From the category archives:
The Conservancy Garden was very blossomy when we were there, but I hear the wind has blown most of them away. We’re in Venice, CA right now where the blossoms have given way to fat roses, but it’s colder than NYC and also gorgeously windy.
And here, as pretty as any blossom that ever blossomed,
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During a beautiful rainy walk in Riverside Park the other day, I saw a coupe of juncos–what I know as slate-colored juncos, because that’s what Roger Tory Peterson calls them. I looked them up on my fab iphone birdwatching app so I could listen to their all, and I couldn’t find them because they are
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Today I went through the book shelves trying to find duplicates and other books I could donate to Betterworld.com so that I can make the bookshelves look nice and not so haphazardly crowded so that someone will see the apartment on Sunday and say, “What lovely orderly bookshelves! Why, I think I’ll buy this apartment!”
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Here’s the link:
http://newyork.timeout.com/articles/nyc-in-pictures/78130/cathleen-schine-author
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It’s been a while, but here is what I have to say:
I’m still reading Tristram Shandy. I have been reading Tristram Shandy for about fifteen years, but now I’m well into it. And still nothing has happened! But I just read a great passage on noses. There are many great passages on noses in Tristram
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Our wonderful friend Anne, who is a curator, took us to the old Huntington Hartford Museum which is now the Museum of Art and Design.Do not miss the three floors of re-purposed art. And best of all was the impossibly delicate and tender work of Yuken Teruya. The trees are cut out of paper bags.
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At this moment, when my thumbs are aching with arthritic political-blog-and-economic-news-blog fatigue, I am taking a moment out of my compulsive useless gorging to post this picture of one of my favorite plants in Riverside Park. The color is so space-age, Victorian, impossible, old-fashioned, , girly, old-lady, futuristic, intimate and neon.
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What I heard:
I heard the first cicadas in Riverside Park
I heard a taxi meter rattling on West End Avenue; it sounded like a cicada
I heard leaves hissing as a rain storm blew down the Hudson
I heard an irate taxi driver honk his horn for three blocks; he had right of way, it’s true, but still…
What
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What I saw this week:
I saw, and read, Joseph Roth’s brilliant collection of journalism (as it should be written) about pre world war II Berlin, called What I Saw. The Radeztky March by Joseph Roth is on of the great novels of the 20th century. I had never read his journalism, though. This book reminds
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This evening when I walked the dog, there was what could charitably called a briney smell coming from the river. Well, I’m feeling charitable, so I will call it that. Then I walked up the little hill, made the turn at the playground, admired the white billowy hyrangeas and then…between 81st and 80th…the Linden trees!
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