Missy | April 30, 2006

Me and Zach, Dance New Amsterdam.
Photo credit: Ezra Caldwell; manipulation by me

Man, this photography thing is so much better than feeling like I’ve an obligation to tell funny stories and stuff. Funnily enough, I tend to write an accompaniment to my Flickr photos, most of which I’ve been cross-posting here sans commentary.

UPDATE: And speaking (or not speaking, as it were) of dance, it’s an exciting week at BAM. (I also learned via a postcard I received in the mail from an artist I met at the Plain of Heaven project last fall that my photos were passed along to Brock/Bill. Geez and wow. I wish only that I had been a better photographer then. Which reminds me to keep on replacing some of my better photos with the higher res versions–thanks, Timmy, for urging me to do so.)

See also this. (You may recall that I was standing right where he is looking. That’s because the curator was next to me. I do not command a presence.)

Category: Uncategorized | 3 Comments »
Tags:

Missy | April 29, 2006

John Vanderslice at Southpaw, Brooklyn

A really great, high quality live version of “Up Above the Sea” [mp3], a song about paranoia and the shooting of a harmless bluebird.

Category: Uncategorized | Comments Off
Tags:

Missy | April 27, 2006

Prince Street N/R/W Station, SoHo

Corie and Alexis stumbled upon an incredible find, right in the street, here in Brooklyn. Once you’re done reading, click at the top on ‘Images from Arthur’. Can you imagine uncovering something like this? And what happened?

Category: Uncategorized | 2 Comments »
Tags:

Missy | April 23, 2006

No one need be jealous of my camera ever again. Michele has the Nikon D200.

Category: Uncategorized | 3 Comments »
Tags:

Missy | April 23, 2006

My advice: if you live in a 4th-floor walk-up, do not try to take out the trash in slippers. And here I was worried about any of my neighbors catching me in my robe. Please. First of all, I know it’s totally uncouth to say so, yesterday or the day before or something being Earth Day and all, but I hate recycling. It quadruples or quintuples the number of bags I have to carry to the basement and I never have time to go to the basement so the bags are always large and weighty.

Today, as I stepped forward and down with my left foot on stairstep 310 out of 1,452, I slipped. (Here’s where you say, well, why do you think they call them ’slippers’.) But thanks to all those stabilizer muscles I’ve carefully acquired just for this moment, I caught myself a step below, but not before I completely rolled over, front to back, the foot left (right?) behind. Ow, big toe. Ow, knee. Sorry, neighbors, for the loud, unpleasant string of variations on the theme of the f-word at 8:30 am.

Then I went and danced on everything for two hours. I am nothing if not resilient. (As of right now, the knee is fine, which is surprising given how little credit it receives in my mind, generally. Foot? Goddamncrapow. )

(I know. An entire week goes by in between posts, probably a month in between posts that contain actual words, and THIS is the best I can come up with? I blame Flickr.)

(If you haven’t noticed in the several years I’ve been writing this blog, I tend to exaggerate numbers. This is especially funny because I have essentially made a career out of calculating and reporting numbers. I think it is important that I note that I do not exaggerate, nor have I ever exaggerated, any number that has ever meant anything to anybody. I’m just saying. So we’re clear.)

Category: Uncategorized | 2 Comments »
Tags:

Missy | April 16, 2006

Lilacs in pre-bloom, Brooklyn Botanic Garden

Category: Uncategorized | 5 Comments »
Tags:

Missy | April 7, 2006

One way to look very small is to sit in a really big window. Overlooking Chambers & Broadway on a spring Friday afternoon.

(I took today off–planned, not “sick”.)

UPDATE: Last week’s cover story in New York mag was about the “new” breed of 30-somethings, the Grups. The piece seems mostly to be about attire & taste in music, the need to look hip (even though everyone tends to look alike), yet this is hardly a recent phenomenon, New York. The part about children–”See, Grups aren’t afraid of parenting. Grups don’t avoid having kids. Grups love kids. In part, though, this is because Grups find kids to be perfect little Mr. Potato Head versions of themselves.”–cracked me up. (The link has a series of photos of men with babies. Whoever said men with babies are more attractive wasn’t talking about these men. But the men who actually appeared on the cover (sans babies)? Mostly attractive. Sorry, I’m being shallow. Still, I cannot deny that watching men and their reaction to babies can be a real attraction or a real turn-off. But I am getting way off point…) All of this is to say that in that photo above? I am wearing pigtails.

(By the way, in case you don’t notice my sidebar updates, I am spending much more time on Flickr these days than on this page.)

Category: Uncategorized | 4 Comments »
Tags:

Missy | April 4, 2006

Time change, I want to like you, I do. Except that I can’t get tired at my normal time and instead of the sun waking me up before my alarm, I’m sleeping through all acceptable sets of snoozes.

And I have taken Tylenol PM for the first & last time. Geez, lethargy.

Meanwhile, last week was a little bit busy/stressful, so I did what any girl without a man around the house might do: I bought some really high heels.

Category: Uncategorized | 4 Comments »
Tags:

Missy | April 3, 2006

Tomorrow will be my first anniversary of living in New York City, which is kind of exciting. I ought to go and have supper at the Cobble Hill Diner like I did last year, when I didn’t really know where to go, even though I was starving beyond words and all I could manage to do was put my bed together and then grab a book–where on earth I found a book I’ve no idea, and it might have been Ward Just or it might not’ve–and walk through the dark until I found something to eat that wasn’t questionable or strictly alcoholic. It was really warm that day and the next several days and I think it was three or four days before I actually went into Manhattan, to Hell’s Kitchen and the Ailey Studios.

That initial exhilaration has left, but I can still kind of remember it. And yet I also feel like I’ve never lived anywhere else. It’s like I finally met my curious, introspective, funny, and weird soulmate in the form of concrete and 8 million people.

Rarely a week goes by that I don’t notice something I’ve never noticed before. And I enjoy noticing. Like today when I went up 15 extra floors at work to meet with my Senior Vice President and have lunch with her and, as I waited for her to finish a call, I looked out the window and could see flashes of Times Square, some 60 blocks uptown. And there’s also the fact that it doesn’t take much to both enamor me and knock me back a little. I saw Mark Morris on the elevator (at his own studio, not at my work) on my way to take class with one of his dancers. I was stunned into a nod of a hello.

I never stop looking upwards.

I’m happy.

Category: Uncategorized | 2 Comments »
Tags: