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jaicat, I managed to get out of the house and into the city, which turned out to be fun. Of course any outing with kitty is fun, despite the serious cases of linoleum legs I got by the end. Bah. You walk everyfrigginwhere in NY, I'm so not in shape for it anymore. Oh well, good workout :)
Left the house with Vicki's hubbypoo as we were going in the same direction subwaywise. Had a great conversation with him where I got to exercise my "look look I'm a big ass subway nerd!" muscles a bit. He's a federal transportation planner, so he's a great person to discuss the finer points of public transport in various cities with. Gracious. We managed to cover New York, Boston, and the DC area in the same conversation. But yeah, Reggie's cool - he's the one that got me hooked on Sim City back in the Win 3.1 days. Still love it.
Was a little later than I thought I'd be getting tojaicat's as I got off the train at 68th and Lex rather than 86th and Lex like I was supposed to. Not only was that rather dyslexic of me (no puns or alliteration intended) but... 68th was where I had to get off the subway to visit Mom at NY Presbyterian. Ouch... there's a latent and muscle memory gaffe if I ever saw one. Opted to go topside and tranfer to the uptown bus at 3rd avenue... but I was a little sad on the trip.
Got to Kitty's, briefly saw the tail of the kitty she's taking care of, said hi, then we went for ATMage and food. Mmm, been a WHILE since I've had Popeye's chicken. And they serve Cherry Coke, drool on myself now. There is nothing, NOTHING I tell you, like soda fountain Cherry Coke. Or as pugnatious as Popeye's corn on the cob.jaicat's kept sqirting her with hot corn juice every time she took a bite. Not just her either, I got hit a couple of times. "They told me not to play with my food," she commented, "But apparently they never told my food not to play with me."
After a brief stop back at her place and another quick stop at a local Hallmark to resurrect my erstwhile tradition of Shoebox holiday cards (thank the Goddess some prices never inflate) we hiked over to the Met, with the obligatory rude comments about the design and contruction of the Guggenheim on the way. We were thinking it would be funny to Photoshop a pic of King Kong making a pit stop on the building and reading the newspaper. Maybe the Village Voice. (Ron Jeremy's on the cover this week. O_o) But once we got into the Met we had fun roaming through all of the Asian and Indian galleries. I must go back to Astor Court - it must be pretty in the daytime, though I vastly enjoyed the effect the dark skylight had on the courtyard. We then quickly dashed across the museum, passing the fully furnished 17th century Parisian palace rooms, to the modern art and photography sections. One gallery featured the work of a South African artist named William Kentridge, and one of the "pieces" displayed was an animated short where he drew frames in charcoal, shot them, erased the bits that were moving, and drew them back in for the next frame, resulting in a surprisingly textured feel to the animation - you could totally see the progression of erasures around a moving bit.
By that point, kitty and I were tired and footsore, so we went back to her place, where I was introduced to hot apple cider topped with whipped cream and caramel. And I thought the cider itself was the bomb, but add whipped cream and caramel... ohhh, Kate Monster, you have NO idea. Must now get me some reddiwhip and caramel now. Was happily sucked in by a couple of eps of Law & Order, and then I headed home... and let myself into an empty, silent house, for probably the first time in my waking existence. Dad and the sibs were out. That was the one thing about Mom being, I think, agoraphobic - she never left this house, especially not at night, and when she wasn't here, Dad would be. Especially if I were around - Mom hated the very thought of me being in the house by myself during the day, and forget at night. Dad and Vicki came in about ten minutes ago, but I had two hours of utter peace and quiet while they were gone.
I loved it.
Think I will change my reservation to an earlier one tomorrow, so hopefully I can get out of NY on the 11am train. *crosses fingers* we'll see how I do with extricating myself from the pendulous, stripperlike bosom of my family. :)
jaicat, I managed to get out of the house and into the city, which turned out to be fun. Of course any outing with kitty is fun, despite the serious cases of linoleum legs I got by the end. Bah. You walk everyfrigginwhere in NY, I'm so not in shape for it anymore. Oh well, good workout :)Left the house with Vicki's hubbypoo as we were going in the same direction subwaywise. Had a great conversation with him where I got to exercise my "look look I'm a big ass subway nerd!" muscles a bit. He's a federal transportation planner, so he's a great person to discuss the finer points of public transport in various cities with. Gracious. We managed to cover New York, Boston, and the DC area in the same conversation. But yeah, Reggie's cool - he's the one that got me hooked on Sim City back in the Win 3.1 days. Still love it.
Was a little later than I thought I'd be getting to
jaicat's as I got off the train at 68th and Lex rather than 86th and Lex like I was supposed to. Not only was that rather dyslexic of me (no puns or alliteration intended) but... 68th was where I had to get off the subway to visit Mom at NY Presbyterian. Ouch... there's a latent and muscle memory gaffe if I ever saw one. Opted to go topside and tranfer to the uptown bus at 3rd avenue... but I was a little sad on the trip.Got to Kitty's, briefly saw the tail of the kitty she's taking care of, said hi, then we went for ATMage and food. Mmm, been a WHILE since I've had Popeye's chicken. And they serve Cherry Coke, drool on myself now. There is nothing, NOTHING I tell you, like soda fountain Cherry Coke. Or as pugnatious as Popeye's corn on the cob.
jaicat's kept sqirting her with hot corn juice every time she took a bite. Not just her either, I got hit a couple of times. "They told me not to play with my food," she commented, "But apparently they never told my food not to play with me."After a brief stop back at her place and another quick stop at a local Hallmark to resurrect my erstwhile tradition of Shoebox holiday cards (thank the Goddess some prices never inflate) we hiked over to the Met, with the obligatory rude comments about the design and contruction of the Guggenheim on the way. We were thinking it would be funny to Photoshop a pic of King Kong making a pit stop on the building and reading the newspaper. Maybe the Village Voice. (Ron Jeremy's on the cover this week. O_o) But once we got into the Met we had fun roaming through all of the Asian and Indian galleries. I must go back to Astor Court - it must be pretty in the daytime, though I vastly enjoyed the effect the dark skylight had on the courtyard. We then quickly dashed across the museum, passing the fully furnished 17th century Parisian palace rooms, to the modern art and photography sections. One gallery featured the work of a South African artist named William Kentridge, and one of the "pieces" displayed was an animated short where he drew frames in charcoal, shot them, erased the bits that were moving, and drew them back in for the next frame, resulting in a surprisingly textured feel to the animation - you could totally see the progression of erasures around a moving bit.
By that point, kitty and I were tired and footsore, so we went back to her place, where I was introduced to hot apple cider topped with whipped cream and caramel. And I thought the cider itself was the bomb, but add whipped cream and caramel... ohhh, Kate Monster, you have NO idea. Must now get me some reddiwhip and caramel now. Was happily sucked in by a couple of eps of Law & Order, and then I headed home... and let myself into an empty, silent house, for probably the first time in my waking existence. Dad and the sibs were out. That was the one thing about Mom being, I think, agoraphobic - she never left this house, especially not at night, and when she wasn't here, Dad would be. Especially if I were around - Mom hated the very thought of me being in the house by myself during the day, and forget at night. Dad and Vicki came in about ten minutes ago, but I had two hours of utter peace and quiet while they were gone.
I loved it.
Think I will change my reservation to an earlier one tomorrow, so hopefully I can get out of NY on the 11am train. *crosses fingers* we'll see how I do with extricating myself from the pendulous, stripperlike bosom of my family. :)
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Date: 2004-11-29 12:16 pm (UTC)Kentridge at the Met
Date: 2004-11-29 08:53 pm (UTC)Weird.
Re: Kentridge at the Met
Date: 2004-11-29 08:57 pm (UTC)... oh, man that was wrong. LOL.
Re: Kentridge at the Met
Date: 2004-11-30 11:52 am (UTC)Not to mention the imagery...