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Saw this missing poster for Hannah Upp on my way to the Bronx for the hearing for dog fighters. It’s written in NPYD-speak (“in the confines of” and “residence” instead of home or apartment). Not a complaint, just noting.  The fact that they are plastering the city all the way from the 30 to the 6th precinct means Perez and whoever he or she is working with is putting a lot of effort into Hannah’s case.  Anyway, sad.

Once again I was struck at how big the courthouses are in the Bronx and how well run (sorry Manhattan).  More screening machines, every one of them manned, and by people who were reasonable cheerful and polite.  A computerized board of Judges and room numbers! I like our buildings better, though, even if they are beaten down and have this layer of decades old dilapidated civil-service decor which makes them somewhat depressed.

I’m tired.  And for no good reason really.  What can I do today that takes absolutely no energy? I should have tried to become a movie-reviewer. Then work today could have been watching movies.

Oh God. Buddy is currently on a paper-destroying mission.  He just loves to kill paper this one. Wherever there is a pile of paper, Buddy is on the case, making sure it does not endure.

I forget now and I didn’t write it down. Somewhere downtown, below the WTC is all I know for sure.  I like the mix of old and new, the tenement feel in the foreground, skyscrapers and color in the background.

I’m heading uptown in a little while to be there for the court appearance of the guys accused of animal fighting. Then what?  What am I supposed to do today?  Choir starts back up tomorrow, I should go over the songs John (the director) asked us to prepare, for one.

On my way downtown I shot some people kayaking on the Hudson. They’re able to do so thanks to a volunteer organization called The New York City Downtown Boathouse.  The problem is, you have to stay inside that—not sure what to call it—inlet part, and you can’t go out on the river beyond the pier. Of course within minutes you start longing to go out on the river to explore.

At the very end of filming I thought, ‘Oh, I should get the Statue of Liberty in there,’ so I quick panned back to the left so you could get my teeny, tiny view of the Statue of Liberty.

All those building in New Jersey? Weren’t there when I first moved to the Village. (1980.)

A nice thing about this new blog software is, it shows me what search terms led people to my blog.  I noticed that a lot of people are getting here because they are searching on one form or another of “the world is ending September 10.”

Last month I posted about CERN’s Large Hadron Collider (LHC) which is being activated on September 10.  There have been concerns that it will cause a black hole that will swallow us all up.

I’m quite the panic-er myself and at the time I read everything I could about that possibility and I’m satisfied that that probably won’t happen.  Really probably.  That didn’t stop me from trying to picture what it would look like, the universe and me disappearing into a black hole, if “disappear” or “in” even have any meaning in such a scenario.  If some Hollywood type doesn’t already have a movie about this in the works I’d be very surprised.  Lots of scary potential there.

In the end, I can’t wait to see what happens when they turn that thing on.  Obviously I’m hoping for discovery and not total annihilation.

Their website is here.  I wish we could get some photographs of the LHC from Joel Meyerowitz or someone along these lines.  This place is really gorgeous, very colorful.

I just started watching this movie my friend Howard copied for me, I’ll Never Forget You, a 1951 time travel love story, but the movie barely started when I immediately and instantly fell in love with the music. Within seconds.  I stopped the movie and have been googling the guy who wrote the music, William Alwyn, ever since.  There’s a lot of him on itunes, and now I want to see the movie Odd Man Out, which he also scored apparently, just to hear the whole soundtrack.

The funniest thing just happened while going through Alwyn on itunes. I picked out a few I liked to begin with, but my favorite far and away was something called Mirages.  I thought it was so beautiful I couldn’t believe Alwyn wasn’t more famous.

Then I read the first review of it on itunes and the reviewer said it wasn’t Alwyn’s Mirages but Brahms Piano Concerto 2!  I listened to another recording of the Brahms and sure enough that’s what it was.  Itunes mixed it up. (Kinda proud it stood out for me.)

So now I have to buy the Brahms Piano Concerto 2 too, what a lovely concerto. And I have to go back and re-decide where to begin with Alwyn.  

(The picture is the cover of a recent biography.)