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Monthly Archives: February 2007
Eventful day…
On my way to work yesterday I saw a huge plume of black smoke. It was issuing from a minivan burning three blocks from my house. As I went to call 911 on my cellphone I heard the fire sirens. Here’s three pictures from a bunch that I took. I got to work, and for… Continue Reading
Billing and cooing….
About an hour ago two mourning doves took up temporary residence outside my window on top of my air conditioner. They then commenced to engage in an activity that I thought only existed in the minds of Tin Pan Alley song writers. What’s next? Will I spoon in June? No tags for this post.
Bed beckons…
First day of interviews for prospective students. it ran smoothly, but still 16 half-hour interviews with just one lunch break. No tags for this post.
A lapse into color…
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That certain feeling…
It’s the time of year when the Armory Art Fair hits New York. Over the past few years this has come to be the height of the season for the art world here. The only other events are the semi annual contemporary auctions. So everyone piles into town, galleries get into a frenzy opening shows,… Continue Reading
An evening’s entertainment…
It was a good cigar, and a good bourbon. The only downsides were no one here to prep it for me and no one to feed the smoke to, or to wear my ash or to squirm under the heat of the glowing tip. Still, I know I’ll have the opportunity in the future, so… Continue Reading
The rest….
In the dream, I look around the lawn and pick up discarded, eroded dice for my collection. I find a couple that are shaped like ten sided dowels, acid yellow with a white printed band around the middle. Warmer yesterday, and a light sprinkle of rain helped erode the snow on the streets. Supposedly heading… Continue Reading
P envy…
…as in prose style. I’m reading Joan Acocella’s Twenty-Eight Artists and Two Saints and it’s very good. The critical essay is a much more demanding form than most people might believe, particularly when one is taking the time to actually sympathetically repesent the creative processes of one’s subjects. There is a dry gravity to Acocella’s… Continue Reading
Think about the leaders….
Take a moment out of your IBR or other revels to bid good bye to Barbara Gittings. Our lives would be horribly different without her efforts. Her leadership was not the result of empty self aggrandisement, but of thoughtful compassionate action. No tags for this post.