Back in Brooklyn, and beware the ides of March! Or in other words, happy birthday to Byron.
[It took a great deal of experimentation but I did figure out how to make the traditional family celebration cake in a coeliac safe manner. Forget all the weird flour combinations that rely on potato starch and xanthan gum. Just use a 50/50 ratio of tapioca and buckwheat. Problem solved!]
“An injury to one is an injury to all.” –IWW
My great-grandfather was an ILWU enforcer. His descendants followed in his path, and I was raised with the above quote as a fundamental precept not just of work but also life.
I’ve been in the Pacific Northwest on and off all year dealing with the fallout from my mother’s death. The details are messy, but she would not want me to argue or complain. Her expectation was that everyone should just shut up and do their jobs.
But I will say this: the family that raised me is now as fractured as the public dialogue all around us.
1911 wooden monorail prototype for proposed line through Duwamish Valley. Funded by private investors but never built.
Detail of stained glass window from the Seattle Arctic Club ca. 1909. Panel now on display at Museum of History and Industry.
Yayoi Kusama: Infinity Mirrors at the Hirshhorn.
The crowd seemed to interpret the exhibits strictly as selfie opportunities, which I found odd, but whatever. If you like standing in long lines for long periods in order to stand in small mirrored boxes for short periods, maybe this is fun.
The 2012 Tate retrospective offered a much better overview of the artist and her work, along with better crowd management.