Wednesday, July 31, 2024

wednesday walk


my neighbor had a coupon discount for dinner at the rosa mexicana restaurant and invited me to go with her. they have good tacos and guacamole so i was happy to accept. afterwards, we had fun visiting the crate and barrel store which moved to broadway from houston street (just across from the fishs eddy store).

admiring their comfy but small chairs . . just right for little apartments.

the store actually had a good sale on hemp linen sheets, but of course were out of the sizes i would have liked.

the beautiful sky overlooking sixth avenue on the walk home . . 

Tuesday, July 30, 2024

the taco bar and home depot


janet and i had tacos for lunch and then went for a walk.


she is working on some home improvements and was in search of specific hardware for the project. i think she was looking for a drill bit here.

walking home along the river . . 

there was a nice breeze which felt good because it was humid and sticky again today (after a good week and a half/two weeks of very nice weather).



Monday, July 29, 2024

doughnut peaches and zuzu

 
waiting for the peaches to ripen . . it's good zuzu isn't interested in tasting them . . 

Sunday, July 28, 2024

sunday poem and sunday night sunset

 displaced

(in memory of edward said)

i am neither in nor out.
i am in between.
i am not part of anything.
i am a shadow of something.
at best,
i am a thing that
does not really
exist.
i am weightless,
a speck of time
in gaza.
but i will remain
where i am.

by mosab abu toha (born 1992) from things you may find hidden in my ear, 2021.

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Saturday, July 27, 2024

saturday night dinner

today's vegetables, some of which i turned into . . 



 
ratatouille . .



and then i watched the movie by pixar . .

one of my favorites!

a visit downtown


greg and i rode the citibikes down to liberty street and then walked down broadway to the national museum of the american indian. the large group of people in the photo are surrounding the charging bull statue that sits in a small park in the middle of broadway. it's very popular with tourists, which greg finds endlessly amusing. he says there is always a crowd around it. 

lots of souvenirs are sold here along the sidewalk . . 


the museum is housed in what was once the u. s. customs house . .




they have copies of interesting documents displayed along the circular counter as the building also houses the national archives. today i saw a paper signed by dean martin declaring bankruptcy and also albert einstein's declaration of intention for citizenship.

the main exhibit is through two doors off the main rotunda, one on the east side and one on the west. i haven't been here in over a year and they now have a wonderful exhibit with photos and videos of the current nations living on long island and in upstate new york. there is also now an acknowledgement of the many nations of native peoples that have been here for thousands of years along with a beautiful collection of clothing, beadwork, tools, baskets and current artwork. there is also a stronger connection to the american indian museum in d. c., primarily through an enlarged gift shop and cafe! i'm surprised about the cafe and would like to come back and visit . . it closed at 5 today and so i missed it.

i love this photo of two mohawk steel workers on top of an arch of the verrazzano bridge in 1963 . . looking down!



beadwork purses by members of the tuscarora nation near niagara falls.


ooger uk inua (walrus spirit) by larry beck (chnagmiut yup'ik, 1938-1994) - hubcaps, tires, chair legs, pvc plastic (1982).

kevin red star (absaroke, crow, born 1943), bird's head shield, 1981, acrylic and mixed media on canvas.

mebêngôkre krokrokti (feather headdress or cape) from brazil, ca. 1990 - macaw feathers, heron feathers, cotton cordage.

it's a much smaller museum than the one in d. c. but wonderful to visit.

items from the gift shop:

beautiful weaving and beadwork . . 

these plates . . ! they also had several cookbooks which i remember seeing when in washington . . (you can see that visit here).


a handmade wool wall hanging by a canadian inuk artist which i thought was really lovely.

it was a nice visit and i hope i get back soon . .

back outside, i just had to take a few photos of the people waiting in line for pics of themselves with the bull . . 

yes, they are all waiting for a photo of themselves beneath his tush. we are all too funny sometimes.


this was me in london: always looking at postcards and popping into the tourists shops for tea towels or cheap cotton tote bags with a bus or big ben on it.

taking a short cut through the oculus to walk home along the river.




sidetracked by auntie anne's buttery pretzels . .