cloud pearls

We toured the beautiful Urban Assembly New York Harbor School housed in the old Coast Guard Infirmary on Governors Island. Perhaps it is the only school to offer scuba diving as an incentive for good grades.

I got seasick on the 3 minute ride back from Governors Island to Slip 7 in Manhattan last Friday, perhaps the swells were more powerful than usual on account of Nicole, or perhaps it's just part of adjusting to the scope of new horizons I now face as the mother of a 13 year old. All I know is that I am among brave, adventurous and very committed people.

hookers, happy and not so much

In my secrect fantasy life I live in the building that houses Fairway, otherwise known as the Red Hook Stores building, built in 1860. Somewhere in there Look North displays Inuit sculptures such as these soul replenishing works in stone. Interior view of the building, I mean my apartment, here.

You know what I do in my apartment in Red Hook? I drink a lot of tea and rustle about in high-necked silk garments. I rustle A LOT. I sniff snuff. Once in a while I look out the window to see if any prankster artist is trying to hijack a cruise ship in a homemade submersible that looks like a giant olive.

If Duke Riley isn't available for such amusement (what is he up to these days?) then maybe this fan of amber wobbles over to the studio of Dustin Yellin, hoping to catch a glimpse of him merging painting and sculpture as his odd life forms appear in accumulations of resin. But then again, the view is lovely, and the tea so fine. And there's some oranges too (from Fairway).

I read that H.P. Lovecraft hated Red Hook, I suppose it was very different in the 1920's, or maybe he was a tad bigoted. As Peter Cannon noted "racism makes a poor premise for a horror story."