As the sweltering days of summer fade into the distance (thank goodness), I wanted to take a quick look back over a handful of snapshots, and capture the memories before they disappear under a pile of autumn leaves.
The longer we stay in New York the harder it is to find interesting things to write about. Life continues to be interesting, of course, but lately we’ve mostly just been getting on with the usual sorts of things… (I mean, I could tell you about the trials and tribulations of an event planning committee I’m working on, or the epic meeting I’m coordinating at my professional association’s conference next month, but truthfully it’s all about as exciting as laundry and grocery shopping, and nobody wants to read about that.)
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
Because we never seem to do anything by half, the last few weeks have featured more concerts than we’ve been to in months.
What do 4000-year-old bronze sculptures, a truly bizarre interpretation of The Importance of Being Earnest and a very soggy Sunday in Queens have in common? Answers on a postcard please (or in the comments section below, I suppose). Continue reading
So we’ve been doing rather well on the cultural front lately.