We turned the corner on East 63rd Street and ran smack dab into Intrepid 24 Hour Radio Reporter Cone covering a Major Water Emergency.
Our destination was further up the block, closer to Fifth Avenue. We had to cautiously make our way past the Rescue Cone, ready to leap in if any of the Water Department Cones get swept away in the deluge. The tension in the air was palpable.
Fortunately, as we neared our destination, we spotted the EPA Special Unit Cones well underway with the cleanup. They paused to aid us as we crossed the street.
Inside Academy Mansion (google it, interesting how the other half spends money), 2 East 63rd, I discovered the bathrooms were out of order (ha! ) but I was able to see that the emergency was almost over, conveniently at end of shift, and Slacker Cone had already clocked out and was watching its buddy, Engineer Cone, shut down machinery.
We had a silly, fun filled day of art, tiny elevators, friendly gallery owners and dogs, and were exhausted.
These Cones were part of a film crew, working on “Oceans 8”, I think they are called Grips.
Another couple of Cone Grips charged with crowd control at the intersection. A thankless job at rush hour.
This Cone Grip was extremely busy – keeping wires untangled and guarding the Topiary. Behind it is an Apprentice Cone learning the ropes and watching intently.
I caught an extremely exhausted Cone Assistant Producer on it’s break.
We turned the corner at E63rd Street and ran into Cone Mayhem. Stay tuned.
Don’t jump to hasty conclusions. Just because Cones appear, at first glance, to be dumb and lazy – well, let me demonstrate the variety found along Madison Avenue and some cross streets as Shirley, Benedict and I went into gallery after gallery during Master Drawings New York 2017.
Phd candidate Cones proving scientifically,
and leaving no doubt, that climate change is real and the earth is heating up.
Cones hate it when people trip so they will go to extremes to ensure that Safety Prevails. OSHA loves them.
But, as with all life, there are bad apples such as this Cone which is obviously contemplating committing a Felony Grand Larceny. Disreputable looking fellow.
Traffic was horrible on Madison Avenue. It seemed to be louder and more chaotic than usual. We finally glommed onto the reasons.
I had an early ophthalmologist appointment in the city yesterday. Eyes fully dilated and sun-glassed I walked towards MoMA along Madison Avenue. Well, I got sidetracked when I spotted the IBM building on 57th Street. “Hmm. I wonder where the atrium is?” I murmured to myself as I peeked into the building entrance and saw security and barriers. I walked along Madison Avenue towards 56th Street, glanced to my right and saw a door with “Public Access” stenciled on the glass. “Ah ha! Found it.”
I bought a coffee and two teeny tiny cookies ($1.00 for 2), selected a table and took out iPat.
You know, I had a bit of trouble sketching. My eyes were Mucho Blurry and for some reason I was stupid about the positioning of the iPad (in my lap leaning against the edge of the table) which resulted in a steep angle which, in turn, thwarted my trusty stylus in its attempts to tap buttons. My stylus ALWAYS behaves properly but I just did not catch on to what was wrong. Duh.
Many of the tables appeared to be the headquarters for very important meetings of lawyer-looking types. Suits, ties, shined shoes. Ernest discussions.
Ugh. I had too much coffee. Resumed my walk to MoMA.
iPad; Pen & Ink and ArtRage apps; New Trent Arcadia stylus.
NYC is very intense. Here and there it lets off some steam.
On Friday morning (last week) I took an early train into the city and, after exiting Penn Station, crossed the street, entered the Hotel Pennsylvania and pushed the elevator button for the 18th floor. Very convenient. I joined up with a group of co-workers at the NYC branch of the American Society for Microbiology’s spring meeting. A whole day of speakers, breakfast, lunch, vendors and enough CEU’s to top off my 2013 requirement.
As you can see, I diligently took notes during the morning session
We were sitting so far away from the podium – really big ballroom with zillions of microbiologists – that I could only see the “idea” of what the speakers MIGHT look like.
But I persevered.
More notes during the afternoon session.
For you Wisconsin, North Carolina and Portland folks – the ground Is down there somewhere:
ArtRage app, Pogo Sketch stylus, iPad photo through a window.