Weekend Over The Hudson

It was very high

This was at the Walkway Over The Hudson, once a rail bridge, now a public park ... and very high up indeed.

We had a wonderful weekend break in Beacon, New York, about an hour and a half's train ride from the city. We went to  Dia: Beacon, a vast and luminous modern art gallery, with some really breathtaking stuff, some more conventional but still thought provoking work, some playful (I loved an area where taut cord gave the illusion of massive geometric planes intersecting with the building) as well as some work that was clearly meant to convey some deep or serious meaning but perhaps was viewed after our bullshit-meters had topped out. I copied this from the description of one installation:

Having traveled from Germany to Manhattan wrapped in felt, Beuys spent a week in a room with coyote.

I was in stitches at this, and Krissa had to take me to a room with gargantuan iron spiral forms until I calmed down.

We were given inaccurate information by our car rental place on how to reach them, so they bumped us up to a BMW to compensate, which was great fun, and in drizzle and mist we went to the amazing Storm King, a huge outdoor art park, made all the more enjoyable by us having the big open spaces virtually to ourselves...

Storm King
A little while ago I was riding the train from Albany to New York City. The suited and respectable looking gentleman in the seat in front of me was having a very interesting conversation, so I wrote it down:

"I don't know. For as long as I've been aware of the penal code, it's been spelt with an H."


"Perhaps someone some time ago in the state system decided that it was less exotic with an H. That spelling it with a J was too foreign or hispanic."


"Well the law in New York is interesting because it doesn't extend to *deactivated* marihuana seeds. Right."


"I don't know how you deactivate them, they can't germinate, or grow. Right."


"Well the reason for this is that deactivated marihuana seeds are a principle ingredient in parakeet food. Right."


"Well I suppose, but that's the main reason I'm aware of why the law does not extend to the deactivated seeds...to protect *pause* well...their owners."

(At this point I laughed out loud but pretended it was at something else)

"Well, you and I are probably now two out of perhaps six people in New York State that know this. Right! Anyway, you know where I am if you need me for anything else. Bye."

Rude Mechanical

I wrote a play. I think it is quite funny.

It is a play based on an idea I had some time ago - that of a Private Eye with a metaphorical difficulty.

Entry is free, and you are welcome.

I will post pictures.


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