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Winter Arch, sunset. A good way to end the year.
Winter Arch, sunset. A good way to end the year.
Thursday, December 31, 2009
Wednesday, December 30, 2009
The First Celestial Adventure of Mr. Antipyrine, Fire Extinguisher
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In a comment on yesterday's post, my friend Virginia suggested that I am a weirdo magnet. I shall wear the title proudly. Cieldequimper wondered if this performance was, in fact, bizarre. Therefore, here's some more of the performance of Tristan Tzarda's lengthy Dada poem. Someone in this community has to serve the weirdos. Might as well be me. And speaking of weirdos, who calls their kid Tristan, even a century of more ago? Did he have a sister named Isolde?
It was disappointing that I couldn't find the text of the work online. There are reference to a number of performances of the work and a video of the whole thing on YouTube - see the link in yesterday's post to Part 1 of 4. There will be one more post about this tomorrow, then the Thursday Arch Series, then New Year's Day and the CDPB theme if I get around to it, then 2010 lying open before us.
In a comment on yesterday's post, my friend Virginia suggested that I am a weirdo magnet. I shall wear the title proudly. Cieldequimper wondered if this performance was, in fact, bizarre. Therefore, here's some more of the performance of Tristan Tzarda's lengthy Dada poem. Someone in this community has to serve the weirdos. Might as well be me. And speaking of weirdos, who calls their kid Tristan, even a century of more ago? Did he have a sister named Isolde?It was disappointing that I couldn't find the text of the work online. There are reference to a number of performances of the work and a video of the whole thing on YouTube - see the link in yesterday's post to Part 1 of 4. There will be one more post about this tomorrow, then the Thursday Arch Series, then New Year's Day and the CDPB theme if I get around to it, then 2010 lying open before us.
Tuesday, December 29, 2009
'Twas The Night After Christmas
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What? You weren't good all year? It's not just that Santa won't leave goodies. After a brief rest from his delivery duties, there's a story that Santa makes a second round, wielding a purple pick axe in retribution to the bad.
Well, nah, I just made that up. This is something from Artica. Santa here and a companion in a florescent-colored mask were reciting and acting out a long 1916 Dadaist poem, The First Celestial Adventure of Mr. Antipyrine, Fire Extinguisher by Tristan Tzara. It was pretty bleeping bizarre. I think I'll work in a bit more of this.
What? You weren't good all year? It's not just that Santa won't leave goodies. After a brief rest from his delivery duties, there's a story that Santa makes a second round, wielding a purple pick axe in retribution to the bad.Well, nah, I just made that up. This is something from Artica. Santa here and a companion in a florescent-colored mask were reciting and acting out a long 1916 Dadaist poem, The First Celestial Adventure of Mr. Antipyrine, Fire Extinguisher by Tristan Tzara. It was pretty bleeping bizarre. I think I'll work in a bit more of this.
Monday, December 28, 2009
Blood and Rain
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It rained all day and all evening in New York on Saturday. Street parking is hard to find in the city, particularly in Manhattan, but this "emergency blood transport vehicle" found a place to rest in the downpour just outside the restaurant where the family dined that night. The choice of the retro-looking Chevy is interesting.
It rained all day and all evening in New York on Saturday. Street parking is hard to find in the city, particularly in Manhattan, but this "emergency blood transport vehicle" found a place to rest in the downpour just outside the restaurant where the family dined that night. The choice of the retro-looking Chevy is interesting.Sunday, December 27, 2009
Dining Out In New York City
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If you have to ask, you can't afford it. Eating out in Manhattan can be a financial challenge. A very large gaggle of Crowes, Wilsons, Marks and assorted hangers-on went out to dinner last night at Piccolo Angolo, an Italian restaurant in the West Village. You can spend much more money on a meal in NYC but this place gets fabulous reviews from diners and it can be hard to get a table, especially a really long one. My brother-in-law's secretary's second cousin's nephew's godfather is the owner, or something like that. That opened doors but the transaction was to be in cash. We were happy. Just don't tell the IRS.
If you have to ask, you can't afford it. Eating out in Manhattan can be a financial challenge. A very large gaggle of Crowes, Wilsons, Marks and assorted hangers-on went out to dinner last night at Piccolo Angolo, an Italian restaurant in the West Village. You can spend much more money on a meal in NYC but this place gets fabulous reviews from diners and it can be hard to get a table, especially a really long one. My brother-in-law's secretary's second cousin's nephew's godfather is the owner, or something like that. That opened doors but the transaction was to be in cash. We were happy. Just don't tell the IRS.
Saturday, December 26, 2009
STL DPB In The Air: Home
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Oh, there's no place like home for the holidays, Perry Como sang years ago when the family gathered around the black and white television. I got some of it on Christmas Day, flying from St. Louis to New York's La Guardia Airport to join my family for the weekend. My youngest sister, the only one left in the area, still lives in the New Jersey suburb we emigrated to when the family left Queens in 1966. The plane descended right over Sunnyside, my old neighborhood. Click the link for a picture of PS 150, where I went to school through third grade, when Queen of Angels parish opened a Catholic school. Times change: the church is still there but the school closed two years ago.
The picture above looks toward Manhattan over Newtown Creek, which forms the western part of the border between Brooklyn and Queens.
Below: - Midtown Manhattan, from the Empire State Building on the left to the United Nations on the right.
- Sunnyside. Note the location of Queen of Angels and my family's apartment building. CDBP veteran Ming the Merciless lived in the same block until he relocated to Bangor, Maine.
- Sunnyside, looking at the graceful concrete arches of the Number 7 line that runs down Queens Boulevard. The station at the lower right is where this picture was taken a year ago.
It feels good to be home.
BY THE WAY: Gateway is back - finally!
Oh, there's no place like home for the holidays, Perry Como sang years ago when the family gathered around the black and white television. I got some of it on Christmas Day, flying from St. Louis to New York's La Guardia Airport to join my family for the weekend. My youngest sister, the only one left in the area, still lives in the New Jersey suburb we emigrated to when the family left Queens in 1966. The plane descended right over Sunnyside, my old neighborhood. Click the link for a picture of PS 150, where I went to school through third grade, when Queen of Angels parish opened a Catholic school. Times change: the church is still there but the school closed two years ago. The picture above looks toward Manhattan over Newtown Creek, which forms the western part of the border between Brooklyn and Queens.
Below: - Midtown Manhattan, from the Empire State Building on the left to the United Nations on the right.
- Sunnyside. Note the location of Queen of Angels and my family's apartment building. CDBP veteran Ming the Merciless lived in the same block until he relocated to Bangor, Maine.
- Sunnyside, looking at the graceful concrete arches of the Number 7 line that runs down Queens Boulevard. The station at the lower right is where this picture was taken a year ago.
It feels good to be home.
BY THE WAY: Gateway is back - finally!
Friday, December 25, 2009
I'm Dreaming Of A Wet Christmas
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Merry Christmas from St. Louis and peace to men of good will. And to the other ones, too. To all of us.
Merry Christmas from St. Louis and peace to men of good will. And to the other ones, too. To all of us.
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