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December 04, 2007
I've got a big year-end post in the works and, shockingly enough, it's probably going to happen by the end of the year. That's right. My year-end resolution is to stop procrastinating, to be reversed come January 1.
Meanwhile, I've got a backlog of iPhone photos that I don't want to clutter up my Flickr page with. So, ladies and gentlemen, I present to you: My Life According to the iPhone, October 15 to Present. You are not going to believe what I have been up to and how awesomely I've captured it for posterity.
Gerry came over for The Office and the World Series. When we flipped over to the World Series, we got distracted by our respective gadgets. Who was playing, again?
Five Guys burgers, in Brooklyn Heights, is pretty yummy. It's supposedly the East Coast version of In-N-Out, but it's been years since I had an In-N-Out burger so I cannot say. But I can go to Five Guys whenever I want AND leave comment cards. My favorite one--and I wish I could say I was the author--says, "Waddup, son? 5 Guys is ballin'!" I don't even know what that means.
I went upstate and stayed on this land. Inside a house, though. Another time I went to BAM Harvey and saw John Jasperse. The set featured hundreds of hangers--that's them hanging in the blue light. John is somewhere in the far left corner tangled up in orange industrial extension cord. I loved that show.
On the day before Thanksgiving I had the Champagne of Beers, in a champagne glass naturally, at Nita Nita in Williamsburg. I did not eat those olives, because I hate olives. The next day, on Thanksgiving, I was showing off my iPhone, including the camera, to relatives at my grandma's house. This is my cousin, who is currently a graduate student at the University of Michigan. I know it's a good school and all, but to Ohioans that's just blasphemy. By the way: Ohio State's season? WTF? Hello, charmed life.
Demonstrating technology to a baby. Skipping ahead a couple of weeks, my Christmas tree. It is sucking up water like that is its job (note: that is its job). I don't recall watering past trees 3x per day.
Curtain calls, NY Philharmonic with guest conductor Gustavo Dudamel. He's down there somewhere, hugging every single musician. People, he is twenty-six years old, conducting one of the finest symphonies in the world. They let him use one of Leonard Bernstein's batons, and that sort of thing never happens. The audience went bonkers, and then they rushed out at applause time to get back to their Upper West Side apartments. Can you see the empty seats? (That is a huge pet peeve of mine, second only to late-comers. And that goes for movies, too, you movie later-comers!) Finally, the Lincoln Center tree, as viewed from Avery Fisher hall through the Lippold scultpure. It is pretty. Sorry about the different sizes--I rotated the second photo a bit in iPhoto and it stretched or something, and now I cannot get it back. I prefer the complexities of Photoshop. And, uh, the quality of a regular camera.
Aaaaannnd, you're up to date.
Posted by Missy
Comments
Your tree looks lovely!
Posted by: Julie at December 5, 2007 03:26 PM
Waddup son? This post be ballin'!
Seriously, you people and your fancy cameras and your highly cultivated imagery with lighting and objects in focus and whatnot. I like these one-off day-in-the-life-of-Missy snapshots a lot.
Posted by: Lane at December 5, 2007 04:24 PM
Julie - Thanks! I think it's my best tree yet. And, regardless of what When Harry Met Sally might indicate, trees are surprisingly easy to carry by oneself a block home and up three flights. It's putting the thing in the stand that scratches one's hands all to hell.
Lane - You're very kind. I will remember this as I build up another ~two months of random photos for the February version of this post. Also, I confess that it took me longer to figure out how to get the photos off my phone than it did to organize and resize them.
Posted by: Missy at December 6, 2007 10:29 AM
SO JEALOUS that you saw Dudamel. Of course, he will soon be conducting in LA--the city I just left to come live in nyc (however, there's plenty here to make up for it). Also, I share your pet peeve of people running out the minute the last note is played--would it kill them to chill and show some appreciation??
Posted by: erin at December 6, 2007 10:26 PM
wish you could swing into Cincy if you get home for the holidays....not sure if you do.....just asking
Posted by: chris at December 15, 2007 12:30 AM
Another boo for applause runners. That's so lame. It's a clear indication to everyone else that you didn't want to be there in the first place, having been dragged by a date or some sense of obligation to appearances. "Okay, WHEW! Everyone's clapping, so I guess I'm done. Did the right folks see me here? Damn I hope so. If there's a line at valet, I'm'na be pissed..."
I'm normally pretty jealous of your easy access to the arts living where you do, but now that I'm living out in the sticks my jealousy is growing more intense.
Posted by: TimmyC at December 17, 2007 07:47 PM