I happen to like New York redux
Or this picture?
Leave the cold of New York to return to the humid warmth of New Orleans, then today, presto chango, it’s heater in the morning and air conditioning in the afternoon, as my fellow walker tells me in passing this morning. The weather made Loca more jumpy than usual, or maybe it was almost a week in the kennel that had her jumping for fifteen minutes straight up and down like a pogo stick – she’d…
The accounts in the news today: Peggy Seltzer’s “Love and Consequences” meets Misha Defonsec’s “Misha: A Mémoire of the Holocaust Years” following James Frey’s “A Million Little Pieces” – all fraudulent accounts of one person’s struggles with life. Meanwhile, in the blogosphere us not so ordinary people ferret out meaning and truth from friendly exchanges, walks through the park, and a good meal – the drama is low key and almost comforting in its ritual of…
New York was jampacked and fun but oh so good to come home to the LaLa – to the animals – the bayou – to New Orleans. I arrived to a warm welcome from J, who left flowers, champagne, chocolate cupcakes and candies as well as fresh strawberries with a card saying thanks for being a friend – ditto is what I wanted to say – ditto ditto ditto. In NY, T and I told a…
Went to see Come Back Little Sheba last night at the Biltmore – it got a tremendous write up in the New York Times – we found the play good but not moving as I had expected. But it felt good to see a live performance, to be in NY even though it is cold and was raining, out and about. We went to the Hudson for cocktails after and spent an evening catching up…
When we walk down the street, people turn their heads, I’d like to think it is because we make such a cute couple – though true – there is also the element of different. We went to a lesbian dive bar and I looked around at young and old women in context, kissing, touching, a butchy girl dancing with a very fey boy behind us, and I mused about how difficult it would be for…