February 27th, 2018 Posted in Uncategorized | 2 Comments »

Yesterday I walked downtown along the Hudson River to see Annihilation, which was both good and bad. It was beautiful, and the sound effects were amazing (the best part I thought) but it wasn’t enough for me emotionally. Maybe I should have read the book first?

Walking back I took pictures of seagulls. I don’t trust their innocent “oh we’re just looking out at the water” line-up there.

Public Speaking is in my near future. A lot.

February 25th, 2018 Posted in Uncategorized | 3 Comments »

My fabulous publicist at Algonquin Books is setting up lots of readings and events for my book, which I should start listing, and I’ve been working on presentations to get ready.

At the moment I’m glad for the events, but also terrified. I’ve done this so many times now. This is my sixth book. When am I going to stop being so scared??

That building in Gramercy Park. That I don’t get to live in.

Gramercy Park Building

No Heat or Hot Water. I need a Mental Health Day.

February 23rd, 2018 Posted in Uncategorized | No Comments »

There’s no heat or hot water in my apartment this morning. I think I’ll just take the day off and head out to the movies in a little while. I want to see Annihilation. What other pampering things can I do for myself? Drink hot chocolate. Curl up with a book when I get back.

That reminds me. I want to try to get a picture of me and the cats on the couch. I don’t like to move when there’s a sleeping cat on me. Now I have to deal with three. It’s mostly a pain in the ass, but also very soothing and mood-lifting.

A perfectly manicured, and well-kept apartment building. Where was this?? Oh god. I am that old person. But I think this was around the Met.

This Window is Looking a Little Sad These Days

February 22nd, 2018 Posted in Uncategorized | No Comments »

I’ve been passing by this basement window for years, and I posted about it four years ago. I wonder if the person who decorates this window is no longer with us, or is simply not into it anymore. It just looks like they are not making the effort they once did.

Oh god, is that all our fates, this winding down? Except then I think of people like Hillary Clinton, running around the country running for president, being grilled by congress for eleven hours and remaining articulate and poised. Or John McCain showing up for votes with a brain tumor. I don’t know why I picked politicians as examples, I guess they came to mind because of the current climate. I worry all the time. But Stephen Hawking is still working.

An Afternoon at the Met

February 20th, 2018 Posted in Uncategorized | No Comments »

I went to the Metropolitan Museum of Art yesterday to see the David Hockney exhibit, thinking I was avoiding the crowds by going the last week. And maybe I did avoid the worst, but it was still pretty crowded. This is looking back on the line to get in. For reference, unless there is a big show, there are never lines to get in (which is not to say that there aren’t a ton of people there every day, just not insane hordes). Also, this was just one of two lines.

The Metropolitan Museum of Art

I didn’t take a picture of any of the Hockney paintings because I wouldn’t be able to do them justice. I was also thrilled to see there was a William Eggleston exhibit on the way to the Hockney. I absolutely idolize Eggelston. He’s one of the artists I think of when I talk about how you can put a bunch of artists in front of the same exact subject and how one will emerge with something sublime and the rest will be good, okay, and bad.

Whenever I go to the Met I try to explore a gallery I’ve never been to before, regardless of whether or not it’s filled with something I’m drawn to. Yesterday I went to see pottery. I love pottery, but for some reason I’ve never stumbled onto this wing before. It was filled with one treasure after another, and one piece I swore I saw not too long ago on Antiques Roadshow. This wasn’t the most spectacular pot, although its very simplicity is perfection, but the glaze was so beautiful I cursed the universe and the fact that it wasn’t mine, mine mine.

The Metropolitan Museum of Art

This is looking down from the pottery wing, a place I’ve been to many times. In this spot, behind the stairs on the upper left, is a piece I’ve written about before.

The Metropolitan Museum of Art

It’s a monument of Elizabeth Boott Duveneck, a relatively obscure artist, and I wondered why people stopped to look at all. I wrote about her father, composer Francis Boott, in my book about singing, which is why I posted about her. But it’s a strikingly beautiful and slightly morbid piece. That is probably why so many people are compelled to stop and gaze at her.

The Metropolitan Museum of Art

In 2005 my choir, the Choral Society of Grace Church, sang beside this screen over the holidays. Every year the Museum puts up a fabulous tree and various choral groups sing around it. It was such an honor, I’ll never forget it.

So that was my day at the Met! For which I paid the grand price of $1. Thank you New York City and the wealthy patrons who originally founded it.

The Metropolitan Museum of Art