The Bronx is up and the Battery’s down. I should have remembered that when I mistakenly got on the F train and realized that I was headed for Coney Island instead of uptown.
Meet Me At The Met
If you like art, as I do, and you are in New York, as I am, I highly suggest that you visit the Metropolitan Museum of Art.
(btw- that’s just one of the wings inside the building)
Too large to really see everything in one day, I roamed the museum for about two and a half hours yesterday.
There is a phenomena that did not exist the last time I visited the Met, taking photographs of the art. Once considered taboo, the museum now allows it probably because so many people are doing it that they couldn’t police it. I chuckled often at the thought of all of these pictures being stored in digital shoeboxes throughout the world.
The Camera’s Eye, The Photographer’s Shake
I have a great eye for photograhpy (in my opinion). What I don’t seem to have is a great set of arms and hands for photography. Many of my pictures, including the one of a painting that I took inside the museum, are coming out blurry. Rats.
Eat, Drink, And Be Merry
Yesterday’s New York diet consisted of a diner breakfast (eggs, corned beef hash, potatoes, and coffee), a lunch stop at the restaurant at which my friend Sother was working, and a late-night (by my standards) slice of pizza.
Did I mention that I also had six beers? The final of which was one of New York’s oldest, Rheingold. Anyone want to wager on who will be starting a diet Monday?
Always Be Closing
The impetus for this trip was finding out that “GlennGary Glen Ross” was being revived as a play (starring tv’s Alan Alda). Not that I really needed reason to justify a trip to New York, coming up just to see a play seemed like the type of trip I would normally like to do, but wouldn’t. It also didn’t hurt that I was able to get a ticket in the center of the second row.
While I enjoyed the play immensely, it didn’t have the impact on me the way the movie always has.
Strange Days Are Here
After finishing up drinking with Sother I caught the 6 train headed to lower Manhattan. As I was walking down Lexington Strange Thing #1 happened — I ran into one of the three people who I know in Manhattan. That’s right, in a city of millions I coincidentally ran into one of the three people I know who live here. Go fucking figure!
Strange thing #2 occurred later in the evening. As I walked back to the hotel from the theater I noticed an arrow, then another. At the next corner I looked down to find what I had supposed — a hashing checkpoint. Yep, in the middle of lower Manhattan I accidently stumbled over Wednesday night’s New York City Hash trail.
And now for some ideas stolen from LiveJournal…
Current Mood – wishing I was a better photographer
Current Music – none
Website Of The Day – Apparently garden gnomes are being oppressed. Free The Gnomes is out to change that.
Off to explore Manhattan before heading to the Bronx….
Cheers!
Paulie [eatl/ga] in [nyc/ny]
Exhale when you snap your picture, and hold the camera close to your body. It will help steady your hand. Something like that. Bring back some of that fine picante sauce made in New York City!