It’s a pouring rainy morning and I’ve been up since 5:45. I was BLASTED into consciousness by Justin Timberlake’s “Sexy Back” … and I feel that that is a good omen for the day. I am doing laundry, and Swiffering everything in the apartment, including my soul. I also read a chapter in my book about the Maronite Christians. And I also wrote a girlie-gushy entry in my diary about Keith, and what it was like to be with him last week. Hi, Keith! Yes, it is a modern-day version of Diary Friday. My own life – with its interwoven continuity, its re-visitations, its feel of a literary conceit – kinda blows me away, if I really think about it. Talked on the phone with David yesterday and he said, “Sheila, it’s like in a matter of a month you have been plucked out of your old life completely … and plopped down into the middle of somebody else’s life. Oh, and I also made some Nutrisystem pancakes (which rock the house, by the way). I’m meeting with my tax lady later this afternoon, no time like the present, I love her, with her vaguely Serbo-Croatian accent and her acute intelligence with a semi-Balkan edge. And hopefully later I can see my massage guru, because it’s been one helluva week – all good stuff – but I am wiped out and I need a bit of attention, frankly. I’ve also been messing around in my little photo studio, trying to figure this whole thing out.
Here’s another New York montage. Things seen while out and about and up and down and around and thru.
9th Avenue
Anthropologie window display. Little hanging baggies of dirt, with sprouts coming out of it … such a whimsical beautiful window … I loved it.
The United States Marine Band – going back onto their bus. I got to watch them perform, too. It was gorgeous. On multiple levels. Ahem.
Kurt Vonnegut. Rest in peace.
The Hershey Factory – one view – Beth, member our insane time there when you were a chaperone (who had no voice, I might add??) And Bets – remember crowding in there the day you came down with the kids to see Wicked? That place is nuts!!
The Hershey Store – another view. It was great – because it was a grey dreary day and the colors bombarded you thru the bleak.
Stage Door
NBC Studio 1 – mural on lobby wall
NBC Studio 1 – another view of the mural
This one’s my favorite shot I got of the mural.
Doesn’t this dude look like such a wiseass? That’s probably because he’s 8 stories tall.
Do you use a special Swiffer attachment for your soul, or is it a simpler operation than it sounds?
I ask because, once a month, I’ve been using Drano and a toilet brush on mine. It gets the job done, but not without leaving me feeling empty inside…..
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I’m loving your photos, Sheila! I think you said in an earlier post that you observe things a bit more now that you have a camera. I felt the exact same way when I got mine. I don’t look at things now, so much as frame them.
I loved shooting on film but the immediacy of digital allows you to get the shot just right if you missed the first time. Oh how I wish I had a digital camera when I met Bernadette Peters in 1993. The person who took the photo was well-meaning but rather spazzy with the camera. The end result was my right eye, Bernadette’s left one and a cascade of red curls. Oh, and I think you could see the grape gum in her mouth. Otherwise, pffft! Bad shot. I’ll never forget it though.
Enjoy your camera!! I need to go out with mine. It’s been a while.
curly – I need to see the thwarted photo of you and Bernadette! It sounds classically funny!!
We’re due for a date out, by the way … I’ve got so much going on right now … can we pick a night and do it up??
I will dig it out. I know I have it somewhere. I’m in the midst of spring cleaning in the Tiny Wee Studio so I’ll find it. I really need to scan that thing to preserve it forever. It’s ridiculous.
A night out! Yes! We have loads to catch up on. I’ll email you to schedule. It’s also my turn to host an Idol viewing. I might be getting a new couch before the month is out (fingers crossed) so once my seating situation has improved, it’s on!