See yesterday’s post.
Then, see what somebody sent me in the mail today.
Could Devoted and Disgruntled be one of many answers to prayers chucked like an Eli Manning Hail-Mary pass?
See yesterday’s post.
Then, see what somebody sent me in the mail today.
Could Devoted and Disgruntled be one of many answers to prayers chucked like an Eli Manning Hail-Mary pass?
It’s open. I’m speechless. Maybe these photos can speak for me. In this very crowded city, it was a wonder to get a little breathing space to think. Maybe even dream. And see other people not pushing past each other, but strolling alone or with people they like. Not in a hurry. Just…wandering. Except some crazy guy who decided to jog through there. But nevermind him.
And the best part is getting to see to see the neighborhood from views I’d never seen it from before.
So, apparently, he saw his shadow.
6 more weeks of winter. Sigh.
Have to keep warm in other ways.
In other news, I saw a reading of A. Rey Pamatmat’s Pure at Ars Nova tonight. It is the story of Alan Turing, the man whose theories gave way to the computer and was also persecuted for being gay and given estrogen injections on order of the British government as a “cure.” I hope that this play comes to you soon, because it is quite something.
Also saw Target Margin’s Ten Blocks to the Camino Royale at the Ohio on Sat with my friend McKenna Kerrigan. It an early version of O’Neill’s Camino Real. It reminded me that fantasy is an important place to run around in. Beautifully acted and realized. In the cold, in hard times, it’s important to remember the dream life. Sometimes, questions are answered there.