Philip Jones Griffiths and Philip's mentee and fellow Magnum photog Chien-Chi Chang discuss the future of the world's most revered photo agency. And then the friends of Philip broke Ed's bread. Well, the bread wasn't made by Ed, but by Maison Kayser, and was about as good as it gets. Ed made the seafood Provencal, however, which was savored in vast quantities. And he made me put the parsley in the still life. I went to bed before the party broke up at about 3 ayem.
|Afternoon delight, Amsterdam Ave., NYC|
On the other hand, while I was having my toe cut open in Chinatown yesterday (not exhibitionist enough to offer up that image), the podiatrist exclaimed, "A half naked man!" He went on to report that the buildings across the street were "hotels" and often had naked people walking around or leaning out the open windows. "Europeans," he said. "I guess they don't care." He said the cardiologist two floors up had to be careful his elderly patients didn't have heart attacks.
Oh, and speaking of voyeurism, here's a piece about its dangers.
|Afternoon fright, Canal Street, NYC|
Everest season is upon us again—my expedition leader pal leaves for Kathmandhu tomorrow. Someone who, perhaps in solidarity, has been binge watching documentaries about Everest (some starring said expedition leader) was inspired to produce the following account of her adventure. I am sure that you will find it as thrilling as I did, even if I suspect that she is making fun of me as well as herself. Hers is the longest post I have ever put up. But then, it was a helluva journey. . .
|Inspired by the many movies and series on Mt. Everest, I and My Team decided to try to get off the couch today:|
We tuned in for guidelines.
|The Youngest member of the team was the first to get ready for the descent.|
|The Oldest member practiced on a similar peak: The Footstool.|
|The Strongest leapt for it.|
|While The Leader monitored their progress from base camp.|
|There were obstacles. The danger: Was there cat throwup in the hall?|
|And was it night?|
|Or day? Once the approximate time was certain, The Team pressed on.|
|One of the first setbacks: The Cat Pan. And always one question: P- U! Do we need oxygen to pass it?|
|Without oxygen, some of the climbers begin to pass out.|
|The Team Leader radios Base Camp for help.|
|Radio communication is down, so one of them makes the ascent to Base Camp for help.|
|The Descent begins again, but this time the the dangers are even greater: The Bills!|
|The Unsorted Mess|
|The List of Things to Do|
|Exhausted again, the weary climbers return to Base for a nap.|
|And they will need to replace the many calories they have burned during the descent.|
|It's decided: Without sherpaws, the descent may be too dangerous to try again. Some members turn back.|
|Hope of a successful descent seems hopeless. All they can do is try again tomorrow.|
|Back at Base, it's time to reflect on The Journey.|
On the real St. Patrick's day, ie today, I ordinarily hide out.
Dorothy Reilly's Irish Soda Bread recipe can be found at this past post.
And here, once again, is my favorite St. Paddy's Day tale, which mostly no one but me finds hilarious and which is the reason I try not to go out of doors on The Day Of.
|Neither of the new intact sinks go all that well with the white soup bowl tub.|
The sink in the bottom pic with the bamboo has to be replaced in the bathroom with the new soup bowl tub. And the counter painted. Which sink and what color counter? Katie? The other sink will go in the master bedroom at Claudia's, which currently has a calla lily pattern. And where should I put the cracked fish sink? Outside someplace?
|What to do with this beauty? Glue and mount in Hannah's outdoor shower? Ideas?|
|This counter has to be painted to go with the new sink and tub.White?|
Oh, and a belated happy pi day. And beware the Ides of March.