A blog about New York City, my books, and my cats. Mostly.
I’m meeting a friend for breakfast in a couple of minutes. The rain kinda messes with all my plans for the rest of the day, because none of my plans included RAIN-HAIR.
I took this shot of priests and firemen in front of St. Peter’s church on Sunday.
I’ll bet you thought I was talking about us, and the collider that’s being turned on on Wednesday? No, I was talking about Yankee Stadium. They’re building a new one, right? I took this shot walking to the subway after court. That’s Yankee Stadium in the background.
Saw this missing poster for Hannah Upp on my way to the Bronx for the hearing for dog fighters. It’s written in NPYD-speak (“in the confines of” and “residence” instead of home or apartment). Not a complaint, just noting. The fact that they are plastering the city all the way from the 30 to the 6th precinct means Perez and whoever he or she is working with is putting a lot of effort into Hannah’s case. Anyway, sad.
Once again I was struck at how big the courthouses are in the Bronx and how well run (sorry Manhattan). More screening machines, every one of them manned, and by people who were reasonable cheerful and polite. A computerized board of Judges and room numbers! I like our buildings better, though, even if they are beaten down and have this layer of decades old dilapidated civil-service decor which makes them somewhat depressed.
I’m tired. And for no good reason really. What can I do today that takes absolutely no energy? I should have tried to become a movie-reviewer. Then work today could have been watching movies.
Oh God. Buddy is currently on a paper-destroying mission. He just loves to kill paper this one. Wherever there is a pile of paper, Buddy is on the case, making sure it does not endure.
I forget now and I didn’t write it down. Somewhere downtown, below the WTC is all I know for sure. I like the mix of old and new, the tenement feel in the foreground, skyscrapers and color in the background.
I’m heading uptown in a little while to be there for the court appearance of the guys accused of animal fighting. Then what? What am I supposed to do today? Choir starts back up tomorrow, I should go over the songs John (the director) asked us to prepare, for one.
On my way downtown I shot some people kayaking on the Hudson. They’re able to do so thanks to a volunteer organization called The New York City Downtown Boathouse. The problem is, you have to stay inside that—not sure what to call it—inlet part, and you can’t go out on the river beyond the pier. Of course within minutes you start longing to go out on the river to explore.
At the very end of filming I thought, ‘Oh, I should get the Statue of Liberty in there,’ so I quick panned back to the left so you could get my teeny, tiny view of the Statue of Liberty.
All those building in New Jersey? Weren’t there when I first moved to the Village. (1980.)