Wednesday, October 22, 2014

Darien, Connecticut

Of course, the Darien mentioned in the poem by John Keats, below, is not the same as the one in Connecticut. Keats' Darien is Darien Province in Panama. Locals in Conn. pronounce it 'dairy-ANN', or so I was told. 

And now for the other Darien, and the only other one that I have ever heard of… I suppose that ever since Keats wrote this sonnet, people have been pointing out that Velazquez, not Cortes, was the first European to see the Pacific Ocean: 

On First Looking into Chapman's Homer

Much have I travell'd in the realms of gold,
And many goodly states and kingdoms seen;
Round many western islands have I been
Which bards in fealty to Apollo hold.
Oft of one wide expanse had I been told
That deep-browed Homer ruled as his demesne;
Yet did I never breathe its pure serene
Till I heard Chapman speak out loud and bold:
Then felt I like some watcher of the skies
When a new planet swims into his ken;
Or like stout Cortez when with eagle eyes
He star'd at the Pacific — and all his men
Look'd at each other with a wild surmise —
Silent, upon a peak in Darien.

Friday, October 17, 2014

In Which Zach And I Find Ed Koch's Grave, And a Mysterious Wooden LampPost

Ed Koch's grave: north-west corner, 153rd and Amsterdam Avenue. 

As we're leaving the graveyard, we see a mysterious wooden lamp post. 

Wooden all the way up to the light fitting. 

And with a socket near the base... 

...that charged Zach's phone! 

Friday, October 10, 2014

Wednesday, October 08, 2014

Lost In The Wash

Something has been omated in Bushwick! See also here

Monday, October 06, 2014

Read To Your Children

This endearing little story comes from the philosopher of liberty and democracy, Jean-Jaques Rousseau: 

Every night, after supper, we read some part of a small collection of romances [i.e., adventure stories], which had been my mother's. My father's design was only to improve me in reading, and he thought these entertaining works were calculated to give me a fondness for it; but we soon found ourselves so interested in the adventures they contained, that we alternately read whole nights together and could not bear to give over until at the conclusion of a volume. Sometimes, in the morning, on hearing the swallows at our window, my father, quite ashamed of this weakness, would cry, "Come, come, let us go to bed; I am more a child than thou art.

— Rousseau, Confessions, Book 1.

Rousseau is of course the author of The Social Contract, and its famous opening line, which I think is one of the greatest opening lines of all time:   

"L'homme est né libre, et partout il est dans les fers."

("Man is born free, and is everywhere in chains"). It's sometimes translated "… but is everywhere in chains", however, there is in the use of 'and', a greater sense of astonishment at the statement as it unfolds itself: "Man is born free, and (yet) is everywhere in chains!" It has set in motion the acceptance of its own logic, so that immediately, the reading mind asks: 'how can this be?' 

There could hardly be a statement more diametrically opposed to the one I heard so frequently as a child, from Psalm 51, verse 5: 

"Behold, I was shapen in iniquity; and in sin did my mother conceive me". 

Wednesday, October 01, 2014

Everything You Own Plus 4,500%

A firm of lawyers? Greed, Hasno & Limits, attorneys-at-law. 

One Mourns As

Sunday, September 28, 2014

Wooden World

I saw some amazing art recently, in Chelsea. I took my friend Rob to the Marianne Boesky Gallery, at 509 West 24th Street, where artist Roxy Paine has imagined the complex, untidy world as made singly out of maple wood.

Friday, September 26, 2014

A Fall Friday

Summer's lease is up, and it has flitted away early this year, replaced by the exquisitely cool, mild days of Autumn in New York. Some, many, people say, that this is the city at its finest. 

Normally, these calmer days and cooler nights do not come upon us until late October, and are squeezed into a week or ten days, before suddenly, it seemed in recent years, Hallowe'en was the last day of ethereal warmth. November 1st, All Saints' Day, would arrive with the almost scalding cold, the howling rain and the freezing wind of winter. 

In the gardens of the American Museum of Natural History, there is a fairly ordinary pink granite obelisk, on which are many names on three of its sides. 

Barack Obama is listed here, amongst many others. The President's chiseled name was receiving a power hose cleaning today, along with the others: see above. The obelisk lists Americans who have been awarded a Nobel Prize. 

Wednesday, September 24, 2014

Monday, September 22, 2014

Thursday, September 18, 2014


Despite appeals to Braveheart-style radicalism, and the romantic tug of finally steering their ship of state themselves, I think the Scots will vote to stay in the U.K., in today's historic referendum... More tomorrow.

Sunday, September 14, 2014

2 Boots

I saw these wonderful boots on the 2 train, tonight!

What A Surprise

"I hear that there are a thousandfold new suicidal religious maniacs out to get us".

Once upon a time, the United States was attacked by a bunch of suicidal religious maniacs, who hijacked passenger jets and flew them into the World Trade Center and the Pentagon, and abortively, into a field in Pennsylvania.

The U.S. President, infamously obtuse about his lack of foreign policy smarts up until Sept. 11th, 2001, ordered attacks against the attackers' training camps in Afghanistan -- fair enough -- and then railroaded the world into the invasion of Iraq.

Many were the voices, high and low, that cried: "don't do it! You'll regret it! You're going to topple a nasty regime and find it replaced by a worse one! Or worse still, you'll topple a nasty regime -- which had nothing to do with the 9/11 attacks anyway -- and unleash a thousandfold new suicidal religious maniacs! And perhaps a couple of generations will be born, will blossom, then wither away, before this big, fat, but entirely preventable problem, recedes."

And yet, for someone as well informed as a U.S. President, life is full of surprisis.

There's (Not Enough) Something In The Water

There's a piece in today's NY Times about Lithium, the chemical element that has been prescribed for certain types of depression for years. It seems that Lithium is in fact present in nature, by no means abundantly, but in trace amounts that might in fact have some small affect via drinking water... 

Most interesting was this, from the comments section:
I can't speak to the benefits of taking lithium, but I can relay a story related to drinking lithium water. There's a hot springs in New Mexico that has a lithium spring. The entire hot springs is devoted to relaxation and increased calm, so I can't speak specifically to the effects of lithium water and its ability to lower one's level of anxiety or depression. However, I can speak to the effects that it had on the vividness of one's dreams ... and this was an effect that all of my family members reported ... we had the most incredibly vivid and realistic dreams when drinking the lithium water. When the lithium water was not available, no vivid dreams. When it was available, vivid dreams occurred.
This too:
7-Up was originally called Bib-Label Lithiated Lemon-Lime Soda and contained lithium citrate right up until 1950. In fact, it’s been suggested that the 7 in 7-Up refers to the atomic mass of the lithium.
When I checked, the atomic mass of lithium is in fact 6.94, which might be rounded up to 7, but do chemists routinely work with averaged numbers and inexact figures? Probably not.

Friday, September 12, 2014

The End Of One Thing and The Beginning Of Another

Covert Street, Bushwick, Brooklyn. 

Sunday, September 07, 2014