Month: September 2014

I am war weary. We never ever ever ever should have invaded Iraq. We completely destabilized the region and we’ve been “playing” wack-a-mole ever since. Yes, it’s more complicated than that and there is more history than that, but that is the step that sent us off the cliff.

My friend’s backyard, on Pancake Hollow Road. She lives in Poughkeepsie, surrounded by apple orchards. I have a basket of apples from them in my kitchen right now!

I’m back from the People’s Climate March. It was amazing right from the start. The subway uptown was packed with people on their way to the march.

You could join the parade at a number of points. I chose the front of the American Museum of Natural History. It was this crowded for miles in either direction.

I couldn’t even see the end of this sign, which could only be seen in its entirety from space.

I’m posting a lot of shots, but this is nothing compared to the number I took (and the ones that didn’t come out, alas).

Every possible group imaginable was represented, and people from all over the world.

This guy trudged painfully the whole way. He represents corporate America, and that is a dish of dry ice behind him. I should have asked for a complete explanation but I was too excited to stop.

More than once I turned around and felt like I was staring back in time, to the sixties.

That’s Central Park behind them. “When the moon is in the 7th house …” (Right?)

Whenever we passed any kind of landmark I took a picture. I’m kicking myself for forgetting to get a shot when we marched passed Fox News, where I’m sure there was a mass spontaneous combustion. That would have been quite the shot!

Some buildings were completely barricaded off, you couldn’t get near them. Like the Bank of America here. I was very happy to see priests holding signs in front of many of the churches.

Mermaids. Of course global warning is as important an issue to them as it is to us.

UPDATE: Not mermaids, but the performance group W.I.S.E. doing a performance for climate change called, “Bodies of water and the planetary change.” (You all looked stunning.)

Lettuce head man. Yeah, I don’t know. He looked good though.

My old band, Manhattan Samba, was there!!

I believe her point is that Prime Minister Narendra Modi is going in the wrong direction on climate change. I took some video footage, so I might post a film tomorrow. I’m so glad I went!

Someone posted the video below on Facebook. It’s freaking brilliant. So I start googling to learn about Run Wrake, the person who made it.

That’s when I learned he died in 2012, at the age of 47. Damnit cancer. I hate you. (Lost my mother to pancreatic cancer.) I’m going watch his other videos, but watch this one. You’ll thank me. And I’m sorry we lost such a talent. My condolences to his family.

I am. For one. Full details here. March for your children’s children. And for the puppies (and all life). This shouldn’t be a political issue. (This basket of puppies was from the Adoptapalloza event at Union Square a week or so ago.)

Yesterday a pigeon got trapped in what looked like some string on the roof across the street. The poor pigeon was hanging upside down, flapping it’s wings frantically, clearly terrified. Birds were flying all around it, screeching, just as frantic. It was horrible.

Luckily, a friend from choir lives in that building so I emailed her right away and asked if she’d let me in so I could try to free it. She responded almost instantly and said she’d buzz me in and meet me by the elevator. In the time it took me to throw on some clothes the bird had managed to free itself, thank God. I’m afraid of heights and it would have involved some serious leaning over action in order to reach down far enough. I would have done it, but I was freaking out just imagining it.

The spot where the pigeon was caught was on the red building, on one of those repeating ornamental things under the roof overhang, I don’t know what they’re called. Here’s the view from my window. A closer looks follows.

I thought it was a loop of string, but it looks like they’ve made a nest inside one of those things I don’t know the name of. That’s a very small opening. Maybe the pigeon got it’s leg wedged into one of the sides somehow. I hope I don’t witness that again. But I do hope to see babies soon!