Month: October 2013

Avonte Oquendo, a 14-year-old boy with autism, has been missing from Queens since October 4th. When I went to Fort Tryon park last week I don’t remember seeing missing signs. But when I went on Monday they were everywhere, and I mean everywhere. Except not here in my neighborhood, I just realized. I wonder why that is?

Yesterday I went back up to the Cloisters and Fort Tryon Park to double-check a few things about Janet Cardiff’s Forty Part Motet Installation. Before heading uptown I talked to my friend Chris, who told me her mother grew up near the park and about all the times she’d visited it growing up.

She talked about the stairs all over the park, many of which are much more steep than the ones in this picture. I like these though, because they seem to lead to someplace magical. I kept being lured up by one staircase after another, often getting turned around and a little lost. But the park is basically a circle going around the Cloisters, so you can only get so lost.

Chris has a picture of her mom as a young woman, standing by one of the many lamp posts in the park. I hope she sends me a copy!

I should go see Gravity! And eat a cream puff! And, and, pet a cat!

Below: fashion. That reminds me, I am so sad What Not to Wear is going off the air. Off the air! That has no meaning in NYC, where we are all digital. There is no air involved. Soon, it will have no meaning anywhere. Anyway, I keep hoping someone will nominate me to be on the show so I can have all my fashion woes fixed, but now, that will never happen. SOB.

This painting/sign was in the garbage in front of my building. What does it say? Pigs enslav [sic] us? This is flipped 90 degrees, by the way. Those garbage cans should be on the bottom. And what’s that a picture of? Some sort of nacho/lucha libre thing? Or am I just being an old person and this is completely obvious?

I heard them before I saw them. The wind was blowing and the ground was being bombarded with acorns. When they hit the ground they sounded like gunshots. ‘I bet that hurts if they hit you,’ I thought. It did. It felt like someone had thrown a rock at me. Thanks a lot, nature.

Yeah, yeah, they look so small and how bad could it be. Fine. You go stand under that tree in the next storm.