BOO! BOO! Guess Who?!
Carved Pumpkin by Scat / Oct 2006
Critics have declared that this pumpkin "reads well from the street."
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Carved Pumpkin by Scat / Oct 2006
Critics have declared that this pumpkin "reads well from the street."
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Belle da Costa
Greene (1879-1950), circa 1913 by Paul-César Helleu (Black, red, and white
chalk; postcard from the The Morgan Library)
This is Belle da Costa Greene. She became
J.P. Morgan’s librarian in 1905 and for the next 43 years she spent millions of
dollars buying rare manuscripts, books, and art. Her aim was to make Morgan’s
library “pre-eminent, especially for incunabula, manuscripts, bindings and the
classics.” She traveled frequently, staying at the best hotels in Europe and collecting
autographed manuscripts, rare books, old master drawings, and medieval and
Renaissance manuscripts. (I have a degree in Library and Information Science
and this is a job I’d like to have!)
We loved discovering the hidden treasures
of The Morgan Library & Museum at Madison Ave. and 36th St. in New York where “every object is a treasure.” We saw original manuscripts
by Mozart, drawings by great masters, illuminated texts, an envelope that
Galileo had used to sketch Jupiter’s moons, and even the Martin guitars that
belonged to Bob Dylan and Woodie Guthrie (in a special exhibit). A recent
addition integrates Morgan’s three historical buildings into a steel-and-glass
pavilion that feels like an Italian piazza.
From all accounts Belle was beautiful, smart, charming. She said, “Just because I am a librarian, doesn’t mean I have to dress like one,” so she wore couture gowns and jewels to work. See a photo of Belle after the jump.
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Drinks on the Terrace / Library Hotel, New York City / Oct. 2006
After a wonderful visit to The Morgan Library & Museum (more about that later) we walked north and discovered the Library Hotel, a landmark 1900 brick and terra cotta building located just a block from the New York Public Library, where we had drinks in the intimate setting of the Writer's Den on the 14th floor. We sat "outside" on the terrace (now enclosed in glass) and watched the lights come on in the neighboring buildings and the clouds blow by as the sky darkened.
Each of the ten floors in the hotel is dedicated to one of the ten major categories of the Dewey Decimal System (Social Sciences, Languages, Technology, Literature, etc.). Then each room has a collection of art and books relevant to one topic within the category for that floor. "I have always imagined that paradise will be a kind of Library." - Jorge Luis Borges (Poema de los Dones)
Late Fall Afternoon Sun / Charlottesville, VA / October 2005
One of my favorite sections of the paper is House & Home in the Thursday New York Times. This past week they did a story on Dan Ho who has written a book called Rescue From Domestic Perfection. I love his philosophy. He has "downsized" his life from a 1,200 square foot house to a rented apartment in Greenwich Village that is one-quarter that size and his message is basically that we don't need all the stuff that we're told we do. "At the core of his philosophy is the belief that our relentless attention to renovation and reorganizing, to building and rebuilding, distracts us from the more demanding work of becoming better partners, caretakers and friends. Style in Mr. Ho's view, is unstudied, capricious." (NYTimes, Thursday, Oct. 19, 2006, p. F1)
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Tile Roof in Opatija, Croatia / May 2005
Thirty spokes meet in the hub,
But the empty space between them
is the essence of the wheel.
Pots are formed from clay,
But the empty space within it
is the essence of the pot.
Walls with windows and doors form the house,
But the empty space within it
is the essence of the home.
-Lao Tse
Plates on the "buffet" waiting to be filled with cheese, crackers, pineapple, pears, pepperoni bread, and Mom's stuffed mushrooms, spinach balls, and relish cheese / October 2006
This past Friday night was cool and crisp. The temperature had dropped about 30 degrees from the day before. The girls came over for wine and cheese and fruit and talk and then we strolled uptown to the Art Walk where we browsed in the shops and saw some wonderful artists like the ceramics of Jenny Davies-Reazor (she makes beautiful, unique tiles and ceramic shrines). We all enjoyed the walk and being out in the fresh air. It reminded me of why Halloween used to be my favorite celebration. Not because of costumes or candy, but because we went walking around at night by ourselves. Outside it smelled like fall, the leaves crunched underfoot and blew around as we walked the streets, and on that night there seemed to be something extraordinary in the air -- a connection to the unknown and the mysterious.
Tarsa / Rijeka, Croatia; May 2005
After visiting Trsat we ate a late lunch at the Konoba Tarsa in Rijeka with Ervin's family. Brandy with honey served in small ceramic mugs to start. Carafes of red and white wine. Ceramic pitchers of water.
A "konoba" is a type of restaurant found along the Croatian coast serving simple and traditional food. At one time fishermen would take their catch to the konoba and have someone else cook it for them.
Konoba Tarsa is located at Josipa Kulfaneka 10 in the Trsat section of Rijeka.
Fence at Monticello / Charlottesville, Virginia; October 2005
Creativity is the defeat of habit by originality.
(Arthur Koestler)
When you have an old house you never know
what will pop out of it. This empty cigarette package was under the floorboards
on the third floor. I googled the brand name and found four advertisements that sold on ebay:
I guess my package is at least 55
years old. I've never been a smoker, but looking at these ads ("pure and wholesome" — if they only knew!) and the exotic packaging (even though they are from Richmond, VA) are enough to make me long for ". . . the little luxuries in life."
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Looking for Treasure / Opatija, Croatia; May 2005
A Philosophy of life: I'm an adventurer, looking for treasure.
(Paulo Coelho in The Alchemist)