this the feeling i’m going for today.
just f.y.i. . . .
“It is the supreme art of the teacher to awaken joy in creative expression and knowledge.”
~ Albert Einstein
may all be happy
this the feeling i’m going for today.
just f.y.i. . . .
“It is the supreme art of the teacher to awaken joy in creative expression and knowledge.”
~ Albert Einstein
may all be happy
3 stretch limos waited outside, 2 already occupied by joan’s two assistants and some family members who preceded melisa and cooper. shortly after 10:30 am, melissa & cooper left joan’s home at 1 east 62nd street.
a beautiful display of flowers and tributes covered half of the entrance to the building.
i arrived at temple emanu el before the limos and if it were not for the m-1 city buses interrupting the view from the press camp located all the way across the avenue, i would have been able to show you more pictures. how did they not close 5th avenue?? this was joan rivers’ funeral! of course, the peeps from nbc, cbs, cnn, people magazine, ect… had anticipated this and came armed with ladders. i spent 2 hours looking for tiny spaces in between ladder rungs, tripods and body parts trying to secure spot large enough to fit my lens through. lesson learned.
all of the news media peeps were in crews. there were reporters, camera peeps, videographers and the assistants uploading live feed onto their computers. by now you’ve no doubt already seen the celebrity arrivals in pictures splashed all over the news so i won’t bore you with mine, but i will tell you about the parts of the ceremony that the big outlets didn’t dwell on.
the lane of roadway closest to the temple was reserved for cars and limos dropping off guests – most had drivers. then there was the person who pulled up in a beautiful light green maybach. i couldn’t see who it was as the view was obstructed by a double decker tourist bus filled with people taking pictures of the crowds and people in the press pit. it was pretty comical as they focused on the press camp and never thought to look across the street where all the celebrities were wandering about. back to the maybach. apparently the guest who arrived in the maybach drove himself. he must be used to having a driver as he forgot to take his keys when he exited his car. for the following 30 minutes or so, the maybach blocked the entrance to the to the temple so the following guests had to get out of their cars up the block and walk to the entrance. It took about 8 cops and two tow trucks, further obstructing my view, to jimmy the locks on the maybach and drive it away.
just one hour after the service began, the front doors to the temple opened and out poured well over a dozen bag-pipers. for this, they closed fifth avenue and i was grateful for the unobstructed views – until the bagpipers lined up directly in front to me.
they played as melissa and cooper got into the their limo.
all the other guests followed melissa out of the temple and waited for their drivers to arrive with their car.
then – the second most amazing thing happened. a cop moved the barrier and allowed the press to cross the street. aproximately 3 seconds later, i was standing in the middle of a crowd of people that included whoopie goldberg, matthew broderick, charlie rose, barbara walters, kathy lee, and all the rest. i wasn’t exactly sure what to do so i stood back and thought i would observe the pros from abc, nbc, cbs, ect., and then just do what they did. each ‘team’ sent a reporter to a celeb and asked some questions while the camera person filmed and a third person uploaded the story for ‘live coverage.’ i did not have a crew. should i just walk up to geraldo or kelly osbourne and start asking questions? before i had time to answer my own question, matthew broderick walked by and i concentrated solely on the photo op.
i knew sara jessica parker couldn’t be far behind so i stood still and scanned the crowd until i saw her heading my way. she was just several feet away from me when the first most amazing thing happened – – my camera died! it just stopped. i tried to remain cool while i frantically turned my camera on and off several dozen times; dug through my bag for the spare and changed the battery; dug through my bag again for the second spare and loaded that battery; changed the settings . . . . and everything else i could think of. . . . .
i finally came to understand it was simply my electronic disorder rearing it’s ugly head at the worst possible time, and tried not to cry. then i went home.
here are some of the shots i managed to get prior to the death of my most favorite possession . . . .
rest easy, joan – i hope the celebration was everything you wished for.
“I succeeded by saying what everyone else is thinking.”
~ Joan Rivers
in nyc you’ll find people of all colors, shapes & sizes – animals too. since most residents ‘weekend out east‘, on sunday, i hung out with this guy in central park.
“Life was never meant to be a struggle, just a gentle progression from one point to another, much like walking through a valley on a sunny day.”
~ Stewart Wilde
a day, a week, a month ~ it can seem like forever ~ almost never ending, and it can seem like just yesterday ~ both perceptions happening simultaneously.
how does that work?
“Time moves in one direction, memory in another.”
~ William Gibson
strolling through central park, i found myself wondering, what has happened to the turtles?
“Everything in the universe has a purpose. Indeed, the invisible intelligence that flows through everything in a purposeful fashion is also flowing through you.”
~ Wayne Dyer
even though it’s down-pouring outside, it feels good to be heading back towards the city today. i’ll leave susan’s secret retreat today, spend 2 days in jersey, and wake up in my own bed on east 52nd street on sunday morning. :)
it’s been raining here for the last 3 days which means no cell phone service, and intermittent internet. i have to keep watching the modem – and if the green light goes on, i make a mad rush to the computer to check my e-mail. sometimes i can get through 3 or 4 before the internet goes out again. although this may have been the quietest summer i’ve ever experienced, i did manage to meet 2 people and several hundred animals – all of which i will tell you about when i get back to civilization. in the mean time, i will leave you with some pictures of this amazing place in upstsate ny.
here ivan is enjoying the view from the deck at sunset:
the local cuisine:
interesting reading material:
some of my new friends:
and a flower encircled silo:
a giant ‘thank you’ to susan for lending me this wonderful space for the summer. i am forever grateful to you! (and if you’re interested, she’ll rent it to you – just let me know – the fall is spectacular and there’s skiing just around the corner. )
i’m expecting some miracles this week. i’m very excited about it and i’ve decided to expect some every day from now on.
just keeping you up to date.
Acts of kindness, however small – a smile, a compliment, a helping hand – plant seeds of hope, love, and beauty in a spectacular garden you’ll one day call home.
Talk about ‘Miracle Grow,’
~ The Universe
“I remember walking across Sixty-second Street one twilight that first spring, or the second spring, they were all alike for a while. I was late to meet someone but I stopped at Lexington Avenue and bought a peach and stood on the corner eating it and knew that I had come out out of the West and reached the mirage. I could taste the peach and feel the soft air blowing from a subway grating on my legs and I could smell lilac and garbage and expensive perfume and I knew that it would cost something sooner or later — because I did not belong there, did not come from there — but when you are twenty-two or twenty-three, you figure that later you will have a high emotional balance, and be able to pay whatever it costs. I still believed in possibilities then, still had the sense, so peculiar to New York, that something extraordinary would happen any minute, any day, any month.”
~ Joan Didion
back on retreat! well, sort of. . . i’ll be spending a good part of the summer out of the city and i’m currently enjoying another week at my friend susan’s house in upstate ny, which i refer to as susan’s resort. the resort is on a mountain in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by trees, amazing landscapes and all kinds of wild beasts. everyday, rain or shine, i am compelled to go for a long ride to take pictures.
on today’s journey i was listening to wayne dyer speak about the tao by lao tzu. tao is chinese for ‘the way’. i’ve listened to this cd many times over the last several years and never get tired of wayne dyer speaking about lessons of the tao, which of course any taoist knows, cannot actually be spoken of. if you don’t get that – no worries. to simplify the idea, i can only suggest that it says something along the lines of, ‘we need do nothing for all to be done perfectly’.
after driving for about an hour or so, i realized that i hadn’t noticed any real photo ops. this has never happened before. i always see something photo worthy on my excursions up here in god’s country. maybe i was so into listening to wayne, i had driven right by places that i normally would have stopped for a photo or two. how unusual. i decided to pay particular attention to the scenery and looked carefully so that i would be sure not to miss any beasts hiding deep in the woods. driving about 5 mph for the last 10 miles home, i looked and looked as i listened to wayne talk about finding peace through the tao and how all that is, is already perfect, ect. . . .
as i drove up the driveway of susan’s resort, i was astonished that i had arrived home picture-less. normally this would have upset me but i felt happy to have had the opportunity to listen to wayne talk about the tao suggesting that to be one with what is, is the way to peace or, (in my words) all things happen for a reason & if you just go with that, you’ll have peace.
when i got out of the car, i let ivan out of the back seat and then went around to the passenger side to get my bag and my camera. i almost laughed out loud when i discovered my camera wasn’t in the car, but had been sitting on the kitchen counter inside the house the entire time.
wouldn’t that just be the way of it??
“The wise man is one who, knows, what he does not know.”
~ Lao Tzu,
Tao Te Ching
i was just about to step off the curb to cross 61st street on first avenue today when i noticed a cab trying to manifest a middle lane in between two cars. he was not very successful.
so this poor couple who were just driving along, minding their own business, now have a crashed up car because the cabbie thought he could save 2 seconds getting to where ever it was he was headed.
the man who’s car was struck by the time-crazed cabbie got out to assess the situation. he asked the cabbie, in a much calmer tone than i may have had, to straighten his wheels and back up. the cab driver put the car in reverse without straightening the wheels first, and proceeded to re- swipe the entire length of the passenger side of the car, much to the horror of the woman sitting inside.
the people who had been stopped at the red light on first avenue eventually got tired of waiting for the cab driver to figure out how to get out of the middle of the intersection and when the light turned green, they drove right up the avenue as if there wasn’t a giant accident in the middle of the road.
and therein lies all the excitement i have for this tuesday.
keep calm & carry on . . . .
“Everyone ought to bear patiently the results of his own conduct.”
it’s been 5 days on my country hiatus now and i’m thinking of heading back to the city later this afternoon. so far today i’ve seen 3 deer, 1 blue jay and a woodpecker and look what i found yesterday:
i’m taking this as a sign from the universe that it just may be time to get back to the crowds in the city . . .
“If you do not change direction, you may end up where you are heading.”
~ Lao Tzu
i’ve been on my country hiatus for 4 days now and i’ve only seen 6 or 7 people, but i have managed to make some new friends. the folks up here have much less to say than city peeps, and when they do speak, it’s hard to understand what they’re really saying. luckily i have ivan with me to translate. meet the new crew:
and the translator:
“The greatness of a nation and its moral progress can be judged by the way in which its animals are treated.”
my brother once reminded me of the saying, “if you need something done, give it to a busy person.” this is so true – at least for me. ever since i lost my job, i have become less organized by the day, and have a hard time getting things done – which is very unlike me – at least the me i used to be.
i make lists. and lots of sticky notes for myself too. lists and notes used to keep me organized but these days, they just accumulate alongside all of the unopened bills that keep arriving in my mailbox. my lists, notes and bills have formed into a giant pile which i occasionally move around the apartment. it is way past time for action! so i called up my friend susan, who owns an awesome house two and a half hours outside of the city and asked if i could use it for several days to organize the pile of papers and make an action plan for what to with my life. she agreed it would be good for me and gave me the keys. ivan and i headed out around noon on wednesday.
so here i am with ivan, in the middle of the woods, in an awesome house with magnificent views and no distractions – except for the 2 amazon sized hawks that just nearly crashed into the huge glass wall in front of which i am sitting. wow – that wasn’t something you experience everyday. hawks fly high and if i were in the valley below, they would have been off in the distance, like i’m used to seeing hawks. but this house sits on the top of a mountain and it really looked like they were coming in for a landing right into the living room!
it’s been pretty windy up here in the woods so when i heard strange noises right after the near fatal attack of the hawks, i attributed it to the wind. it seemed like a good time to take a break from staring at my piles of papers and go outside for a possible hawk photo opportunity. there i was, just standing on the deck quietly admiring the amazing mountain view and waiting for some hawks, when all of the sudden i was startled by very loud noises which seemed to be very close to me. even ivan was alarmed and he can barely hear anything anymore. i quickly turned around in an attempt to locate the source of the noise and just overhead, directly above the glass wall they had almost crashed into earlier, were two of the biggest hawks i’ve ever seen, duking it out on the roof – a bird fight! i was so surprised and they were so close to my head, i torpedoed inside and i missed the photo op! i’m not scared of birds, at least i never thought i was, but having two hawks with 6 foot wing spans brawling less than 10 feet from your head is a bit frightening for any city girl. once inside, i remembered that i had never heard of death by hawk for anyone so i returned to the deck. by that time, they must have resolved their issues and had stopped the fight. i got several pix of them leaving the roof.
more adventures to come, stay tuned!
“I thank you God for this most amazing day, for the leaping greenly spirits of trees, and for the blue dream of sky and for everything which is natural, which is infinite, which is yes.”
~ e. e. cummings
i found this picture on facebook & it pretty much sums it up for me:
“Never make your most important decisions when you are in your worst moods. Wait. Be patient. The storm will pass. The spring will come.”
~ Robert H. Schuller
i was never much into parades, even as a kid. they always seem too crowded and uninteresting when there are so many other cool things you could be doing in the city that has everything. . . then 2 things changed. 1. i got my press pass which allows me to get into open spaces away from the crowds and take photos without someone banging my elbow as i press the shutter button, or waving a paper flag right into the center of my shot. and 2., last year when i discovered that the easter parade isn’t a parade at all! the easter parade is just a whole lot of people aimlessly wandering around 5th avenue which is closed between 47th and 57th streets for the occasion. people get all dressed up for the sole purpose of having their picture taken in their best bonnets and it’s crazy fun. here are some of my observations about the nyc easter parade:
first, the easter bunny looks nothing like the white fluffy one i knew growing up in the suburbs of nj:
second, some people apparently confuse easter with halloween – which i like because halloween is my second favorite holiday, following my birthday:
the creativity is amazing! everyone wants to be seen and they all want to be photographed which makes a press pass completely unnecessary – when they see a camera, they come to you and pose for a shot.
as you see, the ‘bonnets’ were exceptional which may have made this woman feel like hers wasn’t quite good enough to flaunt, so she just carried her bonnet.
i loved this guy because he had a great bonnet with a troll in it – and he also had awesome eggs. he hand painted his eggs and filled them all with an intention of love – i love that!
if i were the bonnet judge, these two would have received the 1st runners up award just for being so incredibly cool:
but this lady would have received my vote for first prize. not only did she have the biggest bonnet, i have to credit her for lugging it around all day with a smile on her face.
subconsciously it may have just reminded me of the meaning of the day.
i hope your day was happy – blessings to all!
“The symbolic language of the crucifixion is the death of the old paradigm; resurrection is a leap into a whole new way of thinking.”
~ Deepak Chopra
do pedestrians now have to stop for cars? because i thought it was the other way around and now i don’t know what to do. if you have information on this, please let me know. thank you in advance for your help.
“I know that you believe you understand what you think I said, but I’m not sure you realize that what you heard is not what I meant.”
i want to take this time to publicly thank the city for it’s sheer awesomeness! just imagine all of the greatness that is unfolding on this tiny island as i write . it’s almost hard to wrap your head around it all . . . .
i took the bus this week. it was the m15 which travels up 1st avenue. it was an enjoyable ride up 1st avenue and i did a lot of excellent people watching. i was amazed at the lady directly across the isle from me who managed to remove a contact lens with one swoop of her finger and no mirror. i was even more astounded when she popped the lens into her mouth, rolled it around a bit with her tongue and then placed it back in her eye.
directly in front of me sat a boy who appeared to be about 2 years old, along with his mother. apparently in fear of bus germs, mom slathered the boys hands with a humungous sized dollop of purell and spent the next five minutes trying to rub it all in. immediately upon the release of his freshly sanitized hands, he licked his palms and announced, “that tastes good!”
“It’s a troublesome world. All the people who’re in it
are troubled with troubles almost every minute.
You ought to be thankful, a whole heaping lot,
for the places and people you’re lucky you’re not.”
~ Dr. Seuss
i think it’s funny how some people discard their christmas trees the moment christmas is over. i imagine there are several reasons;
1. they are just not that into the ho, ho, ho of the season and relish the day it’s behind them
2. they have had enough of the cat climbing the tree and smashing many ornaments in the process
3. the dog thinks the tree is an indoor port-a-potty
4. they’ve fled to paris or some exotic island to ring in the new year, leaving the staff in charge of tree disposal prior to their return to the city.
there may be other reasons, but those are the first that come to mind. of course there are the peeps whom prolong the merriment of the season throughout the entire month of january and some into february. whatever the case, dying trees line the city streets from the end of december through mid february.
this year i’ve noticed something quite odd about the discarded trees. maybe you can explain. take a look at these east midtown pix and see if you notice anything odd.
have you noticed anything unusual about these discarded trees? every day since christmas, i see the same thing and i have yet to figure it out. what is confusing me is why not one tree has a shred of tinsel left on it. i haven’t had a tree in many years, but i can clearly remember that it is virtually impossible to remove every single strand of tinsel from a decorated tree. did i miss the news about the tinsel ban? did something terrible happen with tinsel and it’s no longer available? how can people properly decorate a christmas tree without tinsel? have tinsel-less trees become all the rage and no one bothered to tell me?
I have spent an inordinate amount of time looking for evidence of tinsel everywhere in the east fifties and have yet to see even one stray strand anywhere.
there has not even been one small piece of remaining garland hiding in the branches.
can someone please tell me what is going on?
“To perceive Christmas through its wrappings becomes more difficult with every year. “
~ E. B. White
established in 1999, i have walked by these numbers on the building in union square countless times. until this week, by the time i get home, i completely forget about my intention to look online to find out just exactly what the numbers represent.
as a public service to all new yorkers with adhd, i offer the following straight from wikipedia:
On the left side of the work is a set of fifteen large LED digits, called “The Passage”, which display the time in24-hour format. The seven leftmost digits show the time in conventional 24-hour format, as hours (2 digits), minutes (2 digits), seconds (2 digits), tenths of a second (1 digit). The seven rightmost digits display the amount of time remaining in a 24-hour day, as tenths of a second (1 digit), seconds (2 digits), minutes (2 digits), hours (2 digits). The center digit represents hundredths of a second, and appears as a blur.
For instance, if the clock reads “195641188180304” (as in the picture at right), it means that time is 19:56 (7:56 PM) and 41.1 seconds, and that there are 04 hours, 03 minutes, and 18.8 seconds remaining in the day. (wikipedia)
“Life is all memory, except for the one present moment that goes by you so quickly you hardly catch it going”
1. wake up way too early (thank you, ivan).
2. walk dog, meditate, shower, check e-mails, straighten apartment, walk dog again.
3. hear very loud explosions directly below my windows on 1st avenue.
4. look out window and see only thick clouds of heavy smoke, preventing view of buildings directly across the street.
5. panic (naturally)
6. grab camera, get ivan, bang on all doors alerting everyone on the 12th floor and begin the descent down as fast as possible carrying 70 lb dog and my camera.
7. walk traumatized dog 1/2 way down smoke filled block before noticing angry officer screaming at me to get inside.
8. spend the next 2 hours sneaking outside for some pictures, getting yelled at and waiting in the lobby with many neighbors – waiting for the elevator to be turned back on.
9. persuade building porter to let me take elevator by convincing him of my impending death if
a.) i have to carry ivan up 12 flights or
b.) i have to stand in the lobby one more second.
10. watch cops, firemen and con ed peeps from 12th floor and wonder if i am actually safer up stairs or in lobby should the building blow.
11. it is now around 4:30 and beginning to get dark outside. all building electricity goes out. stairwells & hallways are so dark i could not see anything other than pure blackness.
12. light many candles & check on elderly neighbor with emphysema to see if he has candles and a back up generator for his oxygen tank. he’s ok for now.
14. wait some more
15. feed ivan his dinner & continue waiting.
16. notice ivan by door signaling strong desire to go out.
17. carry 70lb dog down 12 flights for second time today.
18. return from walk with ivan and leave him with friends on the second floor (thank you monica & eddie).
19. wander aimlessly through midtown for a couple of hours spying on people being all cozy in their well lit apartments.
20. return home approximately 30 minutes before electricity came back some time around 9:30 pm – waited, walked the dog, reset the clocks and watched a movie.
this is not what i had planned for the day.
“First comes thought; then organization of that thought, into ideas and plans; then transformation of those plans into reality. The beginning, as you will observe, is in your imagination.”
~ Napoleon Hill