I'm not turning the autoblography into a photoblog, I swear, but I've been out and about with a camera a lot recently.
Jason and I went out to the site of the New York World's Fairs on Saturday. The site is now mostly parkland, but several items remain from 1964 - the more recent of the two events. There are the iconic unisphere and the fair's observation towers, shown here, but also a lot of assorted statuary sprinkled throughout the park which suggests that there used to be a lot more there.
Also in the park is the Queens Museum of Art, which features an epic warehouse-scaled model of New York City, from Staten Island in the South and out past JFK at the other extreme.
A great exhibit, which made me grin at its fantastic scale, was a square tarpaulin about forty feet along each side which was draped down one wall and across the floor of one of the exhibition spaces. It had the form of a giant spirograph. It had been made by attaching spray paint nozzles to the bottom of the cars of a whirligig fairground ride and setting the thing going. It was brilliant, and the video of the making of the pattern made me laugh at the brilliance of sheer childish ebullience writ large.
Krissa and I accompanied Kate to get her tattoo, and myself, Stan, Jason, Krissa and Geraint played around with toys and products in a wood shop on St. Mark's while she was getting it done. This was followed up with risotto fit for a bevy of Kings at the aptly named Rissoteria in the West Village.
Saturday, Krissa and I had a lounging around marathon until Heather's celebratory brunch. Heather had a great article published in the New York Times' Sunday Style section. (The article is here)Being relatively new to this cosmopolitan business, there are a lot of things I've never had before, and brunch yesterday covered two of them: a Bloody Mary and Eggs Benedict, both of which were delicious.
In the afternoon yesterday the Empire Fell. In style. Biscuit and Mike hosted the party whose decadence rating pushed the dying days of Rome down into second place on the list of all time greats. I've never seen a Jeroboam of Riesling before. I didn't get to see it for long either, as it was drunk in its entirety washing down some delightful food prepared by none other than our hosts.
It was a great weekend.
I spotted a job I really wanted today. I've already applied, and I'm incredibly excited about it, and it's all I can do to not sit on my email inbox, refreshing it every thirty seconds.
Although the HR department for the company have probably gone home by now.
Also I have been (rather excitingly) been invited to write a short piece for my small hometown newspaper. Anything approaching 'Sex and the City' would probably be frowned upon, because the readership tends towards the elderly, and the ambulance services on the Isle of Wight are already stretched. I suppose newspapers with an accompanying mortality rate don't keep printing for long.
Hmm.
Jason and I went out to the site of the New York World's Fairs on Saturday. The site is now mostly parkland, but several items remain from 1964 - the more recent of the two events. There are the iconic unisphere and the fair's observation towers, shown here, but also a lot of assorted statuary sprinkled throughout the park which suggests that there used to be a lot more there.
Also in the park is the Queens Museum of Art, which features an epic warehouse-scaled model of New York City, from Staten Island in the South and out past JFK at the other extreme.
A great exhibit, which made me grin at its fantastic scale, was a square tarpaulin about forty feet along each side which was draped down one wall and across the floor of one of the exhibition spaces. It had the form of a giant spirograph. It had been made by attaching spray paint nozzles to the bottom of the cars of a whirligig fairground ride and setting the thing going. It was brilliant, and the video of the making of the pattern made me laugh at the brilliance of sheer childish ebullience writ large.
Krissa and I accompanied Kate to get her tattoo, and myself, Stan, Jason, Krissa and Geraint played around with toys and products in a wood shop on St. Mark's while she was getting it done. This was followed up with risotto fit for a bevy of Kings at the aptly named Rissoteria in the West Village.
Saturday, Krissa and I had a lounging around marathon until Heather's celebratory brunch. Heather had a great article published in the New York Times' Sunday Style section. (The article is here)Being relatively new to this cosmopolitan business, there are a lot of things I've never had before, and brunch yesterday covered two of them: a Bloody Mary and Eggs Benedict, both of which were delicious.
In the afternoon yesterday the Empire Fell. In style. Biscuit and Mike hosted the party whose decadence rating pushed the dying days of Rome down into second place on the list of all time greats. I've never seen a Jeroboam of Riesling before. I didn't get to see it for long either, as it was drunk in its entirety washing down some delightful food prepared by none other than our hosts.
It was a great weekend.
I spotted a job I really wanted today. I've already applied, and I'm incredibly excited about it, and it's all I can do to not sit on my email inbox, refreshing it every thirty seconds.
Although the HR department for the company have probably gone home by now.
Also I have been (rather excitingly) been invited to write a short piece for my small hometown newspaper. Anything approaching 'Sex and the City' would probably be frowned upon, because the readership tends towards the elderly, and the ambulance services on the Isle of Wight are already stretched. I suppose newspapers with an accompanying mortality rate don't keep printing for long.
Hmm.
I think I may have seen you & Miss K on Saturday, as I was near St Marks, taking my daughter to violin class. If it wasn't you two, it was some other excessively happy couple with lots of big soulfull eyes.
Sorry, Mrs. K. Or is it Ms. K?
Sound perfect. Good luck with the job!