I’m going to admit something right up front: I made a bad mistake when I visited the Avengers S.T.A.T.I.O.N. exhibit at Discovery Times Square. I went there on a Saturday afternoon. It was a rookie mistake, and I really should have known better.
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Just a few this week.
On July 26, Red Molly and I went to Central Park, where one of our friends was stage managing a small theatre company’s performance of Love’s Labours Lost. I’d actually give you the name of the company and the remaining performance dates (and locations; they were performing “on the green” in several parks throughout the City), but the run is finished. Sorry. It was a good show.
Anyway, we arrived just a few minutes before the show, and went to dinner right after, but in the time we were there, we got a few interesting pictures.
First, to quote Red Molly:
Oh, hai Balto!
Then, during a quick trip to the restrooms near Bethesda Fountain, Red Molly caught a view of the Mall that she just needed to capture:
More to come soon!
So today, I took part in the AIDS Walk New York, 2014.
I’m pretty tired. Normally, six miles wouldn’t wear me out this much, but there was a lot of standing around ahead of time while we listened to a seemingly endless list of speakers. Some of them had powerful and moving things to say, of course, but most just seemed to want to pat us, and themselves, on the back. Standing always tires my legs more than walking. Also, Red Molly and I did a lot of walking yesterday (as in ten miles, give or take), which probably wasn’t wise. And of course, six miles is just the course itself, not…anyway!
It was a perfect day for a walk. Bright and sunny, seventy degrees. So much better than the misery of pouring rain that we had to slog through last year.
I was glad to do a little good. It was easy enough to do.
(And so can you! Just click on the banner and follow the link. It’s not too late.)
But…I don’t feel proud. All the cheering and whooping and back-patting from the stage felt wrong.
I wasn’t there when this march was something that took courage. I’m not one of the people who has dedicated myself to a cause, or good works. There are people who do that, who deserve the cheers. I’m not one of them. For me, it was just a pleasant walk in the sunshine.
I am an unworthy servant. All I have done is my duty.
It was just a little bit of good that was easy to do. Sometimes I wish they’d just cool it with the shouting and the cheerleaders and the bands and the DJ’s and leave it at that.
Know what? I’m going to tell myself that all that stuff was there for the guy who did the walk in a wheelchair. That’s what I’m going to do. He deserves it.
As I mentioned in a recent post, my parents came to visit last weekend, and as part of their visit, we stopped by TKTS and picked up some half-price tickets to see Newsies. For those who don’t follow Broadway, Newsies is a Disney musical that opened in 2012 as a limited engagement, but which recouped its production costs more quickly than any other Disney musical, and has since become an open-ended production. In its first year, it was nominated for seven Tony awards and won two (Best Choreography and Best Original Score). The show is based on the 1992 Disney movie of the same name, and both are based on the real-life Newsboys Strike of 1899.
That’s right. Under all of the musical numbers and a thick layer of artistic license, there is an essentially true piece of New York City history here…which is actually something that makes me uncomfortable about it. But I’ll get to that.
What? Did you think I meant me? I’ve only lived here since 2003. I don’t know if I can even properly call myself a New Yorker yet, or if I have to wait until 2023. Can any native New Yorkers help me wit’ that?
Anyway, as a relative noob, far be it from me to dispute a native like Johnny. Still, I think I can soften some bits of his advice for you tourist jerks out there. Continue reading
So my girlfriend and I were visiting the sculpture garden at St. John the Divine Cathedral this weekend.
And while we’re there, we see this just sitting there on one of the benches:
Yes, that does indeed appear to be a white peacock. I have no idea what it was doing there, or who brought it. And someone had to brought it; peacocks are hardly native to New York (state or city). There was a fellow who seemed to be keeping an eye on it, but it was mostly wandering around loose, which is strange to me. It seems like a white peacock would be moderately valuable animal, and New York is full of peacock-killing threats that range from hawks to cars. It seems an odd choice for a petting-zoo animal, though it did seem reasonably docile and had the benefit of making no bigger mess than any other bird.
In the end, I gave up on trying to figure it out and just took pictures. Living in New York, man. Never know what to expect.