nooks and crannies. alleys and avenues.

This morning I watched eighty-some-odd-year-old Bill Cunningham's fashion segment in the NY Times.  I suppose I was in a  sentimental mode, but it was served as an immediate cue to how amazing living in New York is.

There are pros and cons to city living. It's hot as hell here. Exercise happens in cages instead of fields. But the confluence of so many different elements, people, economies, thoughts, inspirations etc. all meeting together at a central location creates something electric. It's akin to the mouth of a river or an estuary in all its beautiful cliche-ness...

 Building on this, shortly after I posted this this morning I came across this in my Facebook feed from Humans of New York:
 

After I'd taken his photograph, his caretaker offered a formal introduction: "This is Banana George," she said, "the world's oldest barefoot waterskier. He's 97 now. When he was 92, he set the world record for the oldest person to waterski barefoot." 

the spirit of the games.

Props to Nike for celebrating the spirit of sport and the power of one all the while taking a jab at the sacred circles of the Olympic committee. We can't forget that it's still commercially motivated, and the more cynical would say it's still exploiting... but it's good work and it's moving.

 All the while we have other rhythms in the culture to tear at the sacred thread of the Olympic fabric.

Today, I Love the Internet Because...

...it conencts us in ways like this: displaced cultures (yea maybe displaced is a strong word, but it's romantic in a fucked up sense), crafting amazing recipes and now folks working to find a way to share that recipe and its ingredients around the world. simply amazing. kick start them.