Month: April 2014

I just learned that today is Siblings Day (who knew?). I have to get ready for a trip to Boston so I’m reposting something I wrote here in 2007. Good lord, I’ve been blogging here for seven years (nine, actually, I should have a virtual party next year). Happy siblings day, Peter and Doug! I love you both! Oh, but all this dental misery that just ended????? Totally their fault. AND, to this day they are proud of it, which actually cracks me up. Apparently I was a pain in the ass. (They are not aware that they were too! Who wasn’t though, growing up?)

May 2, 2007

My friend Chris called me yesterday to tell me how nice my brother Douglas is. He is so nice she had to call me to rave about him for a while. He is THAT NICE. He had called her to invite her to go to my choir performance and that he would be taking everyone out to dinner beforehand. She was actually high on the wonderfulness of my brother and she had to tell me. I was working and she didn’t have my complete attention. Then I got distracted by a 1947 Maya Deren movie of kittens. I am probably everyone’s most infuriating friend.

But I knew what she was feeling. My brother Douglas is the kind of person who says the things that we all later think, “I should have said that.” He says them. He is direct, honest, funny and sweet. It’s a heady thing sometimes, talking to him. Then we talked about how nice my other brother Peter is, but a different style. Douglas is effusive-nice, and Peter is quiet-nice. I once said I wanted a jewelry box and had been looking and looking for one, but I couldn’t find any that I liked. The next Christmas Peter gave me a jewelry box that he had HAND MADE. Plus, he’s gifted in how things are put together, so when you pull out the top tray of this box and put it back it always softly shooshes into place with this very satisfyingly perfect cushioned plink-feel. It’s hard to explain. Anyway, Peter has a good heart too, and manages to communicate what Douglas communicates, but in his way. Anyone who has ever gotten a perfectly crafted thing knows that it is love made into a physical object, and is every bit as comunicative as words.

Seriously though, I lucked out brothers-wise, they really are special. AND THEIR WIVES, Robin and Karen. Great people attract great people. I will never forget how Robin and Karen cared for my mother when she was dying. Robin is an artist. I’ve got a couple of her pieces here! Karen, I think she should be a school principal. She’d be like the cool principal. She is great with kids, but she has a wicked sense of humor. AND THEIR KIDS, Greg, Ellie, Nicole and Christopher. Greg is a writer too, although he may decide to go in an entirely different way with his life, he’s 16. But he’s really good and could be a writer if that’s what he decided. He’s a sweetie. Totally Doug and Robin’s kid. His sister Ellie, who is 9, is a handful, which for me is BIG compliment. I love a girl who is a handful. Go out there and KICK LIFE’S ASS, Ellie. Christopher, I know him the least, but he’s an aethist!! YAY. He’s also young, 17, so we’ll see if it holds, but one more for our team maybe!! Nicole is at Stonybrook and she loves animals like me, so of course Nicole is the BEST ONE. Just kidding. They tie. I keep meaning to ask Nicole how she likes Stonybrook because one of the women who I’ve been interviewing for this book (her grandmother was a medium I am writing about) has a daughter who is thinking of going there.

The top picture is Douglas on the beach at Amagansett, I think it was 1975. The next picture is Peter, around 1973. This is the Peter I grew up with. He was NEVER not playing guitar, and he loved Jimmy Hendrix, and while I can appreciate the man’s talent, I was not a fan. Many a time I plotted against my brother’s guitar. I wonder if they felt the same way after my millionth rendition of Joplin’s Maple Leaf Rag?

Oh, and please be noting that they are both blonde. I’m the adopted one, right??

On the recent anniversary of the Triangle Shirtwaist Fire I posted about a young victim, Gaetana Midolo, who lived near me on Commerce Street. Some believe that she lived at 143 Commerce Street because that’s what it says on her death certificate. But Commerce Street only goes up to #50. It may have once gone further, but not in 1911. On an 1854 map it ends at the same place it ends now, at Barrow Street.

I found a 1913 picture showing this, and here is a side-by-side comparison. I didn’t get the angle exactly the same, but it’s close! Amazing how little is changed 101 years later.

As I said before, I suspect Gaetana lived at 14 Commerce Street and some tired, harried, possibly distraught city employee inadvertently added an extra number to her death certificate.

That house on the far corner at the right, which is identical to the one next to it, (and there are a lot of stories about these two houses, #’s 39 and 41) has been gutted. Someone is completely redoing the inside. Perhaps they had no choice, but I hope some things were salvaged and will be incorporated into the renovation.

Whatever happened to the USA show It Takes a Choir, the show that was supposed to premiere last year? It was going to be Gareth Malone’s show The Choir, but set here in the U.S. I just heard about another choir show though, Fix My Choir, from Oxygen.

“In this bold and uplifting music-driven series, struggling choirs will get a chance of much needed mentoring with the help of gospel superstar Deitrick Haddon (“Preachers of L.A.”) and Grammy-Award winning recording artist Michelle Williams of “Destiny’s Child” fame. Each week, the duo will surprise a community, school or gospel choir and help them find perfect harmony both within their music – and their members. They will dive deep into the members’ lives to tackle the choir’s core issues including leadership, inter-personal conflicts, artistic direction and presentation, doing whatever it takes to get these choirs back on track with perfect pitch and newfound confidence.”

Musicians setting up in Washington Square Park.

I’m participating in a symposium at Harvard University, sponsored by the Harvard Music Department. John Maclay, the director of The Choral Society of Grace Church, and I will be talking about singing and community. From their program:

“Exploring the neurological, therapeutic, and social benefits of community singing. Musicians, researchers, and disability advocates will explore the intersections of music and disability, neuroscience, wellness, and community. Renowned conductor, composer, and educator, Alice Parker, and Joyful Noise, a chorus of adults with significant physical and/or neurological disabilities, will lead symposium attendees in song.”

Of course I’m nervous and stressing out about it. Harvard! Smart people! And you know how they got to be so smart, right? By turning into brain-eating zombies from time to time. I used to live in Cambridge, I’ve personally witnessed the occasional slaughter. And I also used to work at Harvard, at the Harvard Smithsonian Center for Astrophysics. So, basically I’m the help.

A naked woman riding some sort of sea serpent. This is just a tad pornographic, I think.

I turned on the news. CNN was, as usual, reporting endlessly but saying nothing new about missing flight MH370. And, as usual, they were flashing the now meaningless, comical words “Breaking News.” It’s absolutely maddening. I still turn on CCN first because it used to be such a great, sober, informative news channel.

I switched to the new Ronan Farrow show on MSNBC. He was talking about food drops in Sudan. I learned something! The rest of the show was as informative. I’ve watched a few times before. Unfortunately, he’s on at an hour when my tv is rarely on. When I’ve seen him though, he always manages to explain and report while assuming you know nothing, which I usually don’t, but he doesn’t talk to you like you haven’t gone to school past the 5th grade.

So there’s him, Rachel Maddow, and the BBC. I keep forgetting to go back to the radio, that’s probably still good. And of course there’s the internets! I had hopes for the new Al Jazeera news channel, but the few times I watched I didn’t get the range that I’d hoped for. Although I remember catching a few minutes of a piece about the bombing of Pan Am flight 103 over Lockerbie in 1988. They said they had evidence that Iran, not Libya, was behind the bombing. It was like, 2am or something, and I fell asleep, missing what that evidence was. But when I woke up I expected to see a big reaction to the piece but there was nothing. ZERO. That was a while ago too and still nothing. Has anyone looked into their claims?

Children playing with bubbles in Washington Square Park.