A blog about New York City, my books, and my cats. Mostly.
Now what do I do? I was trying to practice my choir pieces. But Finney managed to not only cover my music, he got part of him on my keyboard as well. Clearly this is a sign to get up and out of the house on this lovely day. I was thinking of going to Governor’s Island.
I’ve noticed that whenever I look up, no one is ever standing in those balconies that adorn so many buildings in the city.
And on my desk at this moment:
– A copy of Infinite Jest. (When I’m finished with my current book I will give this a try.)
– Another book called Swan Song (from Howard).
– A picture of Maggie Gyllenhaal, because when and if I get my eyebrows down, hers are what I’m shooting for.
– A map. To look at periodically so in case someone ever asks me to point out Iraq on a map I will be able to.
– A bowl of cats toys. So when the cat start acting evil and I’m trying to work I can throw things to distract them.
– A file of recipes. Ha. Yeah. Dream on. But there was this blueberry swirl pie thing!
– A pile of pages torn out from magazines which include: an article about non-invasive things you can do to your face like IPL and LED, an article about a restaurant I want to try called Ilili, an article about a fitness test I should take and where to get meds if you don’t have that insurance prescription option and pay full price.
That reminds me, I rarely have to buy prescription drugs, but last year, when I did, I freaked out because the drugs were WAY expensive. I looked into adding that prescription drug option to my insurance, and I added up what I was going to spend on these VERY expensive meds for a year, and what I would spend monthly for the prescription drug option and it was still cheaper to pay full price for the meds. I called the pharmacist back and said nevermind, I did the math and I’d be paying full price. He said, “I wish more people would do the math.” Meaning, you really have to spend a lot every month to make that thing worthwhile. I suspect as I age I will be, but for now it doesn’t make sense.
I mean, look at this. A pretty little terrace, probably a nice place to sit, but look at the rest of this building.
That brick! Or siding, or whatever the hell it is?? What do I know??
And this on top of a 99 cent store. You know, these stores might be fun to shop in. I should shut up and go inside, I’ll bet it’s like the 5 and 10s of my youth. Okay, I’ll go to one and report back.
There’s a block fair on Bleecker right now, as I type, and usually I am never tempted by anything sold at these things, but there are the prettiest, prettiest tie-dyed tshirts down there right now and I WANT ONE. The colors are gorgeous, and the tie-dye pattern very subtle and understated. Not Grateful Dead-y at all. (Not there’s anything wrong with that. I’m a Dead fan. But fashion-wise, they were not a good influence.)
I think I might shower and shop. Hmm. Shower and Shop. Should be a title of something.
Howard gave me a bunch of time travel movies on CD not too long ago, because he knows I love time travel movies, and I’ve been slowly working my way through them. For some reason I watched The Sticky Fingers of Time last.
It was the best one, it turns out. At first I hated it, and almost stopped watching it. I thought it was going to be too hip for words, but thank GOD I kept going. There was something very different about it, something that made me keep going, I wish I could put my finger on it.
I don’t want to say anything else because I don’t want to spoil anything for anyone and you should get a hold of it and watch it. The shot above is a still from the movie. Good job everyone associated with this movie!