This cute baby is completely a courtesy of JJ and his wife. Natalia is now a week old and kicking! She is sweet even when she cries, and her hobbies right now include sleeping, eating, pooping, and wearing adorable head gear.
Today a rowdy three-year-old locked me out of Starbucks! As if lagging my computer and five pounds of printouts to the destination of peace away from home wasn’t enough, I had to endure mockery from a child! And, instead of being reprimanded for such inexcusable tricks, the brat was treated to a cookie! The little boy also stepped on my foot while I was waiting for my severely overpriced drink and kind of paused there and gazed at his father, who was observing the situation with a face of a satisfied scientist. What is happening to our youth, I ask? Read more…
To my incredible shame, after four years in New York, I had not been to MOMA until this past Saturday. Previously, I have compensated for this with frequenting the MOMA design store. Anyone who says that shopping is incomparable to art is wrong. The range of emotions that you experience partaking in the latter is, of course, far superior. But what about the lull of possession? The desire to consume? The anxious tremor of the machine as it prints a receipt with an imprint of yet another useless possession? Or useful? Who says that shoes are less valuable than feelings? Not if they are on sale! Thanks to the pair I was wearing, the impaired escalator to the sixth special exhibits floor was a breeze. Read more…
Also deemed the “best place to cleavage-watch.” Wright certainly couldn’t hope for his prominent spiral balconies to be used for such an activity and, in the company of five men, what else could I do but partake?
Aside from “boobwatch” initiated by the ever-ready Fischka, there were other things to look at. For example the David Smith sculpture exhibit, which reminded me of my one time boyfriend who made decorative trinkets out of cutlery. Read more…
Apparently Jack Kerouac and Allen Ginsberg used to frequent this place in the midst of the beat hay day. And though I will admit to, at one point, being an “On the Road” fan, Cedar’s attraction is far from literary. Giant pitchers of beer and greasy food make the place a total winner in my book. Read more…