A new conveyor belt sushi place. It has a great rating and mostly great reviews.
Now with video.
There were several “only in New York” moments (like the tiny trained cat and dog show off Times Square) but the only one I caught on video was this dude in a suit playing his didgeridoo sitting in a barred park.
The Guggenheim is currently exhibiting a collection showing the work of Cai Guo-Qiang, a Chinese contemporary artist. It was a stunning exhibit and in the center of the museum was a new piece about the prevalence of car bombs in our society and as a reaction to 9/11. Breaking the first rule of the museum I slipped my camera out and took these videos.
From below:
From above:
p.s. I say this too much, but it is awesome that we live in the future. This post was made from the waiting area outside gate 19 on our way home to Austin, thanks to JetBlue’s free WiFi.
Here are a few “ambiance” videos from our walk in Central Park the other day. We were cutting across from Columbus Circle headed to the Whitney. Out of pure fortuitousness we stumbled out of the park on the street that exactly borders the museum — couldn’t have planned it better if I lived here.
The W family of hospitality includes Bliss Spa (who is lucky enough to employ renowned architecht Ashley McClaran) so we stopped in this morning for pedicures. My feet are soft and supple, and happy to receive a little rejuvination after so much walking.
It is cold and wet in NYC so we decided to stop in at the finest haberdashery the Manhattan has to offer.
Staying at the W hasn’t been the best hotel experience ever — the Waldorf-Astoria will be hard to defeat with that title…then again they have more experience — but there are a lot of nice touches that make it feel upper crust. The swinging explosive doorman, Denzel, made our arrival seem like we were about to meet the Wizard. Daily lobby offerings of crisp fresh apples or oversized Bliss Spa towelettes make our departures and returns refreshing. In the evenings the lobby becomes a lounge and the bulk of the transformation is carried by a video installation that changes the interpretation of the overhead sculpture from peaceful meadow to an artsy frenetic dance motif.
I think I have this new camera figured out. It should work great for vlogging. I’ll set your mood to “big city” and ask your indulgence for pointless video.
One thing that convinces me the I can’t live in NYC are these ridiculously claustrophobic lengthy subway escalators. I could neer get used to this.
“My heart fills up like a balloon—and it’s about to burst.”
Probably my last my daylight photo of the day. Next photo should be my dinner at Perilla.
In the Robert Redford produced Barton Springs/Urban Growth/Environmentalism movie, The Unforseen, a lawyer for SOS discusses the genesis of Central Park and how absurd contemporary government would consider the conecpt of setting aside a massive tract of green space in the middle of prime real estate.
