Play Time
You know how i feel about playing - can never have enough of it. Great playtime leads to creativity - not always great art, unfortunately, but that's more of a function of my trial/error methodology than anything else.
I got the camera. I am now taking pictures of anything that sits still long enough and some things that run away as soon as they see me whip out my tiny, teeny digital Nikon. (thanks, Kay, for the Best Buys suggestion. It was the best price, too.)
Yesterday I did a Play Date with myself in Central Park. Since the Gates are coming down on Monday, I decided to take a trolley tour of the Park. After this weekend, the trolley is only traversing the periphery of the park, so this was my last opportunity to go through the park and way the hell uptown without walking it. I paid my $20.00, got my coffee and muffin and waited on line. Unfortunatly, the trolleys were run by the Grey Line - second only to Daffy Duck in organizational acumen. They're a jaundiced and lackluster group to say the least. Here's an example of why I dislkike them as much as I hate their nasty double-decker buses: I had a lovely, itty bitty little lady who must have been in her 80's sitting next to me. She came down from West Point to see this thing - all by herself. She asked the guide, a misanthrope who appeared to be quite hostile about having not been discovered as a stand-up comic by now, to "slow down" his none too witty patter so she could understand him. Boredom seemed to be propelling him at the speed of light. That, combined with his NY accent, made him pretty darn indistinguishable - and undistinguished. He hit her with enough sarcasm to slow her down for only a minute, but he did himself in with me. Nonetheless, she let it roll off her back, and I hated him for the both of us, so it worked out alright.
I elected to disembark on the west side at 72nd St., so that I could make my way over to the Historical Society. They're currently having an exhibit of Audubon paintings by the great man. They've done quite a nice job of integrating bird sounds (via a stereo system) with the actual exhibit. It was fun. My favorite is the Pelican - he's weird & wonderful and about 4 feet high - the best. While there, I decided to visit the permanent collection on the 4th floor. It's my idea of the best attic in the world. A little musty, and a whole lot of stuff. The needlework collection is very modest and not worth the trip unless you're going anyway. I love the "everyday" objects. These are the things people used regularly that showed the routine of their days and the pattern of their behavior.
I like to imagine what conclusions would be gleaned if someone came across my attic office and/or belongings in another 100 years. Fabulous fiber fiend? Interesting person? Messy Mom? It's a fun question and since I spend a lot of time on my own, I'm always asking myself questions - usually outloud.
After that, I went to Wild Lily Tea Room. Look here: (http://www.wildlilytearoom.com/tea_room/index.html It's one of my all time favorite places in Chelsea. Check it out, go often, stay long, knit. I do all this and did it again with my pal Bruce who I taught to knit abut 18 months ago, and who has eclipsed me in number of projects completed and given away by 3 fold.
Tomorrow night - I am conquering the riddle of the picture posting, so check back again soon. In the meantime, many thanks to Liz who was kind enough to post a picture of one of my latest little projects on her website. The bag is cute, but it can't hold a candle (not that it was ever intended for that purpose) to its new owner: Jamie.
As we can all see, I am still helplessly lost in terms of posting pictures. I am not an art director, but I darn well know these picture should be properly staggered. Unlike my blogging pals, I do not have this blogging stuff down pat. I have the wrong host and a complete lack of patience. However, my heart is in the right place - though i have no picture of it to prove it so. Any suggestions are welcome.
I got the camera. I am now taking pictures of anything that sits still long enough and some things that run away as soon as they see me whip out my tiny, teeny digital Nikon. (thanks, Kay, for the Best Buys suggestion. It was the best price, too.)
Yesterday I did a Play Date with myself in Central Park. Since the Gates are coming down on Monday, I decided to take a trolley tour of the Park. After this weekend, the trolley is only traversing the periphery of the park, so this was my last opportunity to go through the park and way the hell uptown without walking it. I paid my $20.00, got my coffee and muffin and waited on line. Unfortunatly, the trolleys were run by the Grey Line - second only to Daffy Duck in organizational acumen. They're a jaundiced and lackluster group to say the least. Here's an example of why I dislkike them as much as I hate their nasty double-decker buses: I had a lovely, itty bitty little lady who must have been in her 80's sitting next to me. She came down from West Point to see this thing - all by herself. She asked the guide, a misanthrope who appeared to be quite hostile about having not been discovered as a stand-up comic by now, to "slow down" his none too witty patter so she could understand him. Boredom seemed to be propelling him at the speed of light. That, combined with his NY accent, made him pretty darn indistinguishable - and undistinguished. He hit her with enough sarcasm to slow her down for only a minute, but he did himself in with me. Nonetheless, she let it roll off her back, and I hated him for the both of us, so it worked out alright.
I elected to disembark on the west side at 72nd St., so that I could make my way over to the Historical Society. They're currently having an exhibit of Audubon paintings by the great man. They've done quite a nice job of integrating bird sounds (via a stereo system) with the actual exhibit. It was fun. My favorite is the Pelican - he's weird & wonderful and about 4 feet high - the best. While there, I decided to visit the permanent collection on the 4th floor. It's my idea of the best attic in the world. A little musty, and a whole lot of stuff. The needlework collection is very modest and not worth the trip unless you're going anyway. I love the "everyday" objects. These are the things people used regularly that showed the routine of their days and the pattern of their behavior.
I like to imagine what conclusions would be gleaned if someone came across my attic office and/or belongings in another 100 years. Fabulous fiber fiend? Interesting person? Messy Mom? It's a fun question and since I spend a lot of time on my own, I'm always asking myself questions - usually outloud.
After that, I went to Wild Lily Tea Room. Look here: (http://www.wildlilytearoom.com/tea_room/index.html It's one of my all time favorite places in Chelsea. Check it out, go often, stay long, knit. I do all this and did it again with my pal Bruce who I taught to knit abut 18 months ago, and who has eclipsed me in number of projects completed and given away by 3 fold.
Tomorrow night - I am conquering the riddle of the picture posting, so check back again soon. In the meantime, many thanks to Liz who was kind enough to post a picture of one of my latest little projects on her website. The bag is cute, but it can't hold a candle (not that it was ever intended for that purpose) to its new owner: Jamie.
As we can all see, I am still helplessly lost in terms of posting pictures. I am not an art director, but I darn well know these picture should be properly staggered. Unlike my blogging pals, I do not have this blogging stuff down pat. I have the wrong host and a complete lack of patience. However, my heart is in the right place - though i have no picture of it to prove it so. Any suggestions are welcome.
posted by pjjhowe at Friday, February 25, 2005
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