Medieval playground
In the loo
Hanging with Cindee and Cletus
Last night, Cindee invited me over to her pad to unwind after a long day at the office, and I accecpted, because, boy, do I work hard. I couldn't resist snapping a few pics of the medieval playground across the street from Cindee's building. I had actually stumbled across this churchyard of nightmares a couple of years ago. Everytime I pass, my mind boggles. I want to meet the sadistic genius who designed it - and one of these days, I will entangle myself in the spiderweb rope-climb. Yes, I will.
Cletus walking us
Fire drill
Returning from the false alarm
Around 10 o'clock this morning, someone tripped the fire alarm in the office building where I work. The sound was deafening enough to force a retreat outside, though we were fairly confident it was a false alarm. Heading down the stairs, I thought of the scene in
The Office in which David and Chris (?) carry Brenda, in her wheelchair, down one flight of stairs, and then leave her on the landing because it's "just a drill."
We all waited on the sidewalk outside The Old Beehive until the JCFD determined it was safe to return. DM inhabits the top two floors of the four-story building. Doctor's offices and a bank occupy the first and second floors. We were the only office to evacuate. At DM, safety is job one.
Coq au vin
Me
Mo
Amy
Adam
Kelly
Sarah Lane
Cindee and Sarah N.
Chickens and auxillary chickens marinated in free wine - nice wine at that - for several delicious hours last night. Everyone loves Kelly's cushy magazine job.
Summer friday
Chillin' w/Cindee after work at DBA
Goin' back to Jersey
Waiting for the ferry to Jersey City
My freelance job has given me full-time hours for the summer. Creditors, your time is coming...
Delaying my fellow commuters as I disembark...sowwy
Jersey City bound NY Waterway ferry,
Father Mychael Judge
Empire State building...too trite?
Bike ballet and statuesque feet
pier 25
foot path in the park behind Stuyvesant School
feet on big foot
feet with tiny feet
My friend Nadette is a cyclist/activist with a healthily developed sense of whimsy, so it came as no surprise when she told me she was performing in a bicycle ballet. Sunday, June 19, she participated with about 15 other bike-dancers in a mobile piece called Freewheeling Bike Project, choreographed by Mary Seidman. Presented by
Lower Manhattan Cultural Council's SiteLines Series 2005 and the
River to River Festival, the cyclists performed a 1o minute-ish routine, accompanied by their own bells and whistles, at 7 different locations across the southern tip of Manhattan beginning at Rutger's Slip and South Street and ending at The Boathouse at Pier 25. As with most things Nadette, it was a hoot.
Afterward, we were treated to a celebratory picnic in the park behind Stuyvesant School. My feet, and my tummy, were very happy there.
Clearwater Festival
Brendan and I on the train...very
North by Northwest*
Down by the riverside
Pete Seeger
Pete and Mike Seeger on the Rainbow stage
Hudson river
A fried Oreo - 100% organic, I'm sure
Sunset over Indian Point
Brendan and I went up to Croton Point Park on Saturday for the
Clearwater Festival. It was a nearly perfect day. We stood this close to Pete Seeger, drank ginger/pineapple juice and bought lefty message-laden merchandise:
t-shirt for Brendan,
button for me.
It was so nice to get out of the city and walk barefoot in the grass; and I can't remember the last time I watched a sunset. Sometimes, I forget this island has bridges.
*Brendan was appalled I'd never seen North By Northwest. It's okay now.
More Rankins for Congress
Watching good activist theater in the basement of the Culture Project
Sunday, I saw
A Single Woman, by Jeanmarie Simpson and Cameron Crain at the
Culture Project. Primarily an epistolary drama,
A Single Woman tells the story of
Jeannette Rankin, the first female congress memeber and the only person to vote against both WWI and WWII, and her life-long commitment to nonviolence and human rights.
The play was surprisingly neither humorless nor heavy-handed - a rarity in activist theater. Ms. Rankin's words, interpreted by the one of the playwrights, are ominously prescient. And there was homemade bread. Delicious.
Laundry
Fun for a Saturday night
Seriously, laundry on a Saturday night
Slainte birthday
My Dr. Scholl's make their first outing of the spring.
My feet wish Kristy's feet a happy birthday.
Adorable cupcake, and memeber of the kick-ass improv troupe Street Meat, Kristy K. just got a wee bit older. Last night, her teammates and adora-pals, Amy and Kristina, brought us all together at
Slainte to raise a glass and enjoy some craic. It was ass-grabbing fun...Kristy, call me.
Chickens love water
Skipping stones
Dave and me
Sifting for shells
Cindee's folks invited Chicken Ranch to CT for the weekend. I managed to sneak away and spend Sunday with everyone on the Long Island Sound. We ate, drank, sat by the sea, tried to fly a kite, collected shells, and withstood a hail storm.
Sunday-at-the-shore miscellany:
B'gawk!
Chickens and roosters
Crab
Rushmore Flyer wannabes
There's a storm comin', Jenny May.
Really? #1?
