A blog about New York City, my books, and my cats. Mostly.
I’m glad I took a long walk yesterday, because it’s too miserable out for a walk today. Oh god, I want the god damn election to be over over OVER.
It may not have been full on raining yesterday, but it was drizzly and foggy. On the plus side, this was what the skyline looked like looking up. Beautiful, right? Gray can be the most evocative color sometimes.
My choir meets virtually every Tuesday night, the night we’d normally rehearse, to delve into music in different ways. This week our choir director, John Maclay, interviewed an old friend, Eric Conway, the Chairperson of the Fine and Performing Arts Department Director of the Morgan State University Choir. At the end we listened to his choir sing Glory from the movie Selma.
John sent out email this morning, with some words about America and voting. His last two paragraphs provided much needed solace. I think what he said is incredibly moving.
“Finally, as you vote, remember that you are carrying the whole of us on your shoulders. The caregivers, the isolated, the ill, the weak. Those who are afraid. Those who did not have the opportunities you may have had, or the privileges to which you were born. Those who are working the phone banks and pounding the pavement to encourage everyone.
“America is one long story about people walking over the bridge. When we are turned back, as we often are, we just have to keep walking. Again, and again, as long and as often as it takes.”
I couldn’t finish reading the obituaries for James Randi. Mitch Horowitz says everything I would have said in his article, The Man Who Destroyed Skepticism.
The Lab had a contract with the Office of Naval Research, headed by Gaither Pratt, to see if homing pigeons were using ESP to find their way. This is a picture of Pratt and his pigeons.
God help me, but I have the worst teeth. I’m about to resume getting a bunch of things done, and I’m pulling together pictures of my mouth and teeth from the past to help my prosthodondist make corrections, if possible. I came across this shot which made me laugh. I’m not sure how old I am here, but somewhere in my late 30s.
Apparently, if I am sitting down, there’s going to be a cat on me. It’s a law.
You don’t need to watch the whole thing, you’ll get the idea after a minute. I’d planned to come back another day but by the time I got to the end of the line I had to join them. It took three hours! And I hadn’t eaten before I left my apartment! And I accidentally left my book at home! (Thank you Project Gutenberg, for having The Age of Innocence online for me to read.)