My dreams have started getting very interesting.
Good place to take a lunch break.
On Saturday, I went for a long walk from my apartment down to MoMA PS1. To get there, I traversed this rainbow corridor.
I said hello to this single, spindly November rose.
And then fell into a reverie contemplating the mantra “Pipe is our life.”
Do you remember the Windows ‘95 game Pipe Dream? It is, blessedly, preserved on the Internet Archive. Along with Rodent’s Revenge and Chip’s Challenge.
When I arrived at MoMA PS1, I beelined for the cafe, thinking that I would grab a quick mezze app from Mina’s. Turns out, Mina’s closed back in June!! This is what I get for being very offline. I am heartbroken but VERY grateful that I went for one last visit back in January. Hopefully a new Mina’s will emerge elsewhere.
Determined not to spend $4 on a NOT-Mina’s cafe muffin, I sat outside and thoughtfully chewed on the Dave’s Killer Protein Bar that I brought with me.
Turns out, if I wanted lunch so badly, I should’ve just gone upstairs.
The main exhibition was Rirkrit Tiravanija’s “A Lot of People” and there was a “participatory piece” going on in which attendees were served pad thai that was made on the spot.
As tempted as I was to hop in line for free food, I decided to just sit back and observe the artwork.
Another part of the exhibition was a studio space with microphones and instruments where people could just jam out. And there was also a ping-pong table available for anyone who wanted to pick up a quick game.
This would’ve been a good opportunity to find another solo person and do something lighthearted and out-of-the-ordinary with them (which were probably the intentions of these exhibits). But I was feeling very quiet and inward-focused this day.
Embracing my hermitude, I went to go commune with the sky in James Turrell’s “Meeting.” Instead of playing ping-pong or belting out “Someone Like You” with one of my fellow museum-goers, we all sat quietly in this cold room.
Finally, I visited the “Historic Boiler Room.”
It was exactly what it sounds like.
Made Mom’s apple crumble on a Friday 🍎
“As long as possible, I would really like to complete one marathon per year. Though my time has been slowing down as I get older, it has become a very important part of my life.
One aspect that I have gained from running in the past 22 years that has most pleased me is that it has helped me develop respect about my own physical being.
I think to realize this is very important for all human beings.
To have such respect for your own body makes it possible to do the same for others. If more people on the earth shared this same feeling, there should be no terrorism or wars. Obviously, to our great disappointment, things are not that simple, that much I understand.
The most important qualities to be a fiction writer are probably imaginative ability, intelligence, and focus. But in order to maintain these qualities in a high and constant level, you must never neglect to keep up your physical strength.
Without a solid base of physical strength, you can’t accomplish anything very intricate or demanding. That’s my belief. If I did not keep running, I think my writing would be very different from what it is now.”
—Haruki Murakami in Runner’s World, 2005
I have joined the panting pantheon of EARLY MORNING PARK JOGGERS.
Today, we watched the NYC Marathon runners from the entrance of the Queensboro Plaza subway station. A perfect day for doing just this.
House party
At long last, I got to see Mary Lattimore live. Her playing the harp is my favorite sound in the world.
Against all odds, I’ve started getting into running.
Turkey trot 5k, here we come!!!
J.C. 11/1/23