Entries from February 2007

February 23, 2007

Megan de Medici

Reading about the Rockefellers in my Latin American Art in U.S. Museums course has made me think about what *my* patronage legacy would be, were I obscenely weathly. It’s an important question, I think. Here’s what I’ve come up with so far…
I would:
-finish Sagrada Familia and Crazy Horse (I go nuts just thinking [...]

February 16, 2007

Sénégal Fast-Food

Carl Kruger wants to ban pedestrians from using ipods in the streets of New York; until he does, here’s my favorite song to ped.-out to in Manhattan. (And, no, I don’t think that ‘ped.-out’ is a legitimate phrase, but can’t you feel it?):

This entire CD is pretty awesome.

February 15, 2007

New York spazzes out over snow!

Seriously. My boss remarked that New York acts like a Southern city when it comes to snowfall; this is probably the only occasion on which New York ressembles the South. My class was cancelled today on account of ‘inclement’ weather–it REALLY hasn’t been THAT bad. I am certainly not at the [...]

February 11, 2007

Sometimes…

I can’t imagine having more memories than I already have.
That sounds crazy, right? But it’s true. Sometimes I feel like I’ve reached a saturation point: I have SO many memories already and I am constantly riffling through them. Most of my inner life takes place in a crepuscular past tense. (This [...]

February 8, 2007

Book Report

I’m reading (when I can) Alfred Kazin’s A Walker in the City right now. It’s pretty terrific, you should check it out.

A sample: Kazin on leaving the movies as a boy:
“[T]he gritty light on Bristol Street would break up the images on the screen with a meanness that made me shudder. I always [...]

February 4, 2007

The Eyes of East 12th St. has a Mouth!

This morning on my way to yoga I got a “Good morning, sweetheart, how are you?” from Dr. Eckleburg (see the excerpted e-mail below). This was our second meaningful exchange. (The first came a few days ago when, seeing me loaded down with books, he asked if I was on my way to [...]