The once-in-decades corpse flower at the NYBG is blooming. Coincidence?
(Photo not by me, by www.geekygirlengineer.com)
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Absolutely positively the best story out of Cleveland so far
From today’s NY Times:
“According to xHamster, one of the leading aggregators of online porn, traffic from users in Cleveland spiked significantly this week as the Republican National Convention got underway. Viewership in the city shot up by 184 percent from its pre-convention average, surpassing traffic the site gets from people in large cities including New York, Miami and Los Angeles.
“‘This increase is unprecedented,’ said Mike Kulich, a spokesman for the web site. ‘They’re making porn great again.'”
I Love New York
Stopped in my local deli last night on the way back from the Rancho. Young couple at the counter buying coffee. Counter guy I’ve never seen before, young, big grin, trendy glasses, says to man, “Mind if I give your girlfriend a compliment?” Man says go ahead. Counter guy turns to woman and says, “Nice ass!” Woman turns bright red, giggles. Man is stuck for a second, then says, “She loves to hear that.” Woman slaps him on the arm. They leave, her still giggling. I say to counter guy, “That may not have been what either of them was expecting.” Counter guy laughs and says, “Bet the sex will be better tonight.” “Oh,” I say, “that was altruistic?” “Yeah,” says he. “That’s what I do, travel around the world making sure everyone has great sex.”
I love New York.
Baton Rouge, St. Paul, Dallas
I have to talk about Dallas, but I, a writer, find myself at a loss. I write fiction; I take time, re-write, polish each word, each phrase. This situation — Baton Rouge, St. Paul., Dallas — is too ragged and raw for that.
So I’m going to do something I haven’t done on this blog. I’m going to refer anyone who wants to go to Frank Bruni’s Op-Ed in today’s NY Times. He says what I would want to say, and beautifully.
How America Heals After Dallas
Thank you for any kind and caring gesture you can make today, and tomorrow, and every day.
Fourth of July
The Rancho’s*** little North Fork town has a 200-year tradition of reading the Declaration of Independence on the Fourth. A dozen local folks take turns and everyone sits on the Historical Society lawn and listens. Since we’re the emphatically-not-the-Hamptons fork we don’t have a lot of celebrities and we’re delighted with that. But every now and then someone of note does appear. Sometimes they have places here, and sometimes they’re visiting friends. That was the case this year, and so the reading of the Declaration was led off by Supreme Court Justice Sonia Sotomayor.
***Rancho Obesesso, the semi-nomadic summer home I’ve shared with friends for 24 years
140 dead in Baghdad
During Ramadan. And they dare to call this a holy war.
The only counter to this brutal horror is beauty, though at times it seems weak protection. Nevertheless. This is the land the Mongol armies rode; it’s seen its share of terror. And now look.
TBT: loooooong time ago
Three sisters and Ma. (“Don’t call me ‘Ma!'” being one of her more famous, and ineffectual, quotes. “Mom,” “Mommy,” “Mother,” were all okay, but of course we wouldn’t stop.) Big brother Al nowhere to be found. Me on the left (as ever), middle sister Naomi on the right, youngest sister Deborah on the lap. Notice the matching rompers also match Ma’s dress. Sometimes she got carried away.
John D. and me
Was interviewed yesterday by Lee Child, who’s doing a documentary for BBC radio on John D. MacDonald, author of the Travis McGee novels. Also being interviewed was Susan Isaacs, and here we all are with Kevin Core, the producer, at the BBC offices in NYC. The thing will air in October; will post the date when I know.
I Love New York
On my corner the NYPD has put up a temporary cell tower for the Gay Pride Parade. It’s been up all week but I only saw the No Parking signs today. The photo’s not great; the top sign’s white and the bottom one’s blue. There’s no question it’s a deliberately-made rainbow.
I love New York.
