In and Out of New York - Brooklyn Museum - Adelaide's Top Drawer - Sarah and Ethan

Sarah met me at Gate 10 of the Port Authority.

Sarah asked an official which gate TransBridge buses meet at.


He told her and then said, "Has your mother seen your hair yet?" thinking she was younger than her 39 yrs.

It's a deep brown with bright RED stripes! Ethan can't see it all that well cuz he's 'color blind' by not being able to distinguish similar dark color contrasts.

We subwayed around town.

So many new skills I learned to master, like going thru the turnstiles and exiting.

Note how stylish everyone is, except the woman below - oh, for chrissakes, don't put yourself down - I was the only person in NY wearing white pants, but did I care?

On the subway, there were recorded voices telling you what stops were coming up.

These voices are very important, I said to Say. They have the power to affect your mood. Some of the voices were very chipper. If you're lonely and in NY, perhaps you can ride the trains just to hear the chipper voices, tho I wouldn't suggest it.

I'd suggest going to a food store, like below, and conversing with the friendly people behind the counter.

A Mideastern Food Shop. They do a massive catering biz. Sarah bot lunch for us: hummus, falafel, olives and pickles and cucumbers. Mon dieu!

Another stylish woman in line. AND people are slender. At least the slender ones are.

The new Barclay Center. They have a huge inflatable rat outside it now, protesting the lack of union workers. See them bikes on the left? They're part of a bike program where you pay a fee and then can borrow any of them bikes. Partly sponsored by CitiBank.

Barclay Center, built by Bruce Ratner, formerly of Cleveland, to host the Nets, is a boon to boxers, said Sarah. Music of all kinds now has a beautiful home.

Here's Ethan relaxing after our delicious lunch. He and his band will drive to Ottawa to play at a jazz fest. He was pleased to hear that the guy at the Mideastern food place recognized him as Ethan Iverson of The Bad Plus.

Here's my sweetie pie, who poured us a glass of delicious white wine. I took three sips since I'm not used to drinkin.

Here's my plate. New York: the best food in the world, tho I sure enjoyed my huge salad when I came home today.

And the people in NY are incredibly nice and friendly. A woman on the subway said she liked Sarah's hair. And Sarah complimented one of the dozens of people who got off at the Wall Street stop. They were a different breed than the other people. The men wore suits. The women look fabulous.

Sarah saw a woman's shoes which had little bunny's at the toes.

"Really cute," she said to the woman, who said she got em online.

What's this? Oh, we walked to the Bklyn Museum and Sarah said we should stop in the main Bklyn library b/c it's such a wonderful library and she knows how I love libraries.

Like the Princeton Library, where I went with Nancy Pollack, this one offers a cafe before you go into the library. So now both libraries are immortalized on my blog.

Prepare yourself! We are about to enter THE BROOKLYN MUSEUM and see wonders you have never beheld.

Below is a floor to ceiling sculpture. All his art is made with 'found objects.'

The next series of shots are from the new exhibit by El Anatsui, born in Ghana, but living now in Nigeria.

We went up real close so we could see the tin tops of milk containers, sorta like condensed milk, that poor people drank in parts of Africa, where Nelson Mandela lies dying now. 

Here's the master himself on a video. He was born in 1944, so he's a year older than me.

This reminded us of the exterior of the Barclays Center.

These were monumental in size - several of em - reminding me of the pyramids, each done by Africans. Where you live is instrumental in your perspective of life.

This looks like a shawl a giantess might throw over her on a cold night looking over Victoria Falls.

The photos below are from the John Singer Sergeant (1856 – 1925) Watercolor Show. An American, he lived in Europe.

Sarah and I were fainting away, they were so delicate, fresh, and moving.

THE CASHMERE SHAWL. His niece was his model.




Above is from his series on BEDOUINS. Ignore those women on the left. These fotos are from the internet cuz I got caught using my flash and I haven't learned how to turn it off yet.

Hey! It's not easy. It's not as if there's an On-Off switch.

Below is Medici Villa. He loved painting the varieties of the color white and how the light plays of the color.


Below is GOURDS.

Ethan wore this cape when performing a John Cage piece. He was afraid the audience might be bored so someone suggested he wear something outrageous.



Here's Adelaide Mestre, who is actually not as tiny as Thumbelina, performing in her one-woman show Top Drawer. The 100-seat dinner theatre was nearly sold out.

Adelaide told the true story of her family life. Her dad was a gay manic-depressive who ended up killing himself. Adelaide sings and dances. Incredibly talented!

I left this.....



with her BF, Eric, in the lobby.

Afterward, Sarah and I subwayed back to Park Slope to dine.



Thai food. My pad thai used papaya instead of noodles.



Coconut Ice Cream. Un-friggin-believable!

Farewell to NY from the bus.

Did a few things on the 2-hour bus ride home.

Made good progress in Remains of the Day.

Slept.

Looked out the window.

I realized I had to choose whether or not to read or look out the window. What's the difference? Filling my head with beautiful images that are real.... or creating false images in my head as a result of the marvelous book.

Gotta finish it quick cuz I've got four others waiting to be read. I request em at the library and then they all come in at once.

Isn't that fascinating?

This was Flemington, NJ, home of outlet stores. When my dad was alive we used to drive there as a family. I remember buying a yellow two-cup coffee maker made by Stangl.

The Stangl company was originally in Flemington, but closed in 1996.

One of my boyfriends - Crazy Tom - broke it when we lived in the apartments.



The bus drops me off on Street Road in LaHaska.

I wrote a note to myself, which you can see above - "Behind House of Coffee."

Where the hell was the House of Coffee?

Took me arf an hour to find it.

Silly girl, you forgot it was on the other side of the street.

Above is the interior where I ordered a cup of strong Columbian Decaf and a breakfast sandwich of egg, mushrooms and leeks.