A blog about New York City, my books, and my cats. Mostly.
Richard Dawkins was speaking in the lobby of the main branch of the New York Public Library, where I’ve been poring over 150 year old annual reports. I didn’t stop to listen to him because he’s just so repellent at times. But I’m sure they didn’t ask him any questions about religion or working with women.
I love looking up and finding gargoyles and faces and other figures that grace older buildings. This is a figure on a building I always pass by on my way to the library. He looks so sad. In fact, it looks like he might be sobbing. Also, that position is a little obscene.
I just spotted my first Halloween decoration yesterday! I’m so excited. My neighborhood always does Halloween right.
In the course of my research about Blackwell’s Island I come across snippets like this in the thousands. The is from a December 18, 1872 article in the New York World (a newspaper that stopped publishing in 1931). I forget what I was searching on, but this is one of the pieces that came back.
Now I’m haunted by it. What kind of business was Mrs. Smith running? I’m guessing a disorderly house (what they called houses of prostitution). But then they would have arrested her as well, unless she was paying off all her local policemen. Maybe it was just a bar.
She clearly loved that little girl in any case. Did she ever get her back? I’m not sure which court to go to for the records. Did they have a family court back then? I’m guessing not. And of course her name has to be Smith. I’m not sure if I’m going to purse this one though, since there is no indication that anyone here ended up on Blackwell’s Island. It’s just a sad story, and I’d like to find out if she ever got her little girl back.
Facebook told me it was time to put up a more recent profile picture, which was RUDE. I thought I had a recent picture up there, because that was the author photo for my last book. Except my singing book came out in 2013, which means I would have given them that shot in 2012. So yeah, it is old.
Then I discovered the self-timer on my camera isn’t working. I had to take this by getting my face right up to the camera so I could reach the shutter release. I decided I liked that and cropped even closer for the final version.
Now I have to finish my book really fast so I can use this for my author photo.
