I don’t usually dive into comments on political posts, but Joe.My.God readers, being family, can make it worth my while; today yielded a reference to one of my favorite under-rated movies from the 90s–the one that gave me an unnatural fear of running with scissors–Dead Again. If you’re trying to forget about the election this weekend and want to be kept on your edge of your seat in a good way, I suggest one of these recent classics with a few faces you might recognize:
Shortly after returning from Arkansas, I discovered the building that used to be New Harmony restaurant had been painted over with a field of dandelions. Tonight, returning from my Five Guys Sunday ritual, I noticed a break in the coverage–a small circle of light that either I failed to notice before or had appeared since. Of course I crossed 16th Street and hoped to ferret out what was coming next through this peep hole.
What I found instead was a hologram of a field of dandelions. It turns out that the elaborate effort of clothing a building in greenscape was a lure to look upon an instant captured in three dimensions and to look into a building and see outupon field and sky. The presentation is as much art as the artifact itself.
Another thing I noticed were two cameras. Maybe these are just for security, or maybe the art is looking back at its admirers. Either way, Field of Dandelions is another reminder of why I choose to make my home here: Even a well-worn path in the city can reveal new mysteries and delights if you care enough to notice.
I love taking the train to New York City, leaving Philadelphia from our grand train station at 30th Street, and I love being in New York City. But arriving via the rat warren beneath Madison Square Garden is underwhelming to say the least. That may finally change by the end of the decade.
The original Penn Station perished before I was born and had a remarkably short lifespan for such a grand edifice (1910-1963). I have a sense of what it was like from visiting Grand Central Station and 30th Street Station, but the Internet remembers for me, for all of us. [ The destruction of Penn Station | mashable.com ]
Despite having barely a breather since returning from Arkansas, I’m be-badged and one movie into this year’s qFlix film festival. Given movies don’t repeat, no tweet reviews this year; that will all come at the end. However, I will tweet out my day’s picks in case you are or want to be in the vicinity.