The Pickle Stick

In the ongoing quest for essential knowledge, I wish to share an important discovery with you.

The Pickle Stick

The Pickle Stick

 

While wandering the cold streets of downtown New York tonight, the smell of pickles drew me straight to the vendor with his barrels.  As I was starving, I couldn’t resist a sour straight from the brine.

I have now learned there’s no better way to eat a pickle while walking down the street than using a pickle stick.

 

 

 

 

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Too dark for a photo in the moment, I was unable to get that candid-camera shot.  What you have here is a re-enactment, with an olive–the best I could do in order to transmit this critical information to you in a timely manner.  I know you will make good use of it.

Constructed webs

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To the warm rain of this Halloween was added a hanging bat and an enormous spider, its web attached to the ubiquitous New York construction scaffolding.

Residents of this building on 80th St, just off 5th Ave, certainly go all out for the spookiest day of the year.

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Apple picking through the ages

Connecticut looks so pretty this time of year.  I haven’t taken as much advantage of its elegance as I would like, but today rode the windy roads among the yellows, oranges, reds, and rusts of the trees, to catch the end of the foliage still up high.

The intrepid Jane Austen fans in Connecticut gathered to pick apples then potluck, in commemoration of the Box Hill picnic in Emma.  The day was glorious, the apples ready to be plucked, and a gentlemanly gentleman was handy to make it happen.

The gentlemanly Doug

The gentlemanly Doug

Striving for Empire (apples)

Striving for Empire (apples)

The Judgment of Paris and the Golden Apple for the fairest in the land, updated to the Regency era

The Judgment of Paris and the Golden Apple for the fairest in the land, updated to the Regency era

Everyone wins this contest!

Everyone wins this contest!

 

 

 

 

 

 

Run away to…

This may be the cutest packaging ever to emerge from a store.

Fashionista

I felt like I was running away from home with my tomato vine stick and cloth-wrapped, clothes-pin secured bundle.  What did it hold–my new vest, with the front made of men’s ties.  Well, you just have to see it.  It’s really clever and dashing.

As is so much of what Todd (a woman) carries at Fashionista.

A long two blocks from home, I actually went in looking for funky glasses.  But what fun trying on remnants of costumes from the Broadway show Fela! and vintage silk wrappers and a man’s smoking jacket.  I came back to 2013 and my middle-aged body to invest in that vest.  I’ll be the best-dressed runaway hitting the rails (to New York).

For the well-dressed runaway

For the well-dressed runaway

Looking in corners and out of the way places

In an interesting juxtaposition, I explored unexpected corners and spaces today.

Starting on the Hartford Belle, a boat sailing 2013-10-05 11.22.14the Connecticut River near Hartford, surprises were there in this pretty unsurprising city.  Who would expect this Russian onion dome on the Colt’s Firearm Factory?

I love origin stories and learned that the name Connecticut is a Dutch-ified version of an Indian word that means “long tidal river.”  Those Dutch!  They came as early as 1614 to explore the 410 mile long river, which runs all the way up to the Canadian border.  The river has a two-foot tidal variation each day, even as far up river as Hartford, 40 miles from Long Island Sound.

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The river is the first of the “Blue Way” program for cleaning up polluted, historic rivers.  Now little commercial traffic travels up the river.   Still, Hartford is prettier from the river than on site.

 

 

The afternoon saw me off the boat and on foot, back in New Haven.  This tour explored the corners of buildings on the Yale campus.  We were snooping out carved spouts and grotesques on “gargoyle-infested buildings.”  In contrast to the guide of the Woolworth Building, this author-architect Mathew Duman defines a gargoyle as a figure-caricature that also works as a channel for rain water.  Grotesques can be inside or on the exterior of a building, but are purely decorative.  No funnels there.  We can watch the architectural historians battle it out, or start our exploration.

2013-10-05 16.49.43What’s fun about the gargoyles around Yale is that they play off of student life, as well as showing dignitaries from its past.  The sense of fun, irony, and satire are consistently present, on all types of buildings.

Here’s a carving from the law school  Can you make out the charismatic teacher and his sleeping students?

 

And Calhoun Hall is named for a man who is shown as a student sleeping over his studies, not as a great benefactor.2013-10-05 15.41.06  Love the monkey grotesque, who seems to single-handedly hold up the building.

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Hilariously, this grotesque with the wooden stone on Bingham refers to a prize awarded to the Yale student who eats the most.

And as a critique on gluttony, two grotesques on Davenport show the roasted fowl and Faust (get the sound similarity?).  They satirize the gluttony of food (fowl) and gluttony of power (Faust).

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The bulldog Handsome Dan is the campus mascot, and bulldogs are all over the place on building facades.  I particularly like the bulldog nerd.

Also a “yale” is a fantastical figure that can resemble a goat, a unicorn, or a hybrid with a human.  It can be embellished with an elephant tail, polka dots, or horns that go in separate directions.  Lots of latitude in portraying a yale around campus.  We saw a baby yale, but don’t get too close!  They’re supposed to be vicious.  Here’s a pair of yales in the bright light of the old art building.

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Don’t look so scary, eh?

Check out more of my favorites in the slide show below.  Don’t miss the screenwriter and the painter (although he is missing his brush)…

What was so great about the tour, too, was being able to go into the locked courtyard of a resident hall.  We got a bell concert, commemorating the new president induction at Yale today, while standing in the Brother’s Immunity (a literary society) courtyard of Branford College.

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I definitely felt like I was in a rarefied place, but really, this is a dorm.  Yes, really.

You can hear some of the bell tower concert in this video of the main courtyard at Branford.

 

 

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Where you’re looking

Row of construction guys on their cell phones

Row of construction guys on their cell phones

One day not so long ago, construction workers on their lunch break oogled the girls strolling along.  Now, like everyone else, their heads are in their phones.  So much for “Standing on the Corner Watching All the Girls Go By.”

I passed these guys on Madison Avenue on my way to The Whitney, part of my whirlwind tour of the new fall museum exhibits. Ranging from the lovely Pictorialist photograph of Julia Cameron to slightly prurient paintings of pre-adolescent girls by Balthus to delicate and lovely eighteenth century pastels to the sublime international textiles show to a modern photography show highlighted by Martha Rosler’s hilarious kitchen demonstration video, the Met once again has an interesting lineup.

Peter Heinemann, Untitled, 2005

Peter Heinemann, Untitled, 2005

Tenderizer in hand, Rosler would likely take off the curatorial heads at the National Academy Museum, where their new show of seven post-war (which means after World War II) artists has taken over the entire museum.  It’s a very male show and a non-challenging  one at that.  Where’s the female voice?  Come on NAD!
The Whitney does its thing again.  Is anyone really excited about Robert Indiana’s derivative pop art?  This is a funny statement, since I’m suggesting his art is derivative of something that’s already derivative.  “In the Air”by T.J. Wilcox isn’t particularly original either, reminiscent of Robert Haas’s panoramic mural at New York Historical Society.Still I enjoyed its mesmerizing quality as one panoramic rooftop view of downtown Manhattan flows at high speed through one full day and night all around you.  In the darkened gallery, the experience takes on an unexpected reverence.
Is that worth the price of admission?  Maybe, if you can get in to see the wonderful Hopper show, too, before it comes down.  Sure beats having your head snared by a cell phone.

iPhone Photography

The Creative Arts Workshop offered a class today on iPhone photography.  I loved playing around with filters on an app called Snapseed, getting fun distortions as seen in this slide show.  By the way, the images are based on a display of pastries at the Farmer’s Market at Wooster Square.

But my heart is in what’s called Straight Photography–as we see it, on the streets, in the market, wherever.  You can check out the images from today’s exploration on this page.  Here are a few highlights from the walk to the farmer’s market at Wooster Square and at the market itself.  Enjoy!

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Some things that never change and those that do

On the Edward Hopper tour in Greenwich Village, I got to see some of the places where he and Jo created their lives.  He lived in the same apartment on The Row across from Washington Square for over forty years, and Jo moved in with him after they married.

Built in the 1830s, the creme de la creme of New York society lived there.  It was the site of the Henry James novel.  A hundred years later, Hopper moves in to the fourth floor walk up with a shared toilet.  In the 1950s, the landlord tried to kick him out.  They went to court, and Hopper won.  New York real estate is tough.  No indication that they ever got a private loo.

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Worse was the famous Tenth Street Studio building, torn down and replaced by a ’50’s modernist apartment building.  It was this tear down, as well as Penn Station, that led to forming the Landmark’s Commission.

Across the street is what is left of Gertrude Whitney’s Studio Club, in which even the reclusive Hopper partic2013-09-15 12.00.34ipated.  She assembled eight townhouses and the rear stables into exhibition space celebrating living American artists and their current work.  All that’s left is the patriotic, streamlined eagle above the doorway, the staircase, and the fireplace, which is a piece of art in itself.

 

The stables next door?  The sign was painted for a movie.

So in this city that’s always changing, today we celebrated an artist who doggedly stayed the same–despite the discomforts of his home and marriage and in the face of art trends that turned in a very different direction.
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I saw another example of this juxtaposition at NYU’s Institute of Fine Arts.  Lynda Benglis has four works there.  Look at the contrast between her famous latex pours from the late 1960s and the 1904 classically-inspired mansion that houses the art history doctoral program.  What a place to take a class, as you can see in this slide show.

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My day wrapped with a new opera of Jane Austen’s Persuasion, my favorite of her novels. Some things never change, like the poignant charm of this Austen story, which worked fairly nicely as an opera.

Hot Air

Perhaps it’s fitting that a museum about P.T. Barnum and his hokum would have been wrecked by a lot of hot air.  Not Hurricane Sandy, but a tornado took out the historic building of the Barnum Museum in Bridgeport, CT.  The building is still standing, and the collections are safe, but a lot of money and work are needed to get the circus doors open again.

I got a private tour by the curator of the “visual storage” of the collections in the adjacent bank building.  What fun this museum is going to be again someday.

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Not only did Barnum call Bridgeport home with his four houses, but so did Tom Thumb and his wife Lavinia, also a little person.  She wanted to look her best and used the House of Worth to design her clothes.  Here’s her tailor made dress form from 1878, which has two corsets underneath (yikes), apparently needed as she grew stouter with age.

 

 

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A number of tiny chairs and carriages are also on view.  Tom Thumb used a show carriage to ride the streets and market the circus, different from his everyday conveyance.  My favorite though was the diminutive carriage used by Commodor George Washington Morrison Nutt, another little person.  Doesn’t it look like the pumpkin carriage from Cinderella?

 

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Apparently, Tom Thumb was a charmer and during the tour with Barnum in London, swept Queen Victoria away.  She gifted him with this bed.  It is really, really small.  Can you tell?

The chairs and such simply appear child-sized.  This bed?  Well, it’s really something to see, as it’s clearly not made for a child.

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He also patronized artists, with a collection of sculpture busts, including one of Jenny Lind, the Swedish Nightingale.  He didn’t even know her vocal abilities whe2013-09-10 12.29.10n he hired the already famous Lind to work with his circus extravaganza.  You can see her bust in the corner.

The man himself P.T. Barnum carved by Thomas Ball c1888

The man himself
P.T. Barnum
carved by Thomas Ball
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The museum is raising a whole lot of $ to get the hot air back into this wonderful collection and its historic home venue.  Wouldn’t you love to see all these objects back in their proper setting?

“Oh, how she schoons!”

2013-08-25 12.42.34On this beautiful August day, I sailed with the Quinnipiack Schooner in New Haven Harbor.  It was a very laid back Sunday morning, when even the wind couldn’t be bothered out of its lethargy.  So the two-masted schooner lazed along in the harbor, even as tug boats helped two commercial tankers transverse the harbor while we lingered.

 

We did get a history of the working New Haven harbor and its ancillary businesses like the 2013-08-25 10.30.30ropemaker and sailmaker and other services for a maritime center.  Now all gone.  New Haven is now mostly a “fuel terminal” for sand and salt.  The water of Long Island Sound is actually pretty clean, although the mud apparently has absorbed the decades of pollution.

More upbeat was learning about the schooner itself.  The word comes from ‘schoon’, pronounced shoon, and refers to the way the boat moves through the water.  The apocryphal story goes that a very fine lady on shore remarked about one of the boats, “oh, how she schoons!”

2013-08-25 10.57.18Schooners are designed to take wind from the side for a fast and comfortable sail.  This in contrast to oyster boats designed to run aground, so the oysters can be harvested.  These boats are called New Haven Sharpies and are still built and sailed today.

Sailing information for you.  The difference between ‘true’ wind and ‘apparent wind’: true wind is the direction and speed of the wind determined by reading the flags on board;  apparent wind is the wind generated by the vessel itself, plus the true wind.  Now you know.

Our sail was pretty calm, with basically no true wind, and therefore without much movement.  We did watch a sailboat churning along under engine power, seemingly saiingl right toward a tanker.  “Huh?”we all wondered.  At the last minute, it swerved away.  Weird.

And either the Coast Guard or one of the tanker security people called the Quinnipiac, in other words us, “troublemakers.”  I think that was in jest, even though boats operating under their own sail have the right of way.  So our little schooner could have made the tankers wait on us.  “Etiquette,” explained Becca, the mate, “plays a role, too.  They’re doing business.  We’re just happy to stay out of the way.”

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Check out this geometries , which really caught my eye.  See more in the slide show below.

 

 

 

 

Clang, clang, Go to the Art Colony

“Clang, clang, clang went the trolley…”

Actually only two clangs are needed to say “let’s go” on the trolley.  I learned that today at 2013-08-23 13.57.13the Shoreline Trolley Museum.  From 1900 on, the trolley ran from the New Haven Green to Shore Beach, for just a nickel.  Over time, the trolleys all over the state, including to the “electric park” for the rides.

The electric trolley grew out of the horse-drawn car, but was a whole lot cleaner.  (By the way, the term “teamster” comes from driving a team of horses.)  Through the years, the trolley car developed, not looking so much like a stage coach any more.  The sides were straightened out and sides were closed off to help endure the winter.  In the summer, the car had removable side panels for the breezes.  And the conductor finally got a windshield!

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Imagine my surprise when our trolley car was called “Desire.”  Yes, that Streetcar named Desire.  Same line.  Our car was retired about 1959 and brought from New Orleans for this museum.  An enormous key is needed to start the trolley and then some muscle power to 2013-08-23 13.46.23shift the gears, as I learned in the museum.  We rode the trolley three miles through the marshes not too far from the shore, speeding up to 25 mph, although friction allowed us to coast a lot, too.  You can imagine why some cities are considering reviving their trolleys–efficient and fun.

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When we reached the end of the line, me humming along with Judy Garland in my mind, we all got up and pulled our seats back to face the other way, and we were ready to return.

At the car barn, we saw all kinds of trolley cars, many damaged in Hurricane Sandy, so needing restoration.  The corporate car, which was used to check the lines around the state, but also for boondoggles, was pretty impressive.  Note the stained glass windows.  It even is outfitted with a kitchen and bath–bigger than some New York apartments.

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Pretty fancy for a trolley car!

 

 

 

 

 

I went on, not by trolley, but by car on I95 (ugh), to the Florence Griswold Museum to see the “Animal/Vegetable/Mineral” exhibit, which was good.  But I swept away by the Griswold house and it story.  Daughter of a ship captain, “Miss Florence” grew up in the 1817 Old Lyme mansion, but couldn’t swing it financially.

So she turned it into a boarding house, soon attracting New York artist Henry Ward Ranger.  Ranger started bringing his artist friends in the summer, and soon the Old Lyme Art Colony was born.  Most famous were Childe Hassam and Willard Metcalf, but about 200 Tonalist and Impressionist artists worked there over the first decades of the 20th century.

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Here Ranger painted the moonlight on the right and challenged Henry Rankin Poore to finish the scene, painted on the left.  So sweet!

 

 

 

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Most remarkable of all is the dining room where over 25 artists worked on panels.  I love the beautiful still life the curators created with the panels and red, red apples.

And then there’s the panoramic painting by Poore, a bit of a satire of the Old Lyme Artist Colony, and a real charmer.  Here’s a portion of it.  Two bottles there.  The bottle of paint or turpentine almost full.  The bottle of liquor, well, almost empty.

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And I think you can see most of very long, thin painting in the video below.

 

 

By the way, I started my day at the Boat House restaurant on the Quinnipiac River about 5 minutes from my apartment.  What a view!  What a day!

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Spare and Elegant

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A room at the Hyde

The Hyde Collection is one of those mansion museums where the owners knew they were forming a museum collection.  The rooms and collection merge in function and display.  Personally, I wouldn’t mind staying in the guest bedroom with the Winslow Homer drawing overhead.

 

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I made the trip to the Adirondack’s to see their Georgia O’Keeffe show.  She and Stieglitz spent a lot of time at Lake George, before it was a tourist trap.  While not a huge fan of hers, I really was taken with this early work.  Through the small exhibit, organized thematically, we see her find a confident voice of abstraction.  A large, extreme close of a jack-in-the-pulpit over the course of four canvasses becomes a line in a plane.

What I was taken with were not the flowers but the leaves.  Stunning studies of line in somber color, spare and elegant.  Her series of trees were evocative, full of personality, that the cell phone tour described a couple of times as cruciform.  I suppose the disappeared chestnut tree is a martyr of sorts.

Modern Nature: Georgia O'Keeffe and Lake George

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The landscapes from the early 1920s were simplified into shapes that could be hung vertically and become wholly abstract.  I strongly preferred the “representational” horizontals, moody and stormy and quiet and seasonal.

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Thinking of O’Keeffe, what’s a woman to do?  Leave Stieglitz and go West, find a different palette, carve her own forms.

What’s a 46 year old star of the New York City Ballet to do?  Have four male choreographers create duets for her.  These four new dances, some moments sublime, others a miss, each from this past year, are premiering at Jacob’s Pillow.

What worked best was the spare and elegant.  No curtain or sets, no elaborate costumes.  Instead the focus was on bodies, space, and music.  I love that!

So Whelan is finding a new vocabulary for her body (contemporary dance vs ballet), one that is a little too grindingly Philip Glass for me.  But power to her.

In a society that all too easily throws away older woman, how healing to witness two women who continually find ways to reinvent.

Lifestyles of the Rich…

On this postcard day, the sky was so blue, it hurt my eyes.  The wind was calm.  The temperature in the 70’s.  A perfect day to get out on the water.

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View of the Thimble Islands from Stony Creek on the mainland

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Maybe the tiniest beach in Connecticut

Maybe the tiniest beach in Connecticut

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Only 15 minutes from my apartment is the Thimble Island Cruise in Long Island Sound.  A string of 25 tiny, glacier-formed islands named for a berry like a black raspberry, these picturesque islands have been settled since the 1600s.  Now, 100 families summer here.  A handful get power and water from the shore.  The rest make do.  You know, holding tanks for rain water and such.

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But you gotta be rich.  You could get this little rock and hut for $1.9 mil.  Imagine what the 27 bedroom summer home with the formal gardens and swimming pool goes for.

All these rocks you see are granite, and originally, some of the islands were quarries.  No longer.  The land, what there is of it, is just too valuable.  You could feel bad for the owners of the 1885 Wheeler House. They have to dig up their native palm trees every fall and take them to another island to winter over.

The most populated island has 35 homes, and at one time also had a church and post office, like a real town.  It is called, wait for it, Money Island.  I’m not kidding.

 

 

Maybe this is because the most famous person from the area was Captain Kidd.  The pirate.  Here is the hidden harbor of his island, where supposedly treasure like gold and

Captain Kidd's hidden harbor.  It really is hidden.

Captain Kidd’s hidden harbor. It really is hidden.

silver stolen from ships in the Sound was buried.  Apparently most of his loot was found about 30 miles away, when he was captured in 1699.  The Scottish sailor was taken back to England, where he was tried and executed in 1701.

 

 

 

My favorite house is this one, built to withstand the weather, including 100 mph winds.  The wind goes above, around, below, and has left it the house alone for the past 30 years.  Not bad.

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But really, this little houseboat is the ticket.  Forget living on top of a rock, like the seals that 2013-08-11 11.59.08apparently swarm in March.  Forget hovering like a cormorant or white heron, whom we watched dry off on granite baked in the sun and carved by the sea.  Just live in a little houseboat, heaven on day like this, and pack it in for the winter.

 

 

 

A study in blue, dotted by kayakers and one sailboat

A study in blue, dotted by kayakers and one sailboat

Amazing skies

“Art is a subtle essence.  It is not a thing of surfaces, but a moving spirit.”–George Inness

Although I came to the Clark Art Institute for the Winslow Homer exhibit, which is wonderful, I lost my breath in a room of George Inness paintings.  For a fleeting moment, I had the room to myself.

The gallery turned into a meditation on the seasons (see the slide show).  I thought of how a room of Mark Rothko color field paintings now seemed obvious in their appeal to spirit. Here, Inness is quieter.  You have to seek him out.  He doesn’t call out to you, “Notice me!”

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Instead, I seized the moment to feel his intent.  As a Swedenborgian, Inness believed spirit/god was all around, and “as above, so below.”  Swedenborg was certainly esoteric, but turning my mind off for those few seconds, I got it.

Then in came the other visitors, and the paintings re-entered their frames and hung on the walls again.

The big sky of the new musical Bridges from Madison County also transported me out of  the theater.  The space at the Williamstown Theatre Festival is so huge that the enormity of the Iowa landscape has been captured.  A lone tree against seemingly endless fields and sky that changed with the mood of the story.  The sunset and starry night sky put me right onto that farm porch.

I don’t know how often out-of-town tryouts get a Broadway stage before the tryout has even started, but I get it about this show.  Everything about it is pitch perfect.  The book by Marsha Norman and score by Jason Robert Brown are so tender.  Elena Shaddow is the part of Francesca.   Kelli O’Hara has already been announced for Broadway, and it’s not that she isn’t wonderful.  But she’s more Meryl Streep (from the movie) than Francesca. Stevan Pasquale as Robert is more in his skin than in Far From Heaven.  And their voices worked really well together, turning the histrionics of the book and movie into something more operatic, sensual, and immersive.

How I prefer a simple story about a family and a passion to that of a transvestite wailing about kinky boots.  The end is so quiet, so poignant, so lovely, so memorable.  How could the Broadway show be any better?

Out of the theater, a cold, driving rain soaked me.  Eventually I drove away fromf the storm, and as sun broke through the dark clouds onto the verdant Berkshire hills, a rainbow thickly pushed up from the ground to the sky.

Another transcendent moment in a day of land, clouds, light, voices, and spiritual beauty.

Delicious creativity

How’s this for a fundraiser?  CitySeed, which hosts all the farmer’s markets around the city, had a fundraiser tonight–a Pie Contest.  Colin from Taste of New Haven was one of the judges, for “most beautiful pie.”

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Some pies are pretty.

Some pies are messy.

Some pies are delicious.

Some pies are too sweet.

Some pies are a little burnt.

Some pies are crumbly.

Some pies are seasonal.

Some pies are not.

Some pies are savory.

Some pies are just for fun.

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Happily, there was enough for everyone!

Beats volleyball on the beach

Today, I’ve been at summer camp–the Jane Austen summer camp.  Forget ‘capture the flag’!

Goodies and favors for all the campers

Goodies and favors for all the campers

 

We’ve had a very full day practicing our penmanship with quill pens, dressing our hair in Regency styles, sewing reticules and pocketbooks, and making the daintiest watercolors.  For geeks like me who despise dodge ball, this is the perfect way to while away a summer Saturday.
Check out the slide show for snaps.

 

Here are some things you definitely need to know.

Irene has a bunch of quills for us to choose from

Irene has a bunch of quills for us to choose from

 

When you’re picking out your feather–goose, turkey, duck and crow all work–for your quill, consider whether the feather came from the bird’s right wing or left wing.  Yes, feathers have sides, and you need to know this.  Victorians believed you match your handedness with the side of the wing.  During the Austen era, the Regency period, eh, not so important.

From another camper, I learned that the ink is very, very permanent.  Remember when Gilbert dips Anne of Green Gables’ braid in the inkwell?  No doubt, her braid would then have dripped ink on her dress, a permanent marker on what was probably her only garment until she grew out of it.  Sure enough, a camper got some ink on her Regency gown.  Sigh.

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We practiced writing some “moral maxims.”  My favorites are “Art polishes and improves nature” and “Content alone is true happinefs.”  Note the fs for our double-s.  f’s substituted for s’s at times and not at others.  All part of the very complex set of rules that went along with superlative penmanship, which by the way leans to the right at a 56 degree angle.  Good thing we had a guide to help us get that slope just right!

 

Henri-François Riesener (1767-1828) -  Alix de Montmorency, Duchesse de Talleyrand

Henri-François Riesener of
Alix de Montmorency, Duchesse de Talleyrand
probably early 19th century

We started with the “round hand” style, used by women and men, but I found myself preferring the “Italian” style–a precursor to our italic and favored by women.  Now your posture is very important.  Take a lesson from this young lady.

Note her beautiful uprightness.  Also she has turned sideways, so that her entire forearm rests on her writing desk.  She holds the quill with a delicate touch, like holding chopsticks.

You don’t want any blobs of ink!

Now this Regency lady had plenty of time to sew for pleasure and probably plenty of help dressing her hair.  We did some of both.

James Martin of
Abigail Noyes Sill
courtesy of
Florence Griswold Museum

 

Kandie showed us willing ladies how to make a butterfly curl, like you see on Abigail here.  You can find out how to do this on youtube, but the basics are to make a spit curt, then wrap your triangular shaped tissue paper around the curl, heat it, and wait.  You can wrap your whole head, so it looks like you are covered in butterflies!  By the time the tissue paper cools down, take it off, reveal your curls, and you’re ready to dance…

 

 

 

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Several of the ladies had their hair done by Kandie.  Do check out the slide show above for several examples.  Me, I’m a short-haired girl.  But I got a kick out of the transformations!

Thin hair becomes thick with a donut.  Thick hair can be tamed as it is here–elegant and beautiful!

 

 

 

I had some success with hand stitching my pocketbook, the Regency equivalent of a wallet.  Lisa was a huge help, of course.

Here she shows off reticules, replacing “pockets” worn under the skirt when dress styles changed to become skimpier.  The proper lady carried her reticule rather than bulk up her gown with a pocket.  Just the right size for all your essentials–your Regency cell phone included.

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Silhouette of Jane Austen

 

Originally for the rich, silhouettes became popular at markets and carnivals, bringing the uncanny form of capturing a likeness to the masses.  Although we didn’t get a chance to make them (working with watercolors instead), I know how to do a silhouette now and have the kit.  So call me and come over at dusk.  Let’s give it a try!

After all that hard work, I was ready for tea.  This tea came complete not only with scones, but also chocolate-covered strawberries and tea sandwiches.  And a performance.

Two campers put on a show–an extremely condensed version of the five acts of Lover’s Vow.  For those of you who know Austen, that’s the very naughty play that causes such an uproar in Mansfield Park.

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We were prompted when to hiss and even more importantly gasp at just the right moments.  The “Audience Gasps” sign was liberally used.  Thank goodness we all had our smelling salts.

smelling salts

 

 

I’m of a hardy constitution and made it through the play without fainting.  In fact, the whole day was a wonderful boost for the system.

Who says adults can’t go to camp?

Following Holden Caulfield

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Following in the footsteps of Holden Caulfield in Central Park today brought out the kid in us all.  Fun fact about Catcher in the Rye–the New Yorker wouldn’t publish a short story version of it for five years because they didn’t want to be seen as encouraging runaways.
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First, we admired the Delacourt clock but missed the animals circling when the clock struck.  Boo.  Our circling would have to come later.

I didn’t know that the Central Park Zoo was formed when people dropped off their animals like goats, and the resulting menagerie grew into what we see today.

 

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Like Phoebe and Holden, we paused at the duck pond.  My friend Helen and I wondered what the turtle was doing with these geese, and we came up with some pretty good stories.  I bet you can, too.

 

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We gawked at the Victorian Gardens carnival, no doubt just as those two kids did.

 

 

 

 

 

 
Then it was time for the circle.  How long has it been since you rode a carousel?  Right in Central Park, a real old fashioned carousel.  Pretty great!
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Apparently, the animals were originally used as a Coney Island draw.  When they were no longer needed for that purpose, the animals were put in storage.  In 1952, right around Holden’s time, the original carousel burned, and new life was given to the horses and other figures in storage.
Another fun story is that the carousel was originally mule-powered.  The barker would 2013-07-13 11.03.36stamp twice for the mule to go, round and round in a circle, and stomp once to stop.  Apparently, children would lie on their stomachs to see underneath the carousel, fascinated to watch the mule work–more of an attraction than the ride itself.

I really got a kick out of our ride.  Thanks to Helen for the treat.  Holden told his sister Phoebe to go for the brass ring, a tradition on the carousel.  If you successfully grab the ring while going around, you got a free ride on the carousel, while grabbing the brass ring of life as well.
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We wandered off the tour at that point, and Helen introduced me to Hans Christian Andersen in the park.  We lucked into a magical storyteller giving us an African origin story, accompanied by a musician playing a kora–a traditional string instrument–that really added to the experience.   Evocative.

 

Our time in the park ended as the day turned tropical and sultry. We ducked into the Whitney for the superb Hopper show and then the Guggenheim for the transformative James Turrell light work.  The nautilus interior of the museum has never been more heavenly.  To my perception, it morphed from 3D depth to impossibly flat.  Weird and almost psychedelic.  If you haven’t seen it yet, make the trip, fight the crowds.  It’s worth it.

Kinky Boots held no surprises, but the vegan Japanese shojin meal at Kajitsu was full of gastronomic delights.  Shojin ryori developed in Zen Buddhist monasteries, based on the avoidance of taking life for their food and on simplicity.  Their tea ceremony grew into shojin ryori, the devotional practice  of the meal I had.

I sat at the chef’s table, and my meal was prepared right before me, the silence in the room only punctuated by the sound of the Chef’s wooden clogs.  Every so often, a server would bring him a tiny cup of something to drink that he would toss back.  Sake?

The quiet, a true rarity in New York restaurants, and the only decoration on the beige-gray wall a sprig of green leaves with small white, feathery buds, diminutive on the long wall reinforced the spare, Japanese aesthetic.

The food was oddly textured to my American palette, tending toward soft, but very flavorful.  Each course had some kind of exotic sauce to mix in myself– one sticky, another thick.  The server explained each dish.  “Chef recommends,” she would say, instructing me on how to mix the sauce and dish.

For the soup course, I mixed kelp broth with many ingredients–seaweed, tofu skins, morel mushrooms (food of the gods!), miso…  I think.  I could hardly understand the server, who was very sweet to explain it all nonetheless.  Etiquette?  Pick up the bowl and slurp.

 

The third course

The third course

I had four courses, considered the tasting menu, served very slowly, and wrapped up with matcha and candies.  The matcha is dark green from the green tea and thickly bitter like espresso.  You start with the candy, then sip.  Chef  whisked the tea for me, delivered it, bowed silently , then moved on.

Matcha and candy

Matcha and candy

Others nearby were having ten courses or chef’s choice.  I was plenty content with four–the end of a feast of a day!

 

 

 

 

Goatville

No matter how hot, the intrepid Taste of New Haven goes on!  In the middle of a heatwave, I joined founder, and author about all things New Haven, Colin Caplan on his walking-eating-history tour of the Goatville section of New Haven. You might guess where the name comes from.  Neighborhood goats were allowed to roam the streets in the early 1900s, and journalists plopped the name on the area, then predominantly made up of Irish immigrants.

Colin is full of great stories, particularly the ‘first-of’ tales.  Lollipops were invented in New Haven, named for the racehorse the inventor bet on.  No, we don’t know if the horse was a winner, but you would probably agree that lollipops are.  And the frisbee?  Mrs. Frisbie’s pies were good, but those pie tins made for a great game among Yale students.

And then, there’s the pizza.  What is it that’s so special about New Haven pizza?  First, we learned to say it right.  The signs say apizza, but this is really pronounced a-Bitz.  Practice that, and you’ll make it in New Haven (which by the way is pronounced new HAVEN, not NEW haven).

Good water is an essential ingredient for pizza dough, and New Haven has been blessed.  This good spring water is why the first artificial ice machine was developed by a Yalie.  And why, you ask, do we need artificial ice machines?  Well, to make beer, of course.  New Haven has excellent water for lager, and as far back as 1646, when Deputy Governor Goodyear (whose descendents would invent the rubber tire) of New Haven Colony applied for his brewery license.  Ice is essential for making, storing, and delivering good beer and would have been seasonal until that Yale invention.

Although the Greeks got us on our way to loving that flat bread (pita) with toppings, Italy helped make pizza what we know today, especially after incorporating tomatoes, an Inca product.  Each region of Italy has its own style of pizza.

Pizza in New Haven is unique, too, developed by Italian immigrants in the 1880s.  Water helps and so does the secret yeast used for the dough.  The dough is stretched not rolled, which affects the consistency of the finished work of art, creating what Colin calls a taffly-like texture.  And so does the oven, and the battles rage on about coal-fired vs oil-fired.  Regardless, very hot, like 800-900 degrees, and flash cook it fast, like in 3 minutes.

Modern’s white clam pie

Today we went to Modern, which I had heard is many people’s favorite, even over the overcrowded, and I think over-rated, Frank Pepe’s, as well as Sally’s and their coal-fired oven.  About Modern, I now get it.  The dough is light and chewy, with a clear olive oil flavor.  The white clam pie?  Okay, that was good.  Squirt lemon on it.  Oh my.  Beats the mashed potato pizza at Bar downtown any day (although I do love the look of Bar).  But I say, try them all and decide for yourself!

 

Bar’s mashed potato pie

At Modern, I also tried Foxon Park white birch beer, which was refreshing and delicious on this hot, hot day.  It also made a splash during Prohibition.

mezcal…start with the chili-laden orange slice

We didn’t just eat pizza–we went to two bakeries, a farmer’s market, a neighborhood bar claimed by the New Haven police, and a Mexican restaurant, whose owners intend to rectify the dearth of good Mexican food in Connecticut.  The mole was too chocolate-y for me.  Never thought I’d say that, but I want to taste the cumin, chili pepper, cinnamon, anise, oregano, cloves and other spices.  A good mole, you can taste all the flavors.  The place is called Mezcal, and we got a lesson in how to drink mezcal, starting with the chili-spiced orange slice followed by the tequila.  Wow!  A real shot of flavor in the mouth.

Colin continually wove in the history of this odd neighborhood–not quite gentrified, but not desperate either.  I learned about ‘New Urbanism,’ which is just how we all like to live–walking villages with no need for a car–a concept inspired by life in New Haven.  You can see how your neighborhood compares to this list of new urbanism characteristics from wikipedia, the source of all knowledge:

“According to husband-and-wife town planners Andrés Duany and Elizabeth Plater-Zyberk, two of the founders of the Congress for the New Urbanism, they observed mixed-use streetscapes with corner shops, front porches, and a diversity of well-crafted housing while living in one of New Haven‘s Victorian neighborhoods.

  1. The neighborhood has a discernible center. This is often a square or a green and sometimes a busy or memorable street corner. A transit stop would be located at this center.
  2. Most of the dwellings are within a five-minute walk of the center, an average of roughly 0.25 miles (1,300 ft; 0.40 km).
  3. There are a variety of dwelling types — usually houses, rowhouses, and apartments — so that younger and older people, singles and families, the poor and the wealthy may find places to live.
  4. At the edge of the neighborhood, there are shops and offices of sufficiently varied types to supply the weekly needs of a household.
  5. A small ancillary building or garage apartment is permitted within the backyard of each house. It may be used as a rental unit or place to work (for example, an office or craft workshop).
  6. An elementary school is close enough so that most children can walk from their home.
  7. There are small playgrounds accessible to every dwelling — not more than a tenth of a mile away.
  8. Streets within the neighborhood form a connected network, which disperses traffic by providing a variety of pedestrian and vehicular routes to any destination.
  9. The streets are relatively narrow and shaded by rows of trees. This slows traffic, creating an environment suitable for pedestrians and bicycles.
  10. Buildings in the neighborhood center are placed close to the street, creating a well-defined outdoor room.
  11. Parking lots and garage doors rarely front the street. Parking is relegated to the rear of buildings, usually accessed by alleys.
  12. Certain prominent sites at the termination of street vistas or in the neighborhood center are reserved for civic buildings. These provide sites for community meetings, education, and religious or cultural activities.
  13. The neighborhood is organized to be self-governing. A formal association debates and decides matters of maintenance, security, and physical change. Taxation is the responsibility of the larger community.”

 

A Broadway tryout?

What fun to be in Broadway tryout territory.  In olden days, a glimpse of stocking was something shocking, and New Haven was an important stop before New York.  Tanking in New Haven, not a good sign.  Neil Simon premiered something like 8 plays here, and lots of musicals got their start in New Haven’s theater district.

Now, New Haven has its own thriving theater scene, and the launch pads have moved more to the mountains.  The Berkshire Mountains.  So today, I made my first of 3 day trips to the Berks to see a show that definitely should be on its way to the Great White Way.  Great Barrington Theater Company isn’t in Great Barrington.  Naturally.  It’s in Pittsfield.

And it’s corny enough to have an enormous flag mounted on stage before the show started, with the orchestra playing the Star Spangled Banner as its opening notes.  The audience stood up and sang along.  It was truly rousing.

On the Town from 1944 hasn’t worked too well in Broadway revivals to date.  Too creaky apparently.  But this version?  Wowza!  Sexy, contemporary, witty, stylish, breathlessly fast-paced.  Opera, jazz, tap, ballet, scat singing, rounds, and the rumba.  Exuberant dancing and singing that didn’t make me miss the Gene Kelly/Frank Sinatra/Ann Miller/Betty Garrett/Vera-Ellen/Jules Munshin movie one bit.  After all, it’s still Leonard Bernstein music with Comden and Green lyrics.

I did get a bit wistful when the boys sang, “New York, New York, it’s a helluva town.”  But Ben Brantley from the New York Times said it best, “The production runs only through July 13, giving it the mayfly-like life span of the romances it portrays. Normally, I wouldn’t tell citizens of the five boroughs to drive three hours to be told that New York is a helluva town. But this enchanted vision of a city that was — and of course never was — is worth catching before it evaporates.”

Tales from the Crypt

The International Arts & Ideas Festival starts today, and before volunteering at the Made-in-Connecticut panel, I went on a tour of the crypts of Central Church.

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The church got its name because it’s the center church of three on the New Haven Green, and one of two United Churches of Christ there.  But it was the first and only for about 100 years of New Haven’s history.  Established in 1638, the first pastor John Davenport made his first sermon on “Temptation in the Wilderness.”  I can’t really imagine what those temptations would have been.  I think most would have been focused on staying warm through the winter.

The current church is new, only 190 years old, and is the fourth meeting house for Central Church, serving not only as a church, but also a location for lectures, concerts, forums, and other public meetings.  Daniel Webster was one of the first to hold a political meeting at the church, which has had its share of notables among the congregants like Eli Whitney, Samuel F.B. Morse, and Noah Webster.

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The chandelier and Tiffany stained glass were site specific to this new building.

 

 

 

 

But what makes this place creepy fun is that it was built over the original cemetery of more than 5000, all buried in The Green. With a big rain this spring, one old tree’s roots were washed up along with the bones of several bodies!

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Some of those who died before were relocated to the large cemetery a few blocks away.  In 1812, Sarah the wife of the minister was last to be buried on The Green, now part of the crypt.

 

 

 

 

 

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Benedict Arnold’s first wife was buried here in 1775, before she had any reason to be embarrassed about her merchant husband turned soldier then traitor.

 

 

 

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The crypt offers a lesson in tombstone art.  The earliest tombstones were decorated with vicious looking sculls with wings, for returning the soul to God.

 

 

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Then the scull became less scary and was shown with a crown, as a king in heaven.

The inscriptions were often elaborate, as for the “painful mother of 8” with an angel on the tombstone.  I should say so!

Some had ‘vanitas’ sayings, such as the Latin for “as you now stand, so once did I”–worth remembering that people roved among these tombstones on The Green, so that reminder was to live well.

One of the founders of Yale in New Haven (where there was free land; Yale was moved after its formation in Old Saybrook, CT) lost several children as infants, as well as two wives before marrying the woman who would outlive him.  The infants are buried together 2013-06-15 11.37.00with headstones and footstones.  Tombstone size was not connected to age of the deceased, but rather to the purse.  Some children had the largest stones and even tabletop markers–the most expensive.

 

 

 

 

 

With the festival today, The Green is full of life–a one-man circus, a series of concerts, food vendors, buskers, sunshine, and lots and lots of living people.  They may not know who’s just below their feet…