Kitty and I rode our bikes to Red Hook this morning for some brunch at Hope & Anchor (pictured). Our cheeks were rosy red from the cold weather.
After a satisfying meal of eggs and hash (and excellent coffee), we rode over to IKEA and picked up some stuff for the kitchen. I also got some cups and cookware for the office. I had to ride one-handed all the way back home in order to carry everything. To bike around this late in the year is awesome. I also love productive Sunday mornings.
Always a bit scary, but they're fun to look at, especially when people are at the top working. Modern day dinosaurs. (on 36th and 5th Ave)
Today was the second time I attempted a garbage bag poncho for Chocolate. I think it turned out much better. I used a Glad ForceFlex, cut a small hole up top for his head, and secured it with the doggie harness and an orange headband. The first pic is from my first try, which was okay, but he kept shaking he bag off his back. It kept him pretty dry although his face and ears got soaked.
On my way out of the office late last night, I spotted a binder with a missing cover that had a bunch of cut-out photos, both color and black & white, pasted on its pages. Upon closer examination, I realized that these were cut-outs of naked women posing nude or in very revealing lingerie. Like any sensible dude, I stood there and went through all the pages, carefully trying to make sense of this odd collection. There must have been at least fifty pages of cut-outs from porno mags of varying lewdness (or sophistication, if you'd like to put it that way), and looking at the hairstyles of the women, it seemed like these photos were from at least ten years ago if not longer. The first few pages were exclusively of Asian women, leading me to wonder if this was a particular fetish collection, but it began to diversify in later pages.
As I reviewed these pages (with my gloves on - just to be safe), I wondered how much work it took to create this binder and if these pages were created all at once or over a long period of time. There was a part of me that wanted to call it an art piece and take it home, but I realized it would probably be neglected after its initial day of being interesting and took pics of a few pages instead. I also thought about how fast and easy it is to access porn these days online and how maybe these kinds of pieces - as distasteful they may be for some - may become relics of a time when porn was regularly enjoyed in print form.
Note: I put a black image for the first pic since the rest of the pics are probably NSFW.
Christianity has always held my interest. I grew up a preacher's kid, always enjoyed talking about religion with my leftist/Marxist Christian parents, and loved scrutinizing the right-wing, bigoted sermons of my youth pastor, a former gang-banger turned tongues-speaking faithful. By the time I got to college, I was as anti-Christian as I could be and a fierce atheist. My final exam in Contemporary Civilization, a thorough 20+ pages of handwritten Christian-bashing, earned me an A. Today, I'm a bit more tempered in my approach and a lot more careful in thinking about the people I consider Christians. It is a diverse designation with a whole range of beliefs, principles, and cultures. While some Christians, notably Evangelicals and other socially conservative types, may irritate me with their agendas, it would be unfair to accuse the whole lot of being that way.
Reading the Paris Review interview of author Marilynne Robinson was a breath of fresh air. In the intro, it is simply stated: "Robinson is a Christian whose faith is not easily reduced to generalities." And I've excerpted some parts (perhaps too much, but all her answers are good!) of the interview below to show what I mean. I have a feeling most Christians I know are not like this, but it's nice knowing how flexible Christianity can be to encompass someone like her. ROBINSON
I remember going to a Norman Rockwell exhibit at the Guggenheim Museum about 4-5 years ago. There's a certain innocence and charm to his depiction of Middle America. You also have to give him credit for inspiring pieces like The Four Freedoms, which solidified the message of FDR's Four Freedoms speech in the American imagination.




What always troubled me about Norman Rockwell was that his artwork of peaceful and happy America had a marginalizing effect. It's what you hope is not true of most white Americans - that their vision of an ideal America is a safe and pleasant America in which everyone else is white and smiling.

And then I came across this - The Problem We All Live With (1964)

And I thought to myself - gee, wouldn't it have been great if Rockwell was still around to capture the events of Nov. 4 and also do for Barack what he did for JFK?

Watched a Broadway play tonight - a revival of David Mamet's Speed the Plow, which first came out in 1988. This time, the lead was Jeremy Piven, best known as Ari Gold from Entourage. And in the female lead role was none other than Peggy Olson -er- Elizabeth Moss of Mad Men fame. It's about two Hollywood producers looking to make big bucks with an action movie when a temp secretary comes between them and pushes her own agenda. Short review: second act sucked big-time. The lines they had for Elizabeth Moss was terrible - felt bad for her role - and the play has a forceful air as it ends with a whimper.
The last three plays I've watched - this one, Thurgood starring Laurence Fishbourne, and Beckett's Endgame have all been pretty disappointing. I wonder if it is because I am an ill-informed and impatient theater audience member or if these plays actually do a terrible job of connecting. Not sure. And not sure if I want to fork over more dollars to sit through these painful productions (well, Thurgood was at least entertaining in a sentimental way). Perhaps I should check out $20 off-Broadway shows with quirky stories and enthusiastic performances.