The other day I received a comment on a previous blog post from someone who clearly objected to my lifestyle and the way I present it here. Phrases such as “vacuous dross”, and “privileged and meaningless existence” were deployed, and although I didn’t appreciate the tone I have to admit I don’t entirely disagree with their point. I am well aware that this blog is all happy-shiny tales from my extraordinarily-privileged life (a life for which I am perpetually grateful, by the way), and I know that that even the bad days I don’t write about are really not all that bad in the overall scheme of things. And whilst I am perfectly capable of sophisticated textual analysis I choose not to do that here, although perhaps I should…
Pique aside, it’s always valuable to have one’s bubble popped from time to time, and the more I think about it the more I’m grateful for this comment – particularly as I was vaguely thinking about making one of my current volunteer activities more meaningful, and this has prompted me to sign up for an orientation to explore some options. I’m not sure whether this was the desired response, but there we go.
New York art aficionados are currently being spoiled with two once-in-a-lifetime exhibitions of old master drawings*, as both the Met and the Morgan have shows on display. Despite drawings not being entirely my thing, I went to see both in the same week, and have subsequently been horrifying all my arty friends by grumbling about one of them… Continue reading
Today’s random musing has been on the usefulness of context for disambiguation. In thinking about what I was going to write here I was struck by the fact that two of New York’s greatest cultural institutions have the same nickname, yet the occasions upon which this causes confusion seem to be few and far between.
This probably shouldn’t be at all surprising. Over the past couple of weeks we’ve been to both the Met (Museum) and the Met (Opera), to an exhibition entitled Jerusalem and a performance of Wagner’s Tristan und Isolde, and I don’t really see how it would be possible to mix up the two (although of course that didn’t stop me double-checking that Tom knew where he was going on each of the two evenings concerned). Continue reading
Another of my occasional “what have we been up to lately” posts…
With the end of summer fast approaching we finally made it to an open-air performance, and I managed to visit an exhibition I’ve been meaning to see at the Met for months, just days before it closed. We spent the Labor Day weekend visiting a friend in Chicago, and the 9/11 anniversary weekend singing two different requiems at St Bart’s. Continue reading
As various people have pointed out to me, things have been a little quiet around here lately…! Since we got back from our trip to Hawaii (of which more very soon, I promise) on December 5th, the usual pre-Christmas madness completely took over, and it has taken this long to catch up. Continue reading
Since it’s been a while, and I’m killing time waiting for some granola to bake (yes, apparently I have nothing better to do with a morning off), I thought I’d trawl through my camera and see what treasures were lurking therein. It turns out we’d been doing all kinds of fun things which I’d largely forgotten about, giving an alternative meaning to the phrase ‘photographic memory’. Continue reading
Is there anything more satisfying than when circumstances line up nicely? Since we moved away from the area the Upper East Side hasn’t exactly been on our must-visit list, but last Thursday night the stars aligned, and I found myself breaking my journey to meet some friends for dinner by dropping into the opening reception of an art exhibition. This show was of particular interest as it featured an installation by an artist friend of ours. (And I must say that popping into a gallery opening en route to dinner felt like a very New York thing to be doing!) Continue reading