I met Neil deGrasse Tyson at a party last night. I babbled “hello” and promptly clammed up. Ugh. Who am I?? Ugh, ugh, ugh. My mind just shut down. Actually what happened was, in my mind I immediately asked, “Can I explore the basement of the Natural History Museum,” (where he works) and I knew that would be impolite, and I just got stuck there. “Don’t ask that, don’t ask that.” Kill me now.
I took a ton of pictures of the crowds on 5th Avenue the other day, trying to capture the insanity of them. The police were roping them in at every corner, a trick they learned when the republican convention was in town that time, although they were MUCH nicer about it this time.
I took this one from the steps of St. Patrick’s Cathedral. Actually if you look across the street I think you get the idea better. A never ending wall of people.
Here’s a close-up.
I took this one further downtown, from the steps of the library, where the crowds had basically disappeared. This relatively small group is watching some dancers.