Oh Brooklyn, you scamp you
After some action photos, all smiles in Roscoe
I just finished this book. I enjoyed it. I am a big fan of zombie apocalypse films, because I think that they describe the environment that we evolved to face: the wilderness surrounds us, and we and our small band of friends and family try to survive, not knowing whether the shapes on the horizon are friend or foe, predator or prey. A decent zombie apocalypse film keeps the physical form of the present, but strips away civilization and leaves us with Lucy’s experience three million years ago. We recoil from the horror of it, but a part of us starts working on a plan to deal with the mess. Zone One took me to a place like that, and the book has the advantage of being far longer than any movie.
NPR wrote a bit about it (thank you for pointing it out Adrienne!), and included a link to the beginning of the book. The writing style annoyed me, but then I finished the excerpt and had to buy the book.
Super-pumped that Chris showed us how to use the apple peeler-corer-slicer without the peeler. Apple Crisp time!
Adrienne hanging out by the lake
Wandering Harold Parker State Park
Prepared.
Ten times out of ten, I wear a poncho and look ridiculous. But every once in a while, as I slough past the dripping Brooklynites, I feel like a champion.
Source: adriennes
With Adrienne at the Radio Head concert I got some quality time on the couch with Netflix. It’s certainly no “Hobo with a Shotgun”, but it hit the spot.
My first encounters with Indian music came from George Harrison when I was on a strong Beatles kick in 6th grade. At the time, I wanted to move on to explore more from Ravi Shankar, but when I went to the Sam Goody record store to ask for it, they didn’t have any in stock, and didn’t know what I was talking about enough to even special order it.
My how times have changed! CR invited me out to dinner tonight to Branded Saloon in our neighborhood after reading that they had good burgers, and we ended up in the back room where two great acts were about to perform. The first was Adnan Sabir, who was excellent and dreamy, the second was a group with bansuri, tabla, and sitar. I love that we can just go out looking for beef, and end up with an impromptu evening of great music.
It was also topical, since this week I’ve been getting into Vijay Iyer’s latest record, which includes Indian-flavored guitar and tabla.
This is the triumph and tragedy of NYC: excellence everywhere, so it is not enough to fill the room with fans.
This guy enlivened my trip home on the 2/3 train last night. I don’t know if it was the bubbles, or the “help me pay for my nursing degree at ECC Newark” plea, or that it was late and I was weak, but I actually enjoyed the performance and gave him money. Very little of course, but I never give money to subway performers. He is charismatic and clever (song choice, schooling plea, time of performance, etc), and I wish him good luck.
