Got My First Shot!

I agonized about which to get. I wanted to get the one-and-done Johnson and Johnson vaccine, but the general wisdom seemed to be get the one you can get the soonest, and that was the Moderna. My arm hurt, and that was it. I’m scared about the possible side effects from the second shot, but I’m thrilled to be halfway there! I’m going to go to the movies! (I know, a weird thing to celebrate given all the choices, but there it is.)

My favorite talking building. It’s hard to see but there are bandaids all over the wall. It’s wonderful.

Barber: Prayers of Kierkegaard

From John Maclay, the director of my choir, The Choral Society of GRace Church:

During a week of solemn observance and reflection, this musical essay by the American composer Samuel Barber (1910-1981) seemed especially relevant. Written during World War II, Prayers of Kierkegaard is a beautifully crafted response to anxious times: an honest reckoning with adversity, emerging with a sense of hope and purpose.

We hope you enjoy (and feel free to share) the Choral Society’s concert performance of this striking piece, recorded live at Grace Church in May 2017, with Tami Petty singing the heartfelt solo originally composed for Leontyne Price.

2021 GANYC Apple Awards

My friend Laurie Gwen Shapiro won a Guide Association of New York City Award for Outstanding Achievement in Essay/Article/Series Writing for her New Yorker article, The Improbable Journey of Dorothy Parker’s Ashes, AND a podcast I was a guest on, Gotham Center’s Lost NYC won the Outstanding Achievement in NYC Radio Program or Podcast (Audio/Spoken Word) award. Congratulations to them and to all the GANYC winners!

Trudging out to a meeting and hoping I don’t fall. (I didn’t. Not that day anyway.)

Listening to the Impeachment Trial

I hadn’t planned on listening, I get too upset, but I broke down yesterday later in the afternoon, and I’m listening now. Is anyone else listening? I came close to an anxiety attack yesterday. I honestly didn’t know that the riot was as bad as it was. The police officers screaming as they were bring crushed, attacked, the one who was tased, the one who was murdered. I felt terrible for the rioters too. Ashli Babbitt. I hadn’t seen the video of her being shot. I wondered about the two men who helped her up so she could crawl through the window, an action which led to her death. Of course that was not their intention, but how can they not feel terrible? I also didn’t know how many people had really come there to actually kill people, or, at the very least, tie them up and what? (If anyone doubts me, watch the trial, the evidence for this, and there was a lot of it, was presented.). I also didn’t know it had gone on as long as it did before help for the Capital Police arrived. I’m sure many thought they were going to stand outside the Capital and chant, but if they joined others and swarmed inside they must also be held accountable.

As readers of my blog know, there’s a building on 11th Street which regularly puts up signs on the front of their building. I pass it by on my way to work. This was the sign they had up in late January.

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