Month: October 2011

Oh my god. Watch this low low low moment.

I’m also feeling sad for another reason. A few years back I researched audio forensics for a piece for NPR that was ultimately killed (weirdly, it turned out to be a tricky subject for a radio piece). I decided to go through my notes and post some of the material on my unsolved murder blog. But when I emailed one of my principal subjects for an update I learned that he died in 2009, just a few months after the last time I emailed with him. His name was Richard Sanders and he worked for the National Center for Audio and Video Forensics in Colorado. There are tributes to him here and here [the tribute I linked to is gone now]. I’ll be posting about this on my other blog too, but probably not about how sad I feel. He was such a nice, helpful guy. He always made time for me, sent me audio snippets whenever I needed them.

Well. I have to get up and out to run a ton of errands. I’ll be passing through Union Square, where there is always something going on. This was a pilates class, I believe. Life goes on. Sigh.

It’s the one new show that seems to be getting some buzz. It’s also the most talked about new show on Echo. It even has it’s own separate item, a sure sign of popularity (otherwise it would be talked about in a catch-all item like “New Shows” or something). I’ve only watched the first episode so far myself, but I’m in.

This is a shot of the lending library at the Occupy Wall Street protest. Okay, I looked to see if any of my books were there, I admit it. They weren’t. I could donate some, I suppose!

As I was leaving Washington Square Park, after spending some time listening to the Occupy Wall Street protesters, I came across a man making really big bubbles.

What is it about bubbles? They make me happy. I heard on the news that the Occupy Wall Street protestors are going to be back at Washington Square Park today, but today is supposed to be my day off. I was going to read Hons and Rebels by Jessica Mitford. I’m addicted to everything Mitford, and I’m kinda amazed I haven’t read this yet.

I’m back from the Occupy Wall Street assembly in Washington Square Park. One minute the crowd was of modest size and the next minute I was surrounded by thousands. The police wouldn’t let them use bullhorns, so whenever the speaker spoke, the crowd as one would repeat their words. It was very clever. Those of us further back wouldn’t have been able to hear a word otherwise.

I zoomed in to give the crowd a face.

This giant Statue of Liberty puppet gave the day a carnival/Halloween feel.

Lady Liberty in dire straights.

These police are watching from the top of the Washington Square arch. The quote below them is from George Washington’s address at the Constitutional Convention in 1787: “Let us raise a standard to which the wise and honest can repair. The event is in the hand of God.” Very apropos. While I was there, the police kept their distance for the most part.

I continue to be very impressed with the protesters and the growing movement. The speakers told the crowd which groups were meeting when, where to get more information, etc. I grabbed a copy of the newspaper they were handing out, The Occupied. I’ll read it later and let you know what it says. (I’m tired. Must rest. Watch lots of tv.)

Ha! It was a Wetpaint party and I went because a friend is the editor-in-chief. Page Six is the gossip section in the New York Post:

“Tinsley Mortimer screamed at boyfriend Brian Mazza at the Wetpaint Entertainment first-anniversary party at Espace Wednesday night after he bit her lip while kissing her. The blond socialite was heard screaming, “You bit me!” — and dropping the F-bomb — at hospitality executive Mazza. After a quick stop in the restroom, Mortimer cooled down and swanned out of the party. She e-mailed us, “I was upset because it actually did hurt, but we were just joking around! Nothing knew [sic] for me to use the f-word for good times and bad! We are very happy and moving in together this week!” The couple has been dating for more than a year.”

New tv update: American Horror Story was too lurid for me. I don’t mean sex-stuff lurid, in fact, I’m not sure I can easily explain what I mean. The show has this film of ickiness that I do not like. It’s not scary it’s just unpleasant.

Another shot of the Wall Street protesters in Zuccotti Park, a more relaxed moment: