A blog about New York City, my books, and my cats. Mostly.
I’ve been trying to figure out how to retain the quality when uploading videos to YouTube. Also how to keep the text sharp (haven’t figured that out yet). Here’s a short video with a kinda Christmas theme, and a funny angle on Finney.
Last night I watched another West Wing Christmas episode. This was the one where Josh sees the therapist who tells him he is suffering from post traumatic stress disorder. I forgot about this one! I always loved this one.
I used to suffer from PTSD myself except I never knew it until I saw this show. The key thing I learned was people with PTSD not only remember an awful thing, they re-live it whenever they remember. By the time I saw this show episodes of this kind were rare for me, but it just gave me enormous peace to know this. It still does. And the way they wrapped it around a Christmas story. Seeing it was liking getting a Christmas present. It gave my past back to me, wrapped in nicer memories. So I was happy to see this episode again last night.
I’m going out to Long Island later this afternoon. Hi Karen!! (Actually, I’m guessing she is WAY too busy today to be reading my blog.)
I’ve still got two more Christmas tv shows to watch, another Bones episode and the Charlie Brown one.
I’m taking a break from my orgy of Christmas tv-watching to give you a peak of New York City from my roof just now, in the rain. In the distance is the holiday Empire State Building. Two sides are blue and white for Hanukkah, and the other two sides are red and green for Christmas.
It reminds me of a respectful tradition they have for burials in New York City’s Potter’s Field. Since the religion of many of the people buried there is unknown, everyone is buried because some religions forbid cremation. I like that they don’t want to take chances with anyone’s afterlife.
Sometimes people are so beautifully kind and tolerant, and sometimes they are not. And I guess the saddest thing about that memory is that anyone ends up in Potter’s Field at all. Although what does it matter. And how did I get from Christmas to this??
Best Christmas tv episodes so far: The Bones one where they’re all locked up in the lab over Christmas, and the Roswell one where Max goes to the hospital and cures all the kids. Oh, and the West Wing one with Toby and the homeless vet who dies.
Don’t those apartments with the lighted windows on the lower right look cosy and inviting?
Is it ever white?? Ever??? The playground on Bleecker Street is just littered with abandoned toys. I’m a little amazed everyone leaves them out. There are a bunch of tricycles just sitting out there right now. It’s like the Island of Misfit Toys or something.
I have to resist the temptation to work today, because I didn’t get the work that I was supposed to get done yesterday.
Oh no! Running late. I have to jump into the shower! I’m doing a tour of the WTC at 11.
I’ll be back later. Probably with some holiday shots of downtown. In the rain.
Merry
Christmas
Eve
morning!
(That is the man in the moon behind one of the windows in my advent calendar.)