Snowflakes on Saks Fifth Ave - NYC
Right, it’s my 5,000th post. As per the established Ryan’s Rules of Order, I must now post a picture of myself. You see, I agreed to post a personal photo every 1,000 posts for folks who asked to see what I looked like. I think personal photo posting always runs the risk of being a bit vain, so I agreed to do it on a limited, periodical basis. But just to prove my reluctance with taking this too seriously, today you get to see my ugly derrière!
That’s me hanging out in New York City’s Central Park this past summer. I had a whale of a time, and I was especially glad to see my dearest, oldest friend (she’s a bit famous, actually: http://spookychan.tumblr.com/ ).
It’s so clean! - RH
So, just back home from a week in New York… I’ve had two important American songwriters stuck in my head all week. The first is George Gershwin. The second, mostly because he was on the radio pretty much ubiquitously throughout the week, is Billy Joel.
This is a clip of that quintessential New Yorker, Leonard Bernstein, playing and conducting Gershwin’sRhapsody in Blue.
Part II is here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BgPV0jLmdSM&feature=channel&list=UL
I’ll post something from Billy Joel shortly.
I’m heading back home tomorrow evening. I’ve been having an absolute whirlwind tour of some of the world’s best art. That said, I should thank the deity that I’ve been able to talk to Chan, Aaron, Mandy, Mary, Chip, William, Mom, Dad, Grandmother, and a couple of my professors while I’ve been away. Texting, e-mail, Skype, Tumblr, and Twitter have all made traveling easier. I’m especially grateful to Aaron for talking to me a couple of times when I was feeling especially homesick (if he didn’t know he was helping with that, he did — a lot). Anyway, it will be nice to be back home soon.
Until then, I leave you with the last painting I looked at in New York before my journey home. A true high note to end a trip that went to Turkey, France, and New York City.
Jacques-Louis David, The Death of Socrates, 1787. The Metropolitan Museum of Art, New York City.
I’m about to head out with my New York friends to see the Tony-winner for Best Play, “Clybourne Park,” on Broadway. I’m excited about it — so excited that I’m almost fashionably dressed for the occasion (I find good fashion sense to be an utterly elusive concept for some reason). Afterwards, a feast of New York Italian fare… And, you know, sometimes it’s good to be an American. This is one of those times!