Night Vision

I've begun to notice that my building's door to the roof is mysteriously open at times.

Manhattan roof acces? Don't mind if I do.

Governor's Ball

Ann and I attended an all-day music festival a few weekends ago called the "Governor’s Ball.” As its name suggests, it took place on Governor’s Island, a 172-acre island just off the southern tip of Mahattan, reachable only by ferry.

The idea was sound. The day was nice. The music was marginal.

But most of all, the people were entertaining.

A cursory glance at the Austin-City-Limits-like festival grounds may have made us feel temporarily at home. A closer examination of the attendees did not.

The best way I can describe the common thread between these festival-goers is to use the designation "American Apparel Model" (a model being dressed more severely than a mere buyer of said clothing). One of these manikins was even left half-dressed (should somebody tell her??) See below.

Despite our distaste for certain musical sets and the hour we spent standing in a beer line teaming with thirsty curmudgeons, Girl Talk’s performance at the end of the night largely redeemed our experience. For those of you not familiar, Girl Talk is a single DJ who uses snippets of EXTREMELY diverse songs to create danceable mashups. Video of opening and closing below.

Summer Picnics

I have been neglectful in my posts, and have much ground to cover.

To start, the April showers that bring May flowers overstayed their welcome, chasing my favorite warm-weather activity, picnicking, to the month of June. Below is the inaugural feast of the season, on a Friday evening in Riverside Park.

My dear college friend Ann, a teacher in Dallas, spent the month of June partaking in my Upper West Side/Morningside living while she participated in a creative writing course at NYU.