Last weekend I trekked to New York City for the long weekend (thank you Presidents). It was an interesting couple days and seeing New York again for the first time in many years good to gain a little more current perspective on the place. My first impression upon arriving was that I don't want to live there. The sheer weight of human impact on the land is almost palpable (I was in Manhattan). And in between all the very tall buildings, there was very little open, green space. Not exactly my idea of home. Plus it felt dirty, which I suppose goes hand in hand with the high population density. This is not to say I didn't enjoy the place. Dinner the first night at Ilili was delicious. The Frick Collection was also really enjoyable, you can even tour it yourself with Google's fun tool Art Project, which let's you virtually walk through several museums around the world. Very cool. Probably not the same feel as actually being there though. Part of what I found so appealing about the Frick was that it used to be a private home, which limited the size and made it feel more approachable to me. I've been to some of the largest and best-known museums in the world and I often leave them feeling exhausted and a little disappointed. There's just no possible way to see everything, and usually I don't have the luxury of returning multiple times to these places so prioritizing exhibits is key. I felt pretty good about seeing everything there was at the Frick. I could probably spent several more hours there, but I also have the fortune of not being an art historian, critic or painter myself. So for me good art is something that is visually stunning and I don't need to deconstruct it to enjoy the experience.
My trip to NYC also involved a trip to Katz's Deli, which was apparently a defining moment in my life. I guess that's true, because as a vegetarian I can definitively now say that I don't need to return. If I ate meat I would probably have found the experience much more engaging, since they cut the meat for your sandwich right there in front of you. Now, is that worth the line to get inside and then the line to get to the counter to order once you are inside? I'm not sure. It was great people-watching though, and in that respect if reminded me very much of the Minnesota State Fair.
The 6th annual Coffee and Tea Festival NYC coincided with my visit. I swear this was a coincidence and nothing more. Naturally, we had to go. And I have to say, maybe we missed the good coffee by going on Sunday rather than Saturday, but I was a little disappointed at the lack of coffee samples available. That being said, there was a wide selection of pretty incredible teas so it wasn't a total bust.
Sunday, February 27, 2011
Thursday, February 10, 2011
Directions, please?
Apparently, DC is a confusing city to drive around in. Or maybe my experience with lost drivers is abnormal, I don't really know since I no longer own a car and find the city actually very easy to navigate via public transportation and good, old-fashioned foot travel. I have, however, been a frequent source of driving directions for lost motorists recently. It isn't clear why this phenomenon is occurring. Maybe I look like a local (potentially because I am walking with confidence from known point to known point, i.e. the Metro stops)? Or possibly I appear to be non-threatening? I really don't know, but the fact remains that a startling number of cars have pulled over near me and asked for directions to wherever their destination is. Even more startling, to me anyway, is that I actually know where to send them.
In other news, I made my first (hopefully of many) visits to the John F. Kennedy Center for the Performing Arts last night. The impetus for this visit was the Mariinsky Ballet production of Giselle. I am absolutely positive that I missed a lot of the nuances of performance due to my ignorance of dance. That said, I really did enjoy it a lot, it was captivating. The people watching during the intermission between acts was also fun, particularly this very cute, old couple who was very clearly enjoying their night out at the ballet. I don't really know what you talk about after 50 years of marriage, but I probably should have asked them, since they were chatting away. Also, I had the entertaining experience of seeing an usher yell at a patron for taking pictures (FYI, you are not allowed to take photos of the performances apparently, good to know). That guy might be blacklisted at the Kennedy Center now, since they collect some pertinent information when you buy a ticket.
In other news, I made my first (hopefully of many) visits to the John F. Kennedy Center for the Performing Arts last night. The impetus for this visit was the Mariinsky Ballet production of Giselle. I am absolutely positive that I missed a lot of the nuances of performance due to my ignorance of dance. That said, I really did enjoy it a lot, it was captivating. The people watching during the intermission between acts was also fun, particularly this very cute, old couple who was very clearly enjoying their night out at the ballet. I don't really know what you talk about after 50 years of marriage, but I probably should have asked them, since they were chatting away. Also, I had the entertaining experience of seeing an usher yell at a patron for taking pictures (FYI, you are not allowed to take photos of the performances apparently, good to know). That guy might be blacklisted at the Kennedy Center now, since they collect some pertinent information when you buy a ticket.
Monday, February 7, 2011
Philately
Yesterday I went to the National Postal Museum, which I was admittedly a little dubious about prior to going. On the other hand, I didn't know a lot about stamps or the postal service before yesterday so I was bound to learn something! My knowledge was limited to waiting in line at the lost post office behind several people with extraordinarily complex postal arrangements.
Parenthetically, this is something that has always been a little baffling to me. I don't generally mind waiting in a queue, it's generally the respectful, orderly thing to do, but it becomes more aggravating than necessary when the people ahead of you aren't quite as organized as it seems like they could be, thereby slowing everything down. I might be missing something, and I don't mean to offend, but the postal service has always seemed relatively straight-forward to me: bring something to mail, decide on the amount of time you want it to spend trekking to its destination, pay appropriate postage (and insurance, if necessary). Maybe my postage needs are just of the very basic variety and there are a whole host of other services of which I am not aware? I don’t know.
Anyway, back to the museum. It was really cool, I thought. It quickly became evident that I have taken the U.S. Postal Service for granted. Really stop and think about how brilliant a system it is: you put a sticker on an envelope, put it in the mailbox and magically it shows up at someone else’s house/business a couple days later. A couple DAYS later! Seriously, the only way it could get there faster is if you physically hand delivered the letter and who has time to do that. Moreover, if you were going to hand deliver the letter, wouldn’t that undermine the whole idea? Why not just talk to the person instead of handing them a letter and walking away if you travelled all that way? Okay, so that was one thing I gained an appreciation for. Another is the bigger-picture concept that a highly functional postal service really helped develop our country. Up until very recently, mail was how long distance business was done (and a lot of local business as well). Also, did you know that the postal service was largely responsible for the advent of commercial airlines? I didn’t. Think about it though, if you have scheduled planes flying mail from place to place, it’s only a matter of time before someone wants to ride along instead of just sending mail.
Okay, and then there were the stamps. I admit that I never really gave stamps all that much thought before, other than maybe pausing to admire a particularly nice work of stamp art or note how a foreign stamp differs from a U.S. one. Well, I learned there is so much more to stamps than just being pretty stickers. I could go into detail here, but that would ruin the surprise for when you go see the exhibits yourself. I could probably spend hours in the stamp collection though, they have stamps from literally everywhere in the world. And a lot of them are less boring than most of the U.S. ones.
Parenthetically, this is something that has always been a little baffling to me. I don't generally mind waiting in a queue, it's generally the respectful, orderly thing to do, but it becomes more aggravating than necessary when the people ahead of you aren't quite as organized as it seems like they could be, thereby slowing everything down. I might be missing something, and I don't mean to offend, but the postal service has always seemed relatively straight-forward to me: bring something to mail, decide on the amount of time you want it to spend trekking to its destination, pay appropriate postage (and insurance, if necessary). Maybe my postage needs are just of the very basic variety and there are a whole host of other services of which I am not aware? I don’t know.
Anyway, back to the museum. It was really cool, I thought. It quickly became evident that I have taken the U.S. Postal Service for granted. Really stop and think about how brilliant a system it is: you put a sticker on an envelope, put it in the mailbox and magically it shows up at someone else’s house/business a couple days later. A couple DAYS later! Seriously, the only way it could get there faster is if you physically hand delivered the letter and who has time to do that. Moreover, if you were going to hand deliver the letter, wouldn’t that undermine the whole idea? Why not just talk to the person instead of handing them a letter and walking away if you travelled all that way? Okay, so that was one thing I gained an appreciation for. Another is the bigger-picture concept that a highly functional postal service really helped develop our country. Up until very recently, mail was how long distance business was done (and a lot of local business as well). Also, did you know that the postal service was largely responsible for the advent of commercial airlines? I didn’t. Think about it though, if you have scheduled planes flying mail from place to place, it’s only a matter of time before someone wants to ride along instead of just sending mail.
Okay, and then there were the stamps. I admit that I never really gave stamps all that much thought before, other than maybe pausing to admire a particularly nice work of stamp art or note how a foreign stamp differs from a U.S. one. Well, I learned there is so much more to stamps than just being pretty stickers. I could go into detail here, but that would ruin the surprise for when you go see the exhibits yourself. I could probably spend hours in the stamp collection though, they have stamps from literally everywhere in the world. And a lot of them are less boring than most of the U.S. ones.
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