq_glAdoZ0FXHUZ5L1KBZ/s4032/IMG_2235.jpeg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjx_yv6r-gUjU8jtqPTMjFSFezxGoHNKG9PhQoFbAJlp3Vcj-6K2hqRjvJlqW7JdrltNZUS4m1XQ05RcditLW7U_Ja4txAhASfHOsjr5Om0zRiCs8IaZ64kjcxmYZ5CzS53RfnPJxX2PoKkYbheH1TqzQYOHabtdkPgq_glAdoZ0FXHUZ5L1KBZ/w300-h400/IMG_2235.jpeg" width="300" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">So much to see at NY Showplace.</td></tr></tbody></table><p></p><p><br /></p><p>After I inspected all the wares upstairs, I noticed a basement and in this basement there are things that are going to be auctioned off.</p><p>I saw a bunch of art, some of which was very expensive and by completely unknown artists. To that end, I felt inspired. I mean, one of these days I will retire and tinker around with the drawers of art supplies I have accumulated over many years of sporadically using art supplies.</p><p>I kinda like this particular art: </p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgI2kMPf9F_gaHn-KKw8XmCc5GEVN16cMQbeDM0f6g1fc7jE8xgkMD_KdnoXFGpcEGdt1egqQ0dWy0KSsPh-kFP-dGkKbpTDoMinX-G4MvblKjlBtEFKs36VwWHNU83okzWA4wphaQNvwLISgk3BV-0Qag9UL005WgnGmYP9803PWnZhaGtXVW6/s4032/IMG_2240.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgI2kMPf9F_gaHn-KKw8XmCc5GEVN16cMQbeDM0f6g1fc7jE8xgkMD_KdnoXFGpcEGdt1egqQ0dWy0KSsPh-kFP-dGkKbpTDoMinX-G4MvblKjlBtEFKs36VwWHNU83okzWA4wphaQNvwLISgk3BV-0Qag9UL005WgnGmYP9803PWnZhaGtXVW6/s320/IMG_2240.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>Bad photo but it's of what appears to be a drag dancer looking tuckered out. I liked the whole vibe of that interpretation. But then, I read the title of the art, which is something like "A party girl getting sick." <p></p><p>So. spell broken. Not gonna bid because even if I like the work .. every time I looked at it I'd realize the artist was going for a sick party girl but wound up drawing a tired drag queen and I'd be reminded of the many times I failed to achieve my intentions.</p><p>Better photo:</p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4x1b9_OHjAnOVAO2R1ngrfKFCw3Z929CE7SmjjIIqFKbdw6gOuuPAQU58mGmQDSk8v_Y6-SPZJD_gaYeYN0aKDHg9Ak9MyDO3Jbbgozbqldz58PZP9BkTz_pyX_CIoyVcazSp2PmegK5YxtGwAvTk-zblM9lka52KP7sQWsPSj1p8QyLDgQGN/s1184/Screen%20Shot%202024-01-20%20at%2012.35.38%20PM.png" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="896" data-original-width="1184" height="242" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4x1b9_OHjAnOVAO2R1ngrfKFCw3Z929CE7SmjjIIqFKbdw6gOuuPAQU58mGmQDSk8v_Y6-SPZJD_gaYeYN0aKDHg9Ak9MyDO3Jbbgozbqldz58PZP9BkTz_pyX_CIoyVcazSp2PmegK5YxtGwAvTk-zblM9lka52KP7sQWsPSj1p8QyLDgQGN/s320/Screen%20Shot%202024-01-20%20at%2012.35.38%20PM.png" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p>Anyway, after I visited the showplace place, I went over to ABC Furniture and had a look see. Then I picked up some tea at Sullivan Street, and finally, I went over to that neat jewelry store on Bleeker. </p>StaceyRhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11727020592632240297noreply@blogger.com040 W 25th St, New York, NY 10010, USA40.7436522 -73.991013412.433418363821154 -109.1472634 69.053886036178852 -38.8347634tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32864730.post-74739857765527962352023-11-30T22:50:00.002-05:002023-11-30T22:50:26.301-05:00That would be "Will" Actually - NaBloPoMo 30 - The finale<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJojDRLe02HQkb7DdhJbBgdR1h7w1v-7bNadGzDo-FGXnkrYUbmXhg_HlYnyvGfrTw2-79Zcx8-gJy7qL2cfzbH4aR8XKBFTr_XI-um_47uJtyD5SYcNYG8GS6YssyY9KNjsY610cOFFQbQu7yL781PRcVWlpMeVELqQ00Fpi64Dydw4963Sd3/s4032/IMG_1889.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJojDRLe02HQkb7DdhJbBgdR1h7w1v-7bNadGzDo-FGXnkrYUbmXhg_HlYnyvGfrTw2-79Zcx8-gJy7qL2cfzbH4aR8XKBFTr_XI-um_47uJtyD5SYcNYG8GS6YssyY9KNjsY610cOFFQbQu7yL781PRcVWlpMeVELqQ00Fpi64Dydw4963Sd3/s320/IMG_1889.jpeg" width="240" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p>I took this picture a couple weeks ago at the Ed Ruscha exhibit at MoMA. Tom and I went to the opening mid-day on a random Tuesday. </p><p>I liked this painting and it seemed like a good way to say sayonara to this year's NaBloPoMo. This, right now, is the moment when "won't" turns into "will." As in, I will finish this thing with a flourish.</p><p>Thanks to all approximately 10 of you who have been with me on this journey (according to the blogger stats page). </p><p>Whew. It's a thing to write a post a day for 30 days. </p><p>But yeah, will do. And now we're at... Done!</p><p> </p>StaceyRhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11727020592632240297noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32864730.post-42970746276788675642023-11-29T21:52:00.001-05:002023-11-29T21:52:05.726-05:00My Plants... Except here's some knife wielding photos NaBloPoMo 29<p> On this penultimate NaBloPoMo - I have nearly succeeded in posting a post a day for one full month on this National Blog Post Month, yeah, my inspiration is waning. So I was planning on just posting this picture of some of my money plants: </p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCUBgPtwkxq8l_pVUkh9EXGdRaXpyWeJxHu3bDV4GdZtb8Irb3UP6Gp0NjE95hZ19HCJSjArBgzVK82ZkypeU3Hb5bfbUXsfNtRJJwV1Vb55LlpGOjtXcjdr00aL0nOo3XRyUwo5sUQma04wdCBDIpMfz3GunC2cSInD3kJfL6VWPFhCesQ6QK/s4032/71685288688__FFB686C2-C247-49EE-BD6C-F5B26D29EAA0.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCUBgPtwkxq8l_pVUkh9EXGdRaXpyWeJxHu3bDV4GdZtb8Irb3UP6Gp0NjE95hZ19HCJSjArBgzVK82ZkypeU3Hb5bfbUXsfNtRJJwV1Vb55LlpGOjtXcjdr00aL0nOo3XRyUwo5sUQma04wdCBDIpMfz3GunC2cSInD3kJfL6VWPFhCesQ6QK/s320/71685288688__FFB686C2-C247-49EE-BD6C-F5B26D29EAA0.jpeg" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Some of my money plants</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p>At one point I had probably 20 gorgeous money plants. The deal is that the money plants have baby money plants and then I feel bad about squashing them so I wind up with a Dugger family of money plants. </p><p>It was just too damn many money plants so I gave a bunch away. I felt very charitable when I did so since my mother saw money plants not half this nice for sale at Giant for $9 each. </p><p>Right?! Just another reason why my house is actually a farm.</p><p>Anyway, this was going to be the entire post, but then, when I was looking for a great picture of the money plants, I ran across this photo in the photo library:</p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSyEp8fUpFz_cjcBo9rJgiaseSFmy9Oa_0W_YwtmVzYSbAXDmR4xiocoRaXNhOnnZCJwchJlsWGcGzTLsDEv3QXYc8htrZJMEhvoplUbYtNQ5mkakh18XHW0ffDUi2LmdUAyCEyLI0MLdhTF2-DmO8W3W_Xm8xUJeVTDG30XqcWCvOEVyx2Zgl/s2364/IMG_2809.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1773" data-original-width="2364" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSyEp8fUpFz_cjcBo9rJgiaseSFmy9Oa_0W_YwtmVzYSbAXDmR4xiocoRaXNhOnnZCJwchJlsWGcGzTLsDEv3QXYc8htrZJMEhvoplUbYtNQ5mkakh18XHW0ffDUi2LmdUAyCEyLI0MLdhTF2-DmO8W3W_Xm8xUJeVTDG30XqcWCvOEVyx2Zgl/s320/IMG_2809.jpeg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Tom with a knife and his brother.</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p>It is a photo of Tom wielding a knife. Shirtless. With his brother in a bed also wielding a blade of some sort. I don't know what to make of it, but it's clearly more blog worthy than the damn plants so here we are.</p>StaceyRhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11727020592632240297noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32864730.post-18023008863236413282023-11-28T21:25:00.005-05:002024-01-20T11:39:32.199-05:00What's up with people & what they post in the college alumni news section - NaBloPoMo 28<p>Here's the entry in my alumni newsletter in the "alumni news" section:</p><p>"I am thrilled to report that we have published a special edition of my very successful journal. Our contributors include top thought leaders from around the nation. Here's the link.... "</p><p>Yes, this cat is actually using the alumni news section of a college newsletter to:</p><p>1. Shamelessly promote his shit</p><p>2. Not be humble, even in a coy way</p><p>Ok let me just add some context: One time I met this guy in his office. This was years and years after college. I walked in all friendly like with a colleague of his and I said to him, "Oh, you have the same last name as my husband does! It's such a small world, maybe you are related!"</p><p>And this guy goes, "No. We are not related."</p><p>Anyway, this was the most noteworthy thing that happened today -- the spark of pure WTF that is reminiscent of my last interaction with this asshat. </p>StaceyRhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11727020592632240297noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32864730.post-27610699791850623862023-11-27T22:22:00.002-05:002023-11-28T21:27:50.375-05:00I actually saw the Henry Taylor show in previews - NaBlPoMo 27<p>Look, not to brag about my amazing prowess at sussing out the art that will be critically acclaimed just as soon as the critics get their shit together, but yeah. Bruce and I have done it again. We were at the Whitney at the crack of 11am during member previews of the Henry Taylor show. I was smitten just looking at the advertisement for the opening. </p><p>Also, I'm kidding here. Even a blind squirrel finds a nut every now and then is probably the most accurate way to put it.</p><p>Anyway, I’m planning to go back, but now that it’s all popular I will need to time my arrival with some precision given the hoi polloi and all.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMR5urMTYApmpLtHtf0SeXXIbv9doQ9-gYvzQvecRyyzMXAePAAzV2elIABbwj6sjpzjPY9AmSnAV8TWKF6cedNliYte85rDm2HSXwwDqimz2KCLDFQkuB1QpAuhPrNMNyKMjIMZBl_-6gQ26NQm0GlkEHs9LMzVlNy3FplCbBwRKpJA6qxlXF/s4032/IMG_1867.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMR5urMTYApmpLtHtf0SeXXIbv9doQ9-gYvzQvecRyyzMXAePAAzV2elIABbwj6sjpzjPY9AmSnAV8TWKF6cedNliYte85rDm2HSXwwDqimz2KCLDFQkuB1QpAuhPrNMNyKMjIMZBl_-6gQ26NQm0GlkEHs9LMzVlNy3FplCbBwRKpJA6qxlXF/s320/IMG_1867.jpeg" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKayy-vYD3mXeCbgzLM3ZgQZFQ5OxQUfdQW7r7C4oO56r3zz3X30AaNOygBsYrq9atOAwxLzB6HdV_OA-Ce715DSvA1btYv7mjXiADJnjUBUiX98n-_S0aI-mxh_xIphwNOIKO49vLc8SsLirSazfT2qpJoQu8X4rFWkw2iehaYz1uJuQQypIA/s4032/IMG_1868.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKayy-vYD3mXeCbgzLM3ZgQZFQ5OxQUfdQW7r7C4oO56r3zz3X30AaNOygBsYrq9atOAwxLzB6HdV_OA-Ce715DSvA1btYv7mjXiADJnjUBUiX98n-_S0aI-mxh_xIphwNOIKO49vLc8SsLirSazfT2qpJoQu8X4rFWkw2iehaYz1uJuQQypIA/s320/IMG_1868.jpeg" width="240" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIHppq6PresbfImocJ5A2nbfXzLulSg4_REFCz0pV4RKaTbLhmYEbi_NwmhKDk3ucOoHFmrkufUvwcqgZv55ExYOfr8xTCRuH0hSG_yzpx8UlYTOgeQoRr_p5yROfGxAXsgZ420B3O0-El5oiysQLZChSEczYmIPkC371cgwln1vNoSlN8kkl9/s4032/IMG_1869.jpeg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIHppq6PresbfImocJ5A2nbfXzLulSg4_REFCz0pV4RKaTbLhmYEbi_NwmhKDk3ucOoHFmrkufUvwcqgZv55ExYOfr8xTCRuH0hSG_yzpx8UlYTOgeQoRr_p5yROfGxAXsgZ420B3O0-El5oiysQLZChSEczYmIPkC371cgwln1vNoSlN8kkl9/s320/IMG_1869.jpeg" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I loved this one. It wasn’t Bruce’s favorite. </td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbaPz5I6gzRgHyWRI1RhJIeZoKdnr5rFWzRMNYYGKIz4rNO4rH665-XvBGcbjJxyplOwxTbwo-c9zM484Es1nU7Q9ISI6OFdqkU26Igjg2oKiQXqAK9zZsaDzBwCRYnLQonXa6Y0_GniTQloartzYJCZQVnkOq111-hZzY6WLQQG2e4c-yFX3T/s4032/IMG_1870.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbaPz5I6gzRgHyWRI1RhJIeZoKdnr5rFWzRMNYYGKIz4rNO4rH665-XvBGcbjJxyplOwxTbwo-c9zM484Es1nU7Q9ISI6OFdqkU26Igjg2oKiQXqAK9zZsaDzBwCRYnLQonXa6Y0_GniTQloartzYJCZQVnkOq111-hZzY6WLQQG2e4c-yFX3T/s320/IMG_1870.jpeg" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj98q3g4jFDNOtwxFpteigxu7_JHPYRDrZsK17cNP6xsq47gs9Z3bJybetMJaBk5iXzoQgJaBFAEPJCSU2mnD2n1MpqIQUFImL_YDt4AYlrH32Kr6U-plxercGpbB-mqkMzZ7CYnv6sxP8DPln2vvNcTFPZu2v65QqiI0j8g_8waIU5ZDmQpej6/s4032/IMG_1871.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; 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text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkflGlczhvqDdD6rRQ17wKnYGf5n9t-SUDom9v_XqTLJHZyESUysbnY6idb3EpyRaSCN0J5P7rcTmG3aj1KyMDBVcw6qqSGxguHGv-iZvSX620ocRSXdBJHQ-HGbjGO43SEdJQWpeDBidKCcnAM0NOEuWUvRd02xfOtAqjAzzqrNrc-8TjJ6tl/s4032/IMG_1876.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkflGlczhvqDdD6rRQ17wKnYGf5n9t-SUDom9v_XqTLJHZyESUysbnY6idb3EpyRaSCN0J5P7rcTmG3aj1KyMDBVcw6qqSGxguHGv-iZvSX620ocRSXdBJHQ-HGbjGO43SEdJQWpeDBidKCcnAM0NOEuWUvRd02xfOtAqjAzzqrNrc-8TjJ6tl/s320/IMG_1876.jpeg" width="240" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p>StaceyRhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11727020592632240297noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32864730.post-54870543497729733762023-11-26T20:45:00.003-05:002024-01-20T11:46:04.417-05:00Ordering the fancy beans because I’m worth it - NaBloPoMo 26<p></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiUhVFQC0PYXaDOJocoFwvHiyfvwk9n1fZT0Rr8dV4DA9Ir6FXOFo6bMhtN5BDrxVzELTTpKbVJRF__Ly9usisym2BnsqzSgufu9s2l4pve-qzyOB0iBYLt5h9HYW_lSgoTOUtjSOAbhRORiD1YGx2fHNcRM5E6govr4eTp-E9x1-mtiIXzKke/s4032/IMG_1917.jpeg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiUhVFQC0PYXaDOJocoFwvHiyfvwk9n1fZT0Rr8dV4DA9Ir6FXOFo6bMhtN5BDrxVzELTTpKbVJRF__Ly9usisym2BnsqzSgufu9s2l4pve-qzyOB0iBYLt5h9HYW_lSgoTOUtjSOAbhRORiD1YGx2fHNcRM5E6govr4eTp-E9x1-mtiIXzKke/s320/IMG_1917.jpeg" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The fancy beans</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">🫘 It’s a worthy unboxing that goes on when I get these beans from Rancho Gordo. Look at these splendors of the vine! Your average bulk kidney just withers in shame in comparison! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">Sadly they all sort turn a basic shade of beige in the Instant Pot so if you’re playing the long game, don’t bother. But while they exist on my shelves, I feel like a cottagecore influencer, hashtag fo shizzy.</div><br /> <p></p>StaceyRhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11727020592632240297noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32864730.post-50721993852490611922023-11-25T20:19:00.008-05:002023-11-25T20:22:11.998-05:00It *would* actually be a troublesome name for a dog - NaBloPoMo 25<p> </p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjxu4G_RfSC8T5cjdI86XHLl1GWzgJYsO79JxtH75B0smGL46RaP7xtjr6L0Pgwti5WCId2S3d0UZeWYErqaUFrE6jYdD7JNoNhKd2e-94AwANSsdVOSqH59NtnUW2II1ktvm7TJlkaFgVFhJx2x0SUaP_OtE_LP9EhN80n2HYrV3YGhyphenhyphenAaz7E/s1300/48248954-colorful-fall-foliage-on-this-hiking-trail-in-allaire-state-park-in-new-jersey.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="866" data-original-width="1300" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjxu4G_RfSC8T5cjdI86XHLl1GWzgJYsO79JxtH75B0smGL46RaP7xtjr6L0Pgwti5WCId2S3d0UZeWYErqaUFrE6jYdD7JNoNhKd2e-94AwANSsdVOSqH59NtnUW2II1ktvm7TJlkaFgVFhJx2x0SUaP_OtE_LP9EhN80n2HYrV3YGhyphenhyphenAaz7E/s320/48248954-colorful-fall-foliage-on-this-hiking-trail-in-allaire-state-park-in-new-jersey.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">It is pretty to hike in autumn!</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p></p><p>Me, Mom and Dad went out for a short hike yesterday. In a very small world moment, coming the other direction down the trail, was somebody I knew and her boyfriend and their dog. So crazy when shit like that happens.</p><p>Introductions all around: Mom and Dad, this is Kathy, this is Karl, and Karl says, And this is my dog.... </p><p>I drop off at that moment because I'm exclaiming to Kathy wow, what a crazy coincidence and she's explaining maybe not so much, Karl actually lives nearby.</p><p>My attention swivels back to the conversation Dad is having with Karl when Dad says, "Help must be a troublesome name for your dog... like if you're calling for her yelling Help! Help! -- How often do rescue workers arrive?"</p><p>Karl interrupts, "Her name is HOPE, not HELP"</p><p>Mom looks over at me like, ya see? I told you his hearing was going.</p><p><br /></p>StaceyRhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11727020592632240297noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32864730.post-11078458127752135142023-11-24T20:56:00.003-05:002023-11-25T20:05:06.316-05:00Are you kidding me with this ceiling fan light already? NaBloPoMo 24<p>We went to bed at midnight and could not turn off the light in our bedroom. WTF really? And we have house guests, making it less possible to go into the guest room and just save the problem for another day.</p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcJx_HBcOKurGJydkiPwCrMFMqBdIsiqmJ1Ba-ouHKtweZzeU0CV6TPPTJY2_d0flr0o6Fp74qiHT5mwCdLiIvq9j-cpB8B-RPsKPm9_EDSINHRO-B7QmgJZylymvZmnaRXjeJB_3d1EvvAykZ70gPjmW_nFxJid4UC8Fc7DsfwmoKuGEPUkx8/s4032/IMG_2102.jpeg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcJx_HBcOKurGJydkiPwCrMFMqBdIsiqmJ1Ba-ouHKtweZzeU0CV6TPPTJY2_d0flr0o6Fp74qiHT5mwCdLiIvq9j-cpB8B-RPsKPm9_EDSINHRO-B7QmgJZylymvZmnaRXjeJB_3d1EvvAykZ70gPjmW_nFxJid4UC8Fc7DsfwmoKuGEPUkx8/s320/IMG_2102.jpeg" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Ceiling fan with the light removed <br />because that's what happened next.</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6z6phfEpxD1y1Lk6qu1xHdm4pl9xOlahlsdtOyq6vkKguzKrivN_y486U9YoRaGK60d1sCB2B1-Vj2IWqDM9gjrRilKyEjA-rY_uZYgAss9e8k6ahjhW89aZYUlFtOXiTibILpR1ROb1zOvLG3ytCyoz4I_L1CxWoDIaYUuiv6jt10gLQsTlJ/s4032/IMG_2103.jpeg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6z6phfEpxD1y1Lk6qu1xHdm4pl9xOlahlsdtOyq6vkKguzKrivN_y486U9YoRaGK60d1sCB2B1-Vj2IWqDM9gjrRilKyEjA-rY_uZYgAss9e8k6ahjhW89aZYUlFtOXiTibILpR1ROb1zOvLG3ytCyoz4I_L1CxWoDIaYUuiv6jt10gLQsTlJ/s320/IMG_2103.jpeg" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Also, this.</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p>It is fairly impossible to sleep with your bedroom light on full blast, but trust me, we thought about it. Then Tom snapped into action and got tools out. </p><p>I mean for chrissakes this is a ridiculous problem to have.</p>StaceyRhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11727020592632240297noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32864730.post-73687793901636970982023-11-23T22:37:00.003-05:002023-11-25T09:36:22.476-05:00Thanksgiving NaBloPoMo 23<p> Beautiful Thanksgiving with the family. Then we watched the movie Whiplash. Then, of course, we watched YouTube reaction videos of the movie Whiplash. Then we watched reactions videos of the reaction videos of the movie Whiplash. </p><p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNUxIOVUSnb4Vg6QOTZt7URfR52cDNaDXIiu-mpQx8o4l7SJCs4oXq7pjj82B3Qg4yc8yRpeBqCXgTWzHdiTZCbksaY4n0UIPoyvLlhDH2iFM8Tuupufqm4Z6Y8qvrs4fBpBSS89FqRBVV5peerG9_slFB9Bm65vtWHHZ2VezHVkiYCRcFmy7I/s4032/IMG_2101.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNUxIOVUSnb4Vg6QOTZt7URfR52cDNaDXIiu-mpQx8o4l7SJCs4oXq7pjj82B3Qg4yc8yRpeBqCXgTWzHdiTZCbksaY4n0UIPoyvLlhDH2iFM8Tuupufqm4Z6Y8qvrs4fBpBSS89FqRBVV5peerG9_slFB9Bm65vtWHHZ2VezHVkiYCRcFmy7I/s320/IMG_2101.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p>What a time to be alive. </p>StaceyRhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11727020592632240297noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32864730.post-46094713999660172362023-11-22T21:56:00.007-05:002024-02-25T20:23:13.661-05:00Relics from last century NaBlPoMo 22<p> Was going through an old box and found this relic:</p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7qCC5ttKrnwcDyMpJahCoTzEHUrriDUfTPEGNbrInNBxiw30xjob1kaep0MZZOcN8Em7IneBINzclATElTwP_bCdZk0A-G98ry5WezgyOVEdkiHtSU-mfWyaOVratgV0vaY58-7Ntfiw0HkU5xk2GxRj2aIUIOzdrlINjwqWcigzpADlpMRLU/s2700/IMG_2091.jpeg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2231" data-original-width="2700" height="264" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7qCC5ttKrnwcDyMpJahCoTzEHUrriDUfTPEGNbrInNBxiw30xjob1kaep0MZZOcN8Em7IneBINzclATElTwP_bCdZk0A-G98ry5WezgyOVEdkiHtSU-mfWyaOVratgV0vaY58-7Ntfiw0HkU5xk2GxRj2aIUIOzdrlINjwqWcigzpADlpMRLU/s320/IMG_2091.jpeg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Found in a very old box because I am old</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p>This is a mask from the Halloween I dressed up as a 🧞♀️ genie. I was maybe in third grade. My mom made the entire costume by hand… including this mask. She glued on pearls and gold trim because no self-respecting genie just wears a plain electric pink mask.</p><p>It was the best genie costume ever. I felt magical. </p><p>My mom is the best.</p><p>❤️</p>StaceyRhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11727020592632240297noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32864730.post-77095129790882063612023-11-21T22:17:00.012-05:002023-11-24T20:51:28.936-05:00Growing my own crops of smoothie NaBloPoMo 21<p> </p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipdlPz_PL59UEq-jJvVUfad3RdliTQsU5N_VaWbGh2aA0spqXsDTXPV1BtWODkmVfGOiQDaHBYcSfJsV-7Mn31gk_Ul2E1NwlUhOuSw9us_NMNnG6rzQOeR3sRfvGv8cMKvmxtkLCM1o3wwZoz2JawH-3kgutphM2Ddp3qk7FVHXwVTaE-Na0o/s4032/IMG_2087.jpeg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipdlPz_PL59UEq-jJvVUfad3RdliTQsU5N_VaWbGh2aA0spqXsDTXPV1BtWODkmVfGOiQDaHBYcSfJsV-7Mn31gk_Ul2E1NwlUhOuSw9us_NMNnG6rzQOeR3sRfvGv8cMKvmxtkLCM1o3wwZoz2JawH-3kgutphM2Ddp3qk7FVHXwVTaE-Na0o/s320/IMG_2087.jpeg" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Purslane in the Aerogarden</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p></p><p>When I first got the Aerogarden, I'd weigh the crops I harvested for amortization purposes. For example:</p><p><br /></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGsK0aVPL810mCMvP9j4XHovbsZI5ztBPss7fB4RB2GskKZybnGh10dOyS6Ju2IGKhl8BU4OvrScMU6ERnogU3g9URrAwJXlE152ZjbL3TX_fXu-4OnsBJk6Gc4pNusCwfhjSCZq2CXmaS21D6JcFAKLDakrBzzm_patJYglTb5jKTyo2qrV_C/s1186/Screen%20Shot%202023-11-21%20at%2010.07.20%20PM.png" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1186" data-original-width="452" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGsK0aVPL810mCMvP9j4XHovbsZI5ztBPss7fB4RB2GskKZybnGh10dOyS6Ju2IGKhl8BU4OvrScMU6ERnogU3g9URrAwJXlE152ZjbL3TX_fXu-4OnsBJk6Gc4pNusCwfhjSCZq2CXmaS21D6JcFAKLDakrBzzm_patJYglTb5jKTyo2qrV_C/s320/Screen%20Shot%202023-11-21%20at%2010.07.20%20PM.png" width="122" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Amortization Schedule.</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p>Look, of course it should have been a spreadsheet and the micro green reference prices of course should be footnoted but I'm busy and that's just how it is.</p><p>Then I started growing Purslane instead of random lettuces and you can't even buy purslane in the store most of the time, making it, you know, priceless. So I stopped keeping track. It was getting onerous anyway.</p><p>Purslane is "<a href="https://www.healthline.com/nutrition/purslane" target="_blank">a tasty weed that is loaded with nutrients</a>." And right?! It is tasty. Also, as I know from prior harvests, (see above) I can and have harvested 100 grams for one full serving size. I am practically a farmer. I said to Tom maybe we should write off our house as an agricultural zone.</p><p>Tom wasn't into it. He reminded me my eighth grade math teacher went to jail for declaring his house was a church and not paying any taxes for long enough the IRS caught on to the split level not a church scheme.</p><p>So ok, I'll content myself with my hobby farm.</p>StaceyRhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11727020592632240297noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32864730.post-33361565974748686412023-11-20T22:58:00.008-05:002023-11-21T22:03:12.648-05:00 mowing down someone on the escalator and other micro aggressions NaBloPoMo 20<p>I went to MoMA and saw some major arts.</p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjj298YRVr4rJDNo3Y4urvvzGW2N6khMV7ySiMVw1Zb-VCqfYctyeLHgtkVVTc-v4qpLVuQRflM7St97FzYphpTJ1Gpuj4FARRWFk4jE79lro94qi8DeC_VDtliRKCuAV2-E7Pt-53TADFA7c-c-XZnwwJShNG8QMOc44T9bqDsEgyRkFP2BHl_/s4032/IMG_2076.jpeg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjj298YRVr4rJDNo3Y4urvvzGW2N6khMV7ySiMVw1Zb-VCqfYctyeLHgtkVVTc-v4qpLVuQRflM7St97FzYphpTJ1Gpuj4FARRWFk4jE79lro94qi8DeC_VDtliRKCuAV2-E7Pt-53TADFA7c-c-XZnwwJShNG8QMOc44T9bqDsEgyRkFP2BHl_/s320/IMG_2076.jpeg" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span>Something about this watercolor appealed.<br /></span><br /></td></tr></tbody></table><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlL8ZxLUbUv39XP4n3H3dVm6u_JqAU1kM0bcK3IfL4pXUVPQm6olHTtsfopdR_SiAUy6dmMmAKd7B2MPetkAJWR2P_NivYMwF1ahbXMZmxq2QFxHo1eOArubzOXFLMxRO5mZ1HtOvCDkvKCnAJrixJ-bnBJD86BRuJH42bfyR4kT9LPuFcLnqD/s4032/IMG_2081.jpeg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlL8ZxLUbUv39XP4n3H3dVm6u_JqAU1kM0bcK3IfL4pXUVPQm6olHTtsfopdR_SiAUy6dmMmAKd7B2MPetkAJWR2P_NivYMwF1ahbXMZmxq2QFxHo1eOArubzOXFLMxRO5mZ1HtOvCDkvKCnAJrixJ-bnBJD86BRuJH42bfyR4kT9LPuFcLnqD/s320/IMG_2081.jpeg" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span>Jelly fish-ish mesh arts hanging from the atrium roof</span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiP16_CrMLhkyxfJfF1nxkb0GZsyofOE2bp762csy01h7zUV5lWVZzdD-ZwaSRxPX5S0G5Ut64D1JWjVEhURslsTyvLeIOfsKRKi7v7aIoJk5gSz_lP5cJUncSP8mi2jxE01IVdWwCLQ-OLTgBxC1kSDHB2TSAjKegGh4qfvt1BF3v_fi01ljcI/s4032/IMG_2078.jpeg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiP16_CrMLhkyxfJfF1nxkb0GZsyofOE2bp762csy01h7zUV5lWVZzdD-ZwaSRxPX5S0G5Ut64D1JWjVEhURslsTyvLeIOfsKRKi7v7aIoJk5gSz_lP5cJUncSP8mi2jxE01IVdWwCLQ-OLTgBxC1kSDHB2TSAjKegGh4qfvt1BF3v_fi01ljcI/s320/IMG_2078.jpeg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span>A Gustav Klimt you don't see every day. It's called The Park.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4WQ2V16dizONGYsDd1Mgek1_zvUf8rm2tO30jzE9zTGjdnqoSLMCIeSkUAmCYQzG2Ghtb1d-FH7UjWaDrYrMDD-8qLIJyZ7FwLyyZk25v39n3w8S4p5IhszY3xhKzLBL9SkIGquH9pmJks5i2K2eLXebVQTdaccESRGGTGR8BuMrlsaEd0l1h/s4032/IMG_2079.jpeg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4WQ2V16dizONGYsDd1Mgek1_zvUf8rm2tO30jzE9zTGjdnqoSLMCIeSkUAmCYQzG2Ghtb1d-FH7UjWaDrYrMDD-8qLIJyZ7FwLyyZk25v39n3w8S4p5IhszY3xhKzLBL9SkIGquH9pmJks5i2K2eLXebVQTdaccESRGGTGR8BuMrlsaEd0l1h/s320/IMG_2079.jpeg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span>Trees in The Park.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHlrpmNqXTU3AmlmujlIA7FlfEgf5LlYxjnE4-85LpP4jMa7ujZPPl8dvIfEicyNhSNy9qj_tpQVT99ycFY6T8kwBdXlwI1gd0rUpOdg3Y4a8O1MpIb84z-HJjfUC6xDVT0k9-lvDo-Q-hgcI3ZzlRPiuMy9DOtv-s8FVY8WrIoKbf2jZh_p3g/s4032/IMG_2080.jpeg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHlrpmNqXTU3AmlmujlIA7FlfEgf5LlYxjnE4-85LpP4jMa7ujZPPl8dvIfEicyNhSNy9qj_tpQVT99ycFY6T8kwBdXlwI1gd0rUpOdg3Y4a8O1MpIb84z-HJjfUC6xDVT0k9-lvDo-Q-hgcI3ZzlRPiuMy9DOtv-s8FVY8WrIoKbf2jZh_p3g/s320/IMG_2080.jpeg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span>Tree trunks in The Park.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p>So... yeah. I achieved my goal and wandered around amongst artistic treasures of humanity. But it was a shit show. The whole walk uptown was a mess, so many people on the sidewalks. And then getting in to MoMA was nothing short of a hairball. And thank god I'm a MoMA member otherwise I would have been waiting out on the sidewalk for probably hours in a line that stretched practically around the block.</p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZZmJ1r2JZT-rDHriGm7tw3r_y1-LOo4TtZhkuWkjgaMPuG3jIdWOVjqJdZOFzYjal4v60JgBSf5Yp5bN86miybdid5d-peO2vNiyWQQ6YfK2VGXKdem93f5a1E7iJDcW9P5RjIRPCMGfVFcmEW3dRs7eJhMh22n8-f9p0Rud52GksaWSFGUPN/s1820/IMG_2083.jpeg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1572" data-original-width="1820" height="276" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZZmJ1r2JZT-rDHriGm7tw3r_y1-LOo4TtZhkuWkjgaMPuG3jIdWOVjqJdZOFzYjal4v60JgBSf5Yp5bN86miybdid5d-peO2vNiyWQQ6YfK2VGXKdem93f5a1E7iJDcW9P5RjIRPCMGfVFcmEW3dRs7eJhMh22n8-f9p0Rud52GksaWSFGUPN/s320/IMG_2083.jpeg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Attempting to get into MoMA proved a challenge</span>.</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p>I left in fairly short order and walked over to the E station across the street to go home. There's a huge and really long escalator going down to the train platform. At the top of the escalator, I felt THE BREEZE... the one that indicates the train is pulling into the station. The next train was 15 minutes later. I took off like a shot down the escalator. I was moving with purpose on the <i>left</i>. </p><p>Because people! </p><p>You stand on the <i>right</i> and you walk on the <i>left</i>. </p><p>This is what you do. </p><p>We all know this, right?</p><p>Turns out 99% of people know this. One young lady did not. She just stood there, all by her little self, on the left. </p><p>Here I come like a bat out of hell down the escalator and she looks up at me but is completely bewildered and does not move. </p><p>I have no time for this and just zig zag around her on the right -- WHERE NO ONE WAS STANDING. Talk about situationally completely unaware. She could have shuffled her little feet ten inches to the right and got herself lined up with everyone else on the entire escalator. </p><p>But no. She doesn't notice any of this. So much for any sort of chorus line work for this one. </p><p>It was probably incredibly dangerous to whip around her on a steep moving escalator for all involved but WTF really. I just can't with these people and I wasn't going to miss the damn train.</p><p>So that was microagression #1.</p><p>#2 came somewhat later when I went over to the Container Store. Some lady was standing with a cart studying her phone and blocking an aisle and also the stuff on the shelf I wanted to look at. In mild kind of disbelief that she could be this oblivious, I leaned over her head and took a photo of the sign on the shelf which I could not see because she was blocking it. </p><p>Admittedly, at that point I was essentially conducting an experiment on this woman's social conditioning. Like if she feels the body heat of someone basically doing a one legged yoga pose to work around her inert body, will she voluntarily choose to scootch up just a smidge for her fellow human? </p><p>Yeah, no, it turns out.</p><p>Whatever, I continued about my business at a nearby display until, lo and behold, the woman wants to get past me with her filled up cart. Oh, ok. Game on. I do not move. I look around and study the merchandise. </p><p>She says, "Excuse me." </p><p>Oh heavens, so sorry to get in your way, my friend. I take my time in the stepping out of her way.</p><p>Then we both wander to the next aisle where I force her to again say "Excuse Me" before I get out of the middle of the aisle where I am parking my ass.</p><p>I know, I accomplished absolutely nothing except for this woman to complain about the asshat in aisle five. But whatever, it was called for. </p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>StaceyRhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11727020592632240297noreply@blogger.com011 W 53rd St, New York, NY 10019, USA40.7614327 -73.97762159999999214.43361853508236 -109.13387159999999 67.089246864917641 -38.821371599999992tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32864730.post-52845524138279405362023-11-19T21:44:00.006-05:002023-11-19T21:54:25.372-05:00Turn Signals for the maybe maybe sub-reddit - NaBloPoMo 19<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpBq1DRgbdjT3rvJ5X8nCNbK5BOCF7sXUCdKa9iBPsxT-dHuHhJJs5ILb3q-qBN5q9cPXma544cK9mTLxIgvk9aTmf443F5yt_KW4rkDzM_tbPzXPb59DCUbX9h_pPeMHprGhu_U1wYx9dZQGXfJm-h9PYo7ys2AR1dO365hpDwDpj9dlVhqd1/s596/Screen%20Shot%202023-11-19%20at%209.47.12%20PM.png" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="460" data-original-width="596" height="247" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpBq1DRgbdjT3rvJ5X8nCNbK5BOCF7sXUCdKa9iBPsxT-dHuHhJJs5ILb3q-qBN5q9cPXma544cK9mTLxIgvk9aTmf443F5yt_KW4rkDzM_tbPzXPb59DCUbX9h_pPeMHprGhu_U1wYx9dZQGXfJm-h9PYo7ys2AR1dO365hpDwDpj9dlVhqd1/s320/Screen%20Shot%202023-11-19%20at%209.47.12%20PM.png" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;">Maybe left? Maybe right?</span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">We were behind this Mini Cooper on 17th Street and Tom was thinking it was gonna maybe make a left on 10th Avenue. But 10th Avenue is a one-way going the other direction, so... maybe not?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCaXU24dynKL6wwMXd2OW8FOecmHwCQ5mlSB9fhu_rFSvsAqgVok7G5IQxtH-F6ArV4WeYYGKrwm_UrqRC5GThLoEwdxBd0oxWXaofXCUFgy0bG-F3HXGtMAVhxLiFu3MvbDY0utGjsqj3liIbaDHSF1y8JvKsX35fHOUTEuAMEtjUAlcTeju8/s492/IMG_4100.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="368" data-original-width="492" height="239" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCaXU24dynKL6wwMXd2OW8FOecmHwCQ5mlSB9fhu_rFSvsAqgVok7G5IQxtH-F6ArV4WeYYGKrwm_UrqRC5GThLoEwdxBd0oxWXaofXCUFgy0bG-F3HXGtMAVhxLiFu3MvbDY0utGjsqj3liIbaDHSF1y8JvKsX35fHOUTEuAMEtjUAlcTeju8/s320/IMG_4100.gif" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Honestly WTF?</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p>Maybe the turn signal itself is installed upside down?</p><p>Maybe?</p><p><br /></p>StaceyRhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11727020592632240297noreply@blogger.com075 9th Ave, New York, NY 10011, USA40.7424396 -74.006143912.432205763821152 -109.1623939 69.05267343617885 -38.8498939tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32864730.post-3936678619708962802023-11-18T21:09:00.010-05:002023-11-21T22:20:31.644-05:00 The Secret of Yayoi Kusama in Pittsburgh - NaBloPoMo 18<p> I was at MoMA today. It was bedlam, but that's a whole other story that you are not going to hear about right now. Right now I am merely pointing out that in the MoMA store, there is a whole section dedicated to Yayoi Kusama:</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9TIwJBJvo4bNsF7gcffB5Gok1Jn0EGMbFeokRkQYz8FggYNZGdvtTzE4fHX6zaqvktjjJpZz6cDN0mYQDzlZ6LAp4Xaa3R2gNhOrePFB1Al7DDPM1CzQ9wsfpwZEmmzoNyRlyJa3dNopMQvk5gEjOQx23HEqzYKncm5Kg0l2l3-XOqrUUfM8B/s4032/IMG_2082.HEIC" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9TIwJBJvo4bNsF7gcffB5Gok1Jn0EGMbFeokRkQYz8FggYNZGdvtTzE4fHX6zaqvktjjJpZz6cDN0mYQDzlZ6LAp4Xaa3R2gNhOrePFB1Al7DDPM1CzQ9wsfpwZEmmzoNyRlyJa3dNopMQvk5gEjOQx23HEqzYKncm5Kg0l2l3-XOqrUUfM8B/s320/IMG_2082.HEIC" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The Yayoi Kusama Collection in the MoMA store.</td></tr></tbody></table><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I mention this just to remind everyone that Yayoi Kusama is kind of a big deal here in New York City. I know she's a big deal because I've seen two things with my own two eyes:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">1. Yayoi Kusama <a href="https://waitingtogetthere.blogspot.com/2021/11/nablopomo-202110-things-we-saw-in-bronx.html">basically was let loose to whip up whatever the hell she wanted in the Bronx Botanical Garden a couple years ago</a>. We went there with Bruce and Nardo and yeah, it was a BFD spanning half the park.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">2. There was a Yayoi Kusama Infinity Room on display at one of the galleries in Chelsea and although I went over there to see it, I did not see it. There was a line around the block and I'm not waiting for six hours to see pretty much anything, despite my curiosity.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTAoxsCvW2SCz7uo03eaAnXV0gMdlnR99Qy-m00JM4eC3fBJOIp2dBzSPFgutuuiRG1YqSxMHicgUFU6lhyEe5UGHQnUEazV-P9IoMcrFw2Hi2AmfVdiozooF6hfCjRD6jqfZ09CBUrkHW9W6SszUjUFN3LK29bUwoYk_D7pROFbGuCa-trK2R/s2494/Screen%20Shot%202023-11-18%20at%208.40.11%20PM.png" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1724" data-original-width="2494" height="221" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTAoxsCvW2SCz7uo03eaAnXV0gMdlnR99Qy-m00JM4eC3fBJOIp2dBzSPFgutuuiRG1YqSxMHicgUFU6lhyEe5UGHQnUEazV-P9IoMcrFw2Hi2AmfVdiozooF6hfCjRD6jqfZ09CBUrkHW9W6SszUjUFN3LK29bUwoYk_D7pROFbGuCa-trK2R/s320/Screen%20Shot%202023-11-18%20at%208.40.11%20PM.png" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The line to spend "one minute" <br />in the Yayoi Kusama Infinity Room in Chelsea</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">HAD I ONLY KNOWN... all I needed to do was jump a flight to Pittsburgh. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Yeah, there's not one, but two Yayoi Kusama Infinity Rooms in Pittsburgh and they are like stashed in the way back of a back alley museum. We just happened to go to said museum. While there, I just happened to notice a little sign on a door that looked like it lead to a custodial closet on the back half of some random room on the fifth floor.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">And so, I spent some quality time in not one, but two Yayoi Kusama Infinity Rooms. I was in them as long as I bloody wanted to be in there for. I took photos and got up real close to the mirrored walls.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikTCdbBoSoCfaq5u3tMVlSs1mCOBCAdDGo7NHHQf9heht5oZahX9FXqqGHOFXF59dk5Sx2JKDZH7B_RAKVSPQsxiKHYJje6qIoal9exsv3jV_TgvxVmOpF4IfdDTsQzECa4so6cICQuSZZgr7GBoU4T1yXhHzNAuD1QR_UHXDgqVsxiNOzT6tD/s4032/IMG_1787.HEIC" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikTCdbBoSoCfaq5u3tMVlSs1mCOBCAdDGo7NHHQf9heht5oZahX9FXqqGHOFXF59dk5Sx2JKDZH7B_RAKVSPQsxiKHYJje6qIoal9exsv3jV_TgvxVmOpF4IfdDTsQzECa4so6cICQuSZZgr7GBoU4T1yXhHzNAuD1QR_UHXDgqVsxiNOzT6tD/s320/IMG_1787.HEIC" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The first Yayoi Kusama Infinity Room in Pittsburgh</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgerOu7kxBRvvxxR91uvtx71HEP1qqjznQuY0gB-BtC82bpp_qD2O8huzaUnMIZWqNt85aMsNH7J_D3tIbnbEHEeICByyVKXfi8rh-ayyMOgY8gQK-1-zylhz7z_6vzTWzOLCKRAx-rB8NSOl0tmW4fcKNcwXk7vM8if-qyO0T_MjkA9ZTqy2Jl/s4032/IMG_1788.HEIC" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgerOu7kxBRvvxxR91uvtx71HEP1qqjznQuY0gB-BtC82bpp_qD2O8huzaUnMIZWqNt85aMsNH7J_D3tIbnbEHEeICByyVKXfi8rh-ayyMOgY8gQK-1-zylhz7z_6vzTWzOLCKRAx-rB8NSOl0tmW4fcKNcwXk7vM8if-qyO0T_MjkA9ZTqy2Jl/s320/IMG_1788.HEIC" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The second Infinity Room.<br />I think these both might qualify as "early works."</td></tr></tbody></table><br />I insisted Tom go in and check out the Infinity of colored dots and Infinity of red dots on mannequins too because WHAT A WEIRDLY UNEXPECTED OPPORTUNITY. To see a famous Japanese artist with two big permanent exhibits in Pittsburgh which apparently everybody in Pittsburgh is very blasé about.<p></p><p>We might have been the only two people who saw polka dot infinity the whole damn day. </p>StaceyRhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11727020592632240297noreply@blogger.com0509 Jacksonia St, Pittsburgh, PA 15212, USA40.4572005 -80.012410112.146966663821154 -115.1686601 68.767434336178837 -44.8561601tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32864730.post-26400553942759819772023-11-17T23:43:00.004-05:002023-11-17T23:43:29.339-05:00That time we went to Cuba - NaBloPoMo 17<p> Stacie and Andy came over and we had Mexican food and reminisced about that time we went to Cuba.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAHpMpRbVkcArSUK1DDK1e1mauXHwMZetMdWiB9Xgt2lL7EJgKEDzlJ5M1DfPt761TvZTAWB9SjSg6_9dEEhvEM05qXfRZtdBSc5mER5Dm3p_QuD_YFOI4-JKGO0fx6j7IxgixsLGtqGTQS4dTZdH8g7hdb4EsqK2-Q1vFJTOL0ev6OTRZkx33/s1522/20170424_100831.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="856" data-original-width="1522" height="225" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAHpMpRbVkcArSUK1DDK1e1mauXHwMZetMdWiB9Xgt2lL7EJgKEDzlJ5M1DfPt761TvZTAWB9SjSg6_9dEEhvEM05qXfRZtdBSc5mER5Dm3p_QuD_YFOI4-JKGO0fx6j7IxgixsLGtqGTQS4dTZdH8g7hdb4EsqK2-Q1vFJTOL0ev6OTRZkx33/w400-h225/20170424_100831.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkZ3_47qd8HSlRgOEBWEGGbzM8C8ajcXcjN_CGvIPspKHhfsP87RoCOKOGhllwSQnSLSlm3rfvWzmLj1vChzLJQS3Lsj9FHL1Oy7sQPcLY-42RtZcYIc9hLaTNK3fAUvXyJKgMw5_Jg0MWzZnYZfUXp172upZBQ3RQ_iK9ymjoowcblEPbDgmI/s856/IMG_4868.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="856" data-original-width="856" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkZ3_47qd8HSlRgOEBWEGGbzM8C8ajcXcjN_CGvIPspKHhfsP87RoCOKOGhllwSQnSLSlm3rfvWzmLj1vChzLJQS3Lsj9FHL1Oy7sQPcLY-42RtZcYIc9hLaTNK3fAUvXyJKgMw5_Jg0MWzZnYZfUXp172upZBQ3RQ_iK9ymjoowcblEPbDgmI/w400-h400/IMG_4868.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p>StaceyRhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11727020592632240297noreply@blogger.com0Havana, Cuba23.1135925 -82.3665956-5.1966413361788462 -117.5228456 51.423826336178848 -47.2103456tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32864730.post-79087793593033050632023-11-16T21:26:00.003-05:002023-11-18T21:14:55.381-05:00I attended a Scandinavian Happy Hour NaBloPoMo 16<p> </p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguWgmE4RqOEYMOsefx6yCy3wOG9KMNkz1PVjcxRhwD3xHPaEK67D49mIJxi7isPuoMEFITLwwHf0Eq6uwi4LLV6w_bjw01MauKhM6hEA0q7K1ZAv3xTPKnkYLoi5cjnlrsgCUebFPCm4CeYTQQ9hsjLD5kzQrNfQrgQQxpJqWF4Eeiv9wDp_YE/s1632/ScanHouseFront.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1224" data-original-width="1632" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguWgmE4RqOEYMOsefx6yCy3wOG9KMNkz1PVjcxRhwD3xHPaEK67D49mIJxi7isPuoMEFITLwwHf0Eq6uwi4LLV6w_bjw01MauKhM6hEA0q7K1ZAv3xTPKnkYLoi5cjnlrsgCUebFPCm4CeYTQQ9hsjLD5kzQrNfQrgQQxpJqWF4Eeiv9wDp_YE/w400-h300/ScanHouseFront.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Scandinavian House, Scene of the Happy Hour</td></tr></tbody></table><br />At 5pm yesterday, I walked up to the Scandinavian House on Park and 37th or something. I don't really understand the Scandinavian House, admittedly. <p></p><p>The have a security guard counting people who walk in, as well as an information booth. </p><p>They have a strange little shopping area with an array of mostly Scandinavian goods variously piled up and/or scattered about on shelves, tables and other horizontal surfaces. </p><p>They have a restaurant with a large seating area and an awkward bar that is less of a bar and more of a counter.</p><p>Upstairs, they show movies, mostly on Wednesdays. I think there's a piano because sometimes I get notices saying someone is there playing the piano. They also occasionally show works of art or like, historical objects such as carved whale bones.</p><p>idk. Maybe this is the whole point, it's a Scandinavian House filled with Assorted and Random Things Scandinavian. </p><p>Anyway, last night there was a Happy Hour, otherwise known as an AW in Swedish. AW stands for "After Work" - so yeah, the Swedish word for Happy Hour is AW which is based on English words, but instead of using the actual English words, they decide to use other English words.</p><p>Oh, but the thing is, you pronounce AW "AV." So that's a wrinkle. </p><p>The Happy Hour/AW/AV whatever you call it was fun. Nice to get a chance to chat chat in Swedish and meet some people and see some people I've known for years and years.</p><p><br /></p>StaceyRhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11727020592632240297noreply@blogger.com058 Park Ave, New York, NY 10016, USA40.749427 -73.98002412.439193163821152 -109.136274 69.059660836178836 -38.823774tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32864730.post-14614933786636632102023-11-15T22:22:00.007-05:002023-11-15T22:27:06.807-05:00More with the Brawling Babies - NaBloPoMo 15<p>Yeah so what is it with gilded age robber barons and their fixation on mantlepieces featuring babies beating the shit out of each other? </p><p>We saw this baby street fight in one of the mansions up in Newport a couple weeks ago:</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibQ2vSc3CONq24qd3oLcPLC70uarg0RnTGuNvVdnU0vMKHadjvUoSPUX7iBXqjul6T9EyKCyahSdGsvAI3GH_kSJaLDMAU9Xfy7TiPMc6nAP5x8O_wzcbHI-hkYeHFCunYvQ8PcJ5DteFUtCMexkxW2GOWs6zY8o_1BqOOpTxG0-B7VNd3ACtx/s4032/IMG_1931.jpeg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibQ2vSc3CONq24qd3oLcPLC70uarg0RnTGuNvVdnU0vMKHadjvUoSPUX7iBXqjul6T9EyKCyahSdGsvAI3GH_kSJaLDMAU9Xfy7TiPMc6nAP5x8O_wzcbHI-hkYeHFCunYvQ8PcJ5DteFUtCMexkxW2GOWs6zY8o_1BqOOpTxG0-B7VNd3ACtx/w400-h300/IMG_1931.jpeg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A Fresco of babies beating the shit out of each other</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p></p><p>It's for sure a theme because I saw a similar baby-at-arms mantle motif in the Morgan Library. I don't know why but the whole thing reminded me of a cartoon Bruce sent me a few days ago:</p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdEyRkUKupHiDH04FcILdEnqnmYhYQxVn60hCCgxuYzxqohaqbb5J1Bi17ckpwpOWWutFAmB4arOLBRnf-3v2tSrQ1yCxbXIHfMVSq0wL1CspneVEhs86lDo7_REdmPMpTEOdpBWC0NIyYCj7f2fNOUxITroZW9rjGE2xBmXR19x80lrGXWI_T/s896/Screenshot%202023-09-26%20at%207.22.01%E2%80%AFPM.jpeg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="896" data-original-width="645" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdEyRkUKupHiDH04FcILdEnqnmYhYQxVn60hCCgxuYzxqohaqbb5J1Bi17ckpwpOWWutFAmB4arOLBRnf-3v2tSrQ1yCxbXIHfMVSq0wL1CspneVEhs86lDo7_REdmPMpTEOdpBWC0NIyYCj7f2fNOUxITroZW9rjGE2xBmXR19x80lrGXWI_T/s320/Screenshot%202023-09-26%20at%207.22.01%E2%80%AFPM.jpeg" width="230" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A cartoon Bruce sent me</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p></p><div>I man, you can see where I'm coming from: robber barons are crappy employers after all. The babies could for sure represent unrest and poor leadership and those stone masons really must have laughed their asses off for days. I'm thinking it's some pretty glorious stone mason revenge porn when you can stick it to the big boss with a fuck you "company where I work" mantle piece right in the Vanderbilt living room.</div><div><br /></div><div>My second theory is that the babies depict, in eerie foreshadowing, the third gilded age generation. The generation when all these trust fund babies ran through all their rich grandaddy's money and presumably may have come to fisticuffs with each other, at least metaphorically.</div><div><br /></div>StaceyRhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11727020592632240297noreply@blogger.com0Newport, RI, USA41.4901024 -71.312828513.179868563821152 -106.4690785 69.80033623617885 -36.156578499999995tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32864730.post-32642929028137487412023-11-14T22:54:00.003-05:002023-11-14T22:54:16.407-05:00I do not have covid - NaBloPoMo 14<p> Good news!</p><p>I do not have Covid.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUlYYel7u5cz6pjmi0-zX6W4huXO3YzkuDtCLLdnQluVWyXszylDrsSkhlNLM98vIpjjPjGNWjJ21DTl3z4s5y9ZKcTONCl9ghZb514Na5AB588D4PXXENGVsPb5FOw1nAzqRfEXZx_S5xkqcohvhyphenhyphenYCyudKfH44ssYwLKEDUCO5Wt2EPS87B8/s4032/IMG_2033.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUlYYel7u5cz6pjmi0-zX6W4huXO3YzkuDtCLLdnQluVWyXszylDrsSkhlNLM98vIpjjPjGNWjJ21DTl3z4s5y9ZKcTONCl9ghZb514Na5AB588D4PXXENGVsPb5FOw1nAzqRfEXZx_S5xkqcohvhyphenhyphenYCyudKfH44ssYwLKEDUCO5Wt2EPS87B8/s320/IMG_2033.jpeg" width="240" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p><p>That is all.</p><p><br /></p>StaceyRhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11727020592632240297noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32864730.post-54668234058725811422023-11-13T21:28:00.001-05:002023-11-13T21:32:55.180-05:00I'm exhausted from going to Philadelphia yesterday - NaBloPoMo - 13<p>On Sunday, I got up super early especially considering the night before was Friendsgiving and Corduroy Day and yeah, we were out late, what can I say. It's important to celebrate the high holidays.</p><p>After actually managing to get up when the alarm went off and get my ass to the train station in plenty of time, I decided to celebrate myself with a wildly overpriced matcha latte.</p><p><br /></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpeugIzsg4Z0CdtPsbwzNP64wjXLMuSXMofi0Lg15xWNOyT6oPeXNAIcDLHEwhLhEmdNUCL-GmsvCXJQ8vSk449lv-QOwj37V7gnO4-EKHap4RssANINp66wCKiqebIms49e1KWgd2okH4OBBL2XoGeeiqsqJQlOU9thL6FQ-gi7_51aszbmFd/s3022/f5f5a2510d197c9244638a9ea3bfec9f.jpeg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3022" data-original-width="3022" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpeugIzsg4Z0CdtPsbwzNP64wjXLMuSXMofi0Lg15xWNOyT6oPeXNAIcDLHEwhLhEmdNUCL-GmsvCXJQ8vSk449lv-QOwj37V7gnO4-EKHap4RssANINp66wCKiqebIms49e1KWgd2okH4OBBL2XoGeeiqsqJQlOU9thL6FQ-gi7_51aszbmFd/s320/f5f5a2510d197c9244638a9ea3bfec9f.jpeg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">It was so early the seating area wasn't even open!</td></tr></tbody></table><p></p><p>This was the first time I've taken an Amtrak since Moynihan Station opened. Or since I realized Moynihan Station was open, which may not be even close to the same date. </p><p></p><p>I have thoughts. </p><p>First of all, my train ticket admonished me to catch the train from the aforementioned Moynihan Station, which is why I went over there. Along with everybody else. And that is my point. </p><p>The place was packed and I had to wait in a super long line in front of a group of Gen Z's bitching about how inefficient the whole process was compared to, you know, London. Also Germany, of course. And most airlines. </p><p>Yeah, stick a fork in me, I'm done with Moynihan. It's gorgeous and the snacks are good, don't get me wrong. But in the future, I'll be waiting to catch my train, just like the past twenty years, in the basement in Penn over by the garbage tunnel. It is subterranean, hot and stinky -- but the people over there are not menaces with hand luggage and we all keep our mouths shut and there is no line.</p><p>Anyway, I boarded the train and got myself into my large and lovely business class seat:</p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRVw1v7SbZoESHg_JOX0jHhaGtFGVodD0hvaScXzEoEvfqdBofiJ82goY_1BekWto-cie7-zOZbB92pO3fhPTVn_t8rQJrBO6v3q2N5PQCZ9H6B2cI-prhpFce3ev46uulmL_q0zSfMjF3V5sA4bfSgECjjtXc1rpSML-w6tbRNvU2S0juYMc1/s3022/aaeda717f4b50dec9228e9c47f3e30e4.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3022" data-original-width="3022" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRVw1v7SbZoESHg_JOX0jHhaGtFGVodD0hvaScXzEoEvfqdBofiJ82goY_1BekWto-cie7-zOZbB92pO3fhPTVn_t8rQJrBO6v3q2N5PQCZ9H6B2cI-prhpFce3ev46uulmL_q0zSfMjF3V5sA4bfSgECjjtXc1rpSML-w6tbRNvU2S0juYMc1/s320/aaeda717f4b50dec9228e9c47f3e30e4.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">train travel is so civilized. Once you're on the train.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I arrived in Philadelphia and was greeted by a blue blue sky on a crisp autumn day. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_dYWDrhca0jBYQOQ29UiJ5Il9OAuTs69Y-OIFZuJ3T_ou4bIKDMwBZdF-tfAxs4iI4Sbr5OCRCu0qOxHpPqeZaRSNbrs9Rm4yQkD7IeRj3Vr2msbEJLMKH6N7ht7pYIb9e91Cqf9MrzD_M51E02-cH03SQl3jx5owZOh4ok51hi7q43eqWpUR/s3022/9efd5e6cec2b58dcde1975479d252414.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3022" data-original-width="3022" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_dYWDrhca0jBYQOQ29UiJ5Il9OAuTs69Y-OIFZuJ3T_ou4bIKDMwBZdF-tfAxs4iI4Sbr5OCRCu0qOxHpPqeZaRSNbrs9Rm4yQkD7IeRj3Vr2msbEJLMKH6N7ht7pYIb9e91Cqf9MrzD_M51E02-cH03SQl3jx5owZOh4ok51hi7q43eqWpUR/s320/9efd5e6cec2b58dcde1975479d252414.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">A nice day in Philadelphia.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I decided I would walk to the convention center, which looked like it was 13 blocks away on Google Maps. Except Google maps was wrong. Very wrong. Luckily, a well-informed Philadelphian was walking past the spot I was and the convention center was not. He informed me where my actual destination was... which was another seven blocks downtown. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Thanks Google Maps! That's a bad one to get wrong. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">It was fine though. I had on shoes meant for walking.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">After spending the day at the convention center, I took the train back to New York. All the trains were on time and flawless and everything went according to plan. I got out of the train and walked through Penn to the A train. I had originally thought I might walk home but yeah. Exhausted.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgI_EPtNKl84m9gWbbfFupESWm2RgPjIN4lXLhwPYHZRk-3FyyFsvBlBQZNdLJqjWXEGJpoFksIEWmdRbYF_GzybCRyiljFG6OGywt9tJ_dAZZFwr20VGK_KV0ubXHWa_hAi0aQcans5wQMO0UMUcG6YGEG1BvbtBRCPFAKwJxSBjwXN7ov4ixl/s4030/bec545332cd4b2561bc64e5f03f00c49.jpeg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4030" data-original-width="3022" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgI_EPtNKl84m9gWbbfFupESWm2RgPjIN4lXLhwPYHZRk-3FyyFsvBlBQZNdLJqjWXEGJpoFksIEWmdRbYF_GzybCRyiljFG6OGywt9tJ_dAZZFwr20VGK_KV0ubXHWa_hAi0aQcans5wQMO0UMUcG6YGEG1BvbtBRCPFAKwJxSBjwXN7ov4ixl/w300-h400/bec545332cd4b2561bc64e5f03f00c49.jpeg" width="300" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">When will the damn A train come already?</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I needed at least two days to recover but that sure didn't happen. This is why I dislike exerting myself on a Sunday when I have to work on Monday. I'm too old for all this action.</div><br /><p></p>StaceyRhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11727020592632240297noreply@blogger.com0New York, NY, USA40.7127753 -74.005972812.402541463821152 -109.1622228 69.023009136178842 -38.849722799999995tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32864730.post-61062554140409152922023-11-12T20:24:00.003-05:002023-11-13T20:55:45.045-05:00Headed up to Storm King a couple weekends ago - NaBloPoMo 12<p>Storm King is a big outside sculpture park by Beacon, New York. And wow, has it become quite the thing since the last time I was there in ... idk 2005 maybe. Which was, dare I say nearly 20 years ago. What's my age again?</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQgpGE8o_OeGelfAR6ETD9mZ-M8tveoF9E2sMeruZhr2pd6z3qjlfd0_KOrUzNniv8G6MbwBJyzWDw-I8EOsNfhN9oVKcBR-mFotHYp2q4MNQbEH61pnm1bw7-nmc9WVIaxL7uM0U6MCkJn7TeRnLc6KZixDQaGGVJGgl3Ih98A-YkLbcB10bW/s4032/IMG_1972.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQgpGE8o_OeGelfAR6ETD9mZ-M8tveoF9E2sMeruZhr2pd6z3qjlfd0_KOrUzNniv8G6MbwBJyzWDw-I8EOsNfhN9oVKcBR-mFotHYp2q4MNQbEH61pnm1bw7-nmc9WVIaxL7uM0U6MCkJn7TeRnLc6KZixDQaGGVJGgl3Ih98A-YkLbcB10bW/w400-h300/IMG_1972.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><p>We headed up there with Bruce and Nardo and encountered this temporary exhibit. I think it was called "the sun and the moon" and the liminal shapes are hand cast in the form of tree branches or something very Druidic.</p><p>Tom gets interactive:</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzuxeY36hTi-FKn8OVMLEOgVaam9xC0VjhoqhO5V6PKb4xPHSSsMgKj2ENbChZirk0l7-edLxQOeKw' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><p><br /></p>We were slightly concerned he would step through and discover it was a portal and he'd enter another dimension and we would never see him again. Luckily, that did not happen.<p></p>StaceyRhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11727020592632240297noreply@blogger.com01 Museum Rd, New Windsor, NY 12553, USA41.425063 -74.05938413.114829163821156 -109.215634 69.735296836178847 -38.903133999999994tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32864730.post-48309196531089910492023-11-11T18:27:00.004-05:002023-11-13T20:54:16.153-05:00Double Big Day today!! NaBloPoMo 11<p>It’s Friendsgiving AND Corduroy Day, ie 11|11 - the day that looks the most like corduroy. I am celebrating both by attending a dinner party in Queens. Currently, we are enroute to Queens on the subway. It’s hard not to judge everyone on the train for really failing to get in the spirit of the day. Don't they know it's a corduroy high holiday?!!</p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkJ6Z0psrBxuy4swxES1gK9XQK_Uo9pI77Po4QHJOLlAq4WHgoSjZDcDkz3vKO6ClZJrNiBhmOVJUZkcIvOwemG8jiDuJxHkLLeR685bT6SvmOeatwAr6w_F5o0_6-qWghjvhKwuGlR4zAltIsy5Ocr3eYmZSrrL60aBr63ezqRoZhEu9XQPXo/s900/The-Rake-Corduroy-Moodboard-Hermes-Prada-Mr-Fox-Fashion-ASx.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="900" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkJ6Z0psrBxuy4swxES1gK9XQK_Uo9pI77Po4QHJOLlAq4WHgoSjZDcDkz3vKO6ClZJrNiBhmOVJUZkcIvOwemG8jiDuJxHkLLeR685bT6SvmOeatwAr6w_F5o0_6-qWghjvhKwuGlR4zAltIsy5Ocr3eYmZSrrL60aBr63ezqRoZhEu9XQPXo/w400-h266/The-Rake-Corduroy-Moodboard-Hermes-Prada-Mr-Fox-Fashion-ASx.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://therake.com/stories/style-101-corduroy" target="_blank">corduroy!</a></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div><br /></div><div>Personally I am bedecked in a fall-themed pin wale corduroy which I feel achieves a requisite dual-prong festivity. </div>StaceyRhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11727020592632240297noreply@blogger.com0Sunnyside, Queens, NY, USA40.7432759 -73.919632412.433042063821155 -109.0758824 69.053509736178853 -38.7633824tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32864730.post-17825766011423464182023-11-10T19:41:00.006-05:002023-11-10T20:21:09.732-05:00I'm a fan of these sleep headphones! - NaBloPoMo 10<p>I went on <a href="https://www.nytimes.com/wirecutter/reviews/best-sleep-headphones/" target="_blank">WireCutter</a> and looked up the best sleep headphones. Then I just bought the top pick, despite the Wire Cutter write up being a little on the lackluster side even as the top pick. </p><p>After that, I went and told Helen I'd seen an article the WireCutter was shutting down. I swear I saw an article that WireCutter was shutting down. Helen became alarmed. She fact-checked me and, yeah, turns out I was misinformed. WireCutter is not shutting down. With that ding tarnishing my reputation as a reliable narrator... let's talk about this headband that plays my music, podcasts, and/or audiobooks while I am falling asleep.</p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiim_757N89sGfJZzK-tk4ACw-DhflA7nLrHvVo2mCvkn7425J2_2v7i4YXPrAGqQbayQw_Xkq4_OtVHZNI7WdkD8jSFIcnq7GBtZcTU-HivU_69Qsp8MFgyMzPy_EJT1aukOm6zhAuZx-Ag04rDdmXlhHVO5HFjCGeXFzr9oWE4EoXgq4Om6l1/s1440/Screen%20Shot%202023-11-09%20at%207.54.10%20PM.png" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1032" data-original-width="1440" height="286" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiim_757N89sGfJZzK-tk4ACw-DhflA7nLrHvVo2mCvkn7425J2_2v7i4YXPrAGqQbayQw_Xkq4_OtVHZNI7WdkD8jSFIcnq7GBtZcTU-HivU_69Qsp8MFgyMzPy_EJT1aukOm6zhAuZx-Ag04rDdmXlhHVO5HFjCGeXFzr9oWE4EoXgq4Om6l1/w400-h286/Screen%20Shot%202023-11-09%20at%207.54.10%20PM.png" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><a href="https://amzn.to/49xpn44">https://amzn.to/49xpn44</a></span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p>Frankly I love it. Or, I love the whole idea of it as I have not tried out any other brands as aforementioned. Not that you can trust me anyway due to my new rap for making shit up and spreading false rumors. But I am really sure I read somewhere that WireCutter was shutting down.</p><p>It's amazing what a little audio distraction will do to dampen whirling thoughts that keep me up at night. Now, I've learned a lot since I first got them about what is the absolute best in the boring audio category, because yeah, the audio has to be solidly boring. Otherwise you stay up to listen to it and that defeats the whole purpose.</p><p>Here's my checklist for Excellently Boring Night Audio:</p><p></p><ul style="text-align: left;"><li>The audio cannot be annoying. Those "Sleep with me" podcasts are annoying. People who talk too slow and don't really make any sense aren't soothing, they're annoying. That's my final word on it, but you do you.</li><li>The audio cannot have more than one person talking. It needs to be one lone individual prattling on about something.</li><li>The one person talking needs a flat, melodic and non-nasally voice. Like a real yoga teacher vibe.</li><li>The topic needs to be slightly interesting, but not really interesting. And you have to tell yourself that you'll listen to it again later in case you miss anything. Of course, you may or may not ever listen to any of it again. Self deception is occasionally well warranted.</li><li>There can be no music breaks. Holy hell, one time I was listening to a Great Courses about Alexander the Great's rise to power (I know, right! Perfectly pretty damn boring, but also ever so slightly intriguing). Suddenly, some very loud interstitial war music blasted in my ear with battle screams and swordplay and it let me tell you I was up for hours after that.</li><li><a href="https://www.maxrichtermusic.com/albums/sleep/" target="_blank">Max Richter</a>, my fake uncle, has some great sleep music that I like when not in the mood for anybody talking. </li><li>Audio books read by the author (ie not a professional) are often pretty wonderfully boring. It's my opinion that the real professional audio book readers have too many tricks to jolt you back into paying attention, so that's why I stick with author-read ones... which are often free on audible and about topics that are... perfect even if you miss large chunks of the book. Lots of advantages in other words.</li></ul><p></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>StaceyRhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11727020592632240297noreply@blogger.com0