Ooh -- I want some. Of each: the dawn photo is divine, and the cheesecake is making me drool. I forget -- are we married yet ? How come we're on opposite shores ?
I only have this bamboo café window bar to counter [ahem] with, installed just in time to serve Saturday's dyke march at Dolores Park, a day ahead of our Pride parade:
Mark, he will be missed. Many years ago when I still lived in NYC, his column was one of the things I always looked at in the NYT. I remember marveling at the trends he spotted every week. I never, EVER noticed stuff like that when i was out and about--maybe because I lived on the upper west side and not in the east 60s? Such art, such an eye. I remember the mental picture I had of the photographer---way more slick and of the fashion world than he turned out to be. Also way less interesting than the real man. What a guy.
I hope Netflix brings that documentary back.
SDR, your bar is lovely! And Mark, so is your cheesecake! Is it the ricotta based type? I make one with cream cheese and a sour cream glaze that all my kids ask for for their birthdays every year. It's just the Joy of Cooking recipe but it makes people shriek with joy.
Good day, Spanky!
Yes, the cheesecake is a ricotta/quaalude based recipe that was passed on to me by a former housekeeper. Not real pretty, but quite tasty (just like me).
Dearest SDR,
I've never seen a bar that I didn't like,...and I like your design quite well. Especially pleasing to the eye, and it seems to float like a butterfly. Yes!
Best,
Your Aunt Mark
Have a "safe and sane" 4th of July everyone! (I like how they used to say that -- right there on the firecracker)
No such warning on cherry bombs or ladyfingers though. There is a sexist pattern in these names. Except for "Picolo Petes".
The Donald is behind by 5% going into the weekend. Needs a better tan I guess...
EDIT: Did I say "tan"? I meant "plan".
Hi Mark!
Those shorts look great!
Were they made from the flag of a small country?
If not, then you can make your own flag and start one. Or just run them up the flag pole as is?
I think Mr. Chopper should have a matching pair too.
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I say run 'em up the flagpole. Something that I've never done before. Yes! Why not?
Hi,
Aunt Mark
ps a link to something below. I think.
https://www.buzzfeed.com/leonoraepstein/the-ikea-catalog-evolution-1951-...
Great IKEA link Mark
I never can get over how bad 1976 was… It wreaks of unfocused hobbit sensibility. (REAL hobbit sensibility would of course be fine with me)
1976 brings back memories of real estate agents trying to loosen up (permed hair two fingers past the collar) in plaid coats and white shoes. I guess that was everybody, not just R E agents…
Love the color blast in the 60s shots
Thankfully, my clearest memory of 1976 is of the 4th of July in NYC on the upper west side. I was still in college and had an apartment with a roommate on 108th and Broadway. That morning the tall ships from all over the world were sailing down the Hudson River just a few blocks from home. The weather that day was perfect---sunny but breezy, not hot, and for I think the only time in my 8-9 years in New York, everyone seemed to be in a buoyant, happy mood. (Is that redundant? Buoyant and happy? Whatevs, it was nice across the board. And strangely and pleasantly quiet, too. I guess all business traffic had the day off.)
My roommate and I walked over to Riverside Park and watched the ships for awhile. Growing up in landlocked Illinois, I'd never seen anything like it so it was quite thrilling---plus on some of them the sailors were all in a line on deck, standing at attention for us! They looked so handsome! Well, from a distance, anyway. All things seemed possible.
Later we went down to Battery Park and watched the three identical fireworks displays shot from barges. I grew up seeing fireworks shows that consisted of one firework shot off every five minutes ("It takes them awhile to reload the cannon," explained my mom) over a small lagoon, with maybe three in a row for the grand finale. I think the entire thing lasted 30-40 minutes at most. So this show was pretty great! Since then I've seen even better displays but at the time it was really something.
I don't know how many people were there but it was a LOT---hundreds of thousands? When it was over, everyone walked quietly and calmly in huge crowd north towards the subway stations and buses. There was no shoving or pushing or rudeness, at least not that i saw. Later I read that no crimes were committed on that day in NYC, but that was probably not quite true. Still--it was pretty perfect as far as I could tell.
I'm from Roscoe. Aren't you from the Rock Island area? Or something? Did you know a guy named Jeff? If so, he's not related to me. I do have an Aunt Marvel, though. I wouldn't be a bit surprised if you're related to her. She could not have a more fitting name!
I should have added to my story that NYC was pretty awful the rest of the time I was there. One of my other fond memories was of the sight of a pigeon pecking at a slice of pizza in the water streaming in a Broadway gutter on a day that was so totally dark and rainy that everything seemed filthy and gray.
Why yes, we lived in Rock Island. I'll be there next week, and will be on the lookout for Jeff. Was he handsome? And did Aunt Marvel drink?
Best,
Aunt Mark
ps, the old homestead is still on the market. My folks donated it to a Montessori School when I was in college. It's now a mess.
Jeff was not very handsome, regrettably. He did play the French horn, though. But not very well so I guess that doesn't count for anything.
I don't remember Aunt Marvel drinking much but maybe it was just relatively little compared to the ocean of alcoholism on that side of the family! She was and still is a devotee of astrology, though.
Hi Spanky!
I'm still on the lookout for Aunt Marvel, but I have a pretty good lead on Jeff. Did his last name rhyme with Trump?
Your pal,
Aunt Mark
ps I like my shorts today. Happy 4th. Feed the birds.
pss. met an old gal in at a party last evening. She claimed to be able to see decent people's faces in a bucket of water...and evil people's faces in fire. She also claimed to once see someone in a pot of home made tomato soup. I asked her if her name were Aunt Marvel. No.
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