When Jess sat down to enjoy her early afternoon treat of Baked by Melissa cupcakes, I couldn’t help but think of the opening credits to JJ Abrams’ Felicity (below).
One of the aspects that I love about my mother’s side of the family is that there’s so many of us. My grandmother was one of 18 and through the years and generations, we’ve multiplied quite generously. That being said, I was happy to find out there was some of “us” living quite near to me.
One of my “new” cousins has a daughter who was just baptized on the Upper West Side and I graciously accepted an invitation to attend. Little did I know, that more cousins I had yet to meet gathered on the steps of Blessed Sacrament on that pale, Sunday afternoon as well.
It’s quite startling really to happen upon strangers and at first glance see your family reflected in them.
In the end, that Sunday afternoon ended up being a real treat…and how adorable are those cheeks!
Every weekday, with only one fail, as I step off the subway and turn the corner onto 8th Avenue, I’ve seen the same man. He sits in varying grey suits, enclosed behind a glass wall inside the corner Starbucks. Every day it is the same: grey suit, sunglasses set brow and bridge down on the black, peppered bar with a closed notebook, and no coffee. He stares out the window, too, taking in all the passersby and I wonder if he sees me, if every day too he notices that I, at the same time, without fail, round his glass enclosed corner.
This grey suited man is slender in build, perhaps in his late 50s, bald like an Observer on Fringe, which makes me think, what if he’s “one of them.” What if this man is from the future and as a part of an anthropological study he has come to observe something on this particular street corner in Chelsea, across from the Google building and mere blocks away from the High Line.
The day he wasn’t there, the day I rounded the corner wondering if perhaps I’d get recognition from his distant staring eyes at last, I felt saddened at the void in the corner behind the glass. No pair of upturned sunglasses, no notebook, no lack of coffee despite it being a Starbucks, and no grey suited man. It’s weird, isn’t it, how one can feel sadness for something they never knew or had.
Anyways, now, every day, I look forward to seeing him; a nice little constant on my way to the office.
Etsy and Pinterest are always the epic rabbit hole of awesome. This morning I discovered the ravenously cute, science minded illustrations of Rachel Ignotofsky. Love. These. Prints.
I’ve just finished Mr. Fox by Helen Oyeyemi.
The book itself, as in the physical tome, the thing you hold in your hands, the coarse, musty pages you turn with your fingers, is almost perfect. Between the dimensions (5.25 x 8.25 x 1.25 inches – yes I measured), weight and pale blue cover with smart typography, the first edition of Mr. Fox (2011, Riverhead) is quite the literary joy to hold.
The novel, the story within the seemingly perfect book, is even more enjoyable. Our main characters, Mr. Fox and Miss Foxe respectively, play author and muse and find themselves jumping through a tumble of stories, through generations, through worlds, each exploring and trying to extrapolate what life is meant to be all about. Also in the midst, at least in what seems to be the grounded reality of the narrative, is Mr. Fox’s troubled wife Daphne who can’t quite comprehend Miss Foxe. In the end however, it’s up to us to decide between fact and fiction – but why should we?
I’m definitely going to try to hunt down a first edition for my personal library.
Those who know me well know that the television program “ER” is literally my favorite thing in the entire world.
That being said, I loved this pull quote from an article that was shared with me called, “The Birth of ER.” The article is about how the show was sold to NBC, yes, but it’s also about trusting your gut, convincing others to trust in you and to help see your vision through.
And it’s about the true cliche of never giving up if you believe in something — regardless of the circumstances that get placed in front of you. Who knows who’s right or wrong, really, at the beginning of the process? If you think you’re right, well, maybe you really are, and just maybe you can get everyone else on side to agree with you. So why not try?
– Tony Krantz
Also to note, this September will be the 20th anniversary of ER’s premiere. Watch out television world 😀