Long Island City Sanctuary at http://www.noguchi.org/
9,335-square-foot model of the five boroughs at http://www.queensmuseum.org/
Listen to Opera, watch snow flurries, and stand near the old school radiators at http://momaps1.org/
If you’re in NYC get yourself to MOMA P.S.1 this summer (before July 24th!). Not just for their awesome summer dance parties, but for the incredible exhibitions showing right now! P.S.1 can be totally hit or miss in my experience but it is absolutely worth a trip right now to see The Holy Mountain (pictured) directed by Alejandro Jodorowsky, Laurel Nakadate’s Only the Lonely, and Nancy Grossman’s Heads.
I went to the planned parenthood rally last week where speakers kept reminding the crowd of how exactly to hashtag the revolution (#nyc4women).
And here’s a perspective you don’t get to often— a proposal for a pro-choice pro-life coalition . What do you think?
Finally, did anyone notice the giant phallic building rising above the protesters? Seemed ironic.
Xi’an Famous Foods has the most incredible fresh noodles. If you’re a vegetarian like me order d5 or d5s (with soup).
Bold claim, East Village.
Between 1997 and 2007, [New York City] police arrested and jailed about 205,000 blacks, 122,000 Latinos and 59,000 whites for possessing small amounts of marijuana. Blacks accounted for about 52 percent of the arrests, though they represented only 26 percent of the city’s population over that time span. Latinos accounted for 31 percent of the arrests but 27 percent of the population. Whites represented only 15 percent of those arrested, despite comprising 35 percent of the population. Government surveys of high school seniors and young adults 18 to 25 consistently show that young whites use marijuana more often than young blacks and Latinos. The arrests also are heavily skewed by gender. About 91 percent of people arrested were male.
Took a weekend trip on the long island rail road out to Bear Lake . 
(Metro North Hudson Outbound from Grand Central to Peekskill station.) 
Happened upon the Hudson Valley Center for Contemporary Art and a great used book store.
Re-Reading: Lolita by Vladimir Nabokov.
Photos; Andrew Elliott.
I just finished an hour long run and was walking home through the West Village thinking about ice cream. I passed an old homeless man begging for change on Bleecker. Usually I’ll buy these guys pizza or a sub, but I don’t give them money because when I was a kid my mom told me they’d just buy alcohol and I wouldn’t be helping them. The street is overflowing with drunk twenty-somethings. This time I think: if he wants to get drunk he’s just like these people, no better, no worse. So I give him some quarters from my pocket. Then I turn into my local supermarket, now distracted by what I want to buy.
Kiwi’s for tomorrow breakfast, some hummus for the leftover pita bread, should I get that ice cream too? I wander towards the check out. I probably shouldn’t get the ice cream because I’d have to eat it all in one go since I’m leaving town tomorrow. From the line I can see the freezers. I really would enjoy coffee heath bar crunch, but then I have those Popsicles left. I should finish those first. The cashier starts to ring me up and to my surprise, the homeless man from outside gets in line behind me. He puts a pint of coffee heath bar ice cream on the counter. He’s got my quarters in his left hand and a couple wrinkled bills and a plastic spoon in his right. How strange that we desire the exact same thing at the exact same time. We’re not so different after all.
“What’s great about this country is that America started the tradition where the richest consumers buy essentially the same things as the poorest. You can be watching TV and see Coca Cola, and you know that the President drinks Coca Cola, Liz Taylor drinks Coca Cola, and just think, you can drink Coca Cola, too. A coke is a coke and no amount of money can get you a better coke than the one the bum on the corner is drinking. All the cokes are the same and all the cokes are good. Liz Taylor knows it, the President knows it, the bum knows it, and you know it.” (Ch. 6 : Work, p. 100, Andy Warhol, The Philosophy of Andy Warhol)
