I'm on my lunch break.

"Who eats rice with a fork?"

Happy Birthday, Dad.  (This is directed to my father, not the pigeon.)

Murray Hill.  On Canon Powershot.

I'm trying to shake that habit

In the Whitney Museum, I found a refurbished cigarette vending machine that now dispenses pieces of art instead of cigarettes.  Much easier on the lungs!  But perhaps just as addictive?

I considered buying my very own random piece of art, but then I looked at the examples.  Is that an ear?  That might be taking "love of Van Gogh" a little too seriously.

Upper East Side.  On Canon Powershot.

The Symphony of the City

A friend and I went to visit the Whitney Museum, where they are showcasing a fascinating fine and performance art exhibit by Christian Marclay.  The exhibit explores the relationship between sound and vision (deep apologies to Mr. Marclay for the oversimplification).  At one end of the floor, various photos of onomatopoeias from around the city were flashed up on screen (above).

Another wall was entirely taken up by a chalkboard, where visitors could scribble their own notes (musical, although some visitors clearly took the other meaning and wrote messages like "remember to ask her out!").  Live performers would periodically play what was on the wall.  When we were visiting, the live performers were playing the music decorating various pieces of clothing that live actors wore.

And look what I found on the chalkboard!  The perfect photo for a New York photoblog (and I didn't even write it myself).

Upper East Side.  On Canon Powershot.

Do you hear the words that are coming out of my mouth?

Sorry, Sign, I don't think a whole lot of people are listening.

Coney Beach.  On Canon Rebel SLR.

Herbie, Fully Loaded

This is how I would imagine the slacker, burned-out hippie friend of Herbie the Love Bug.

Credit to guest photographer:  Sarni.

East Village.  On Canon Rebel SLR.

Legends and Lawsuits

On my way to meet friends, I ran into a New York legend-of-sorts, the Naked Cowboy.  I tried to take a clear candid photo of him, but the guy moves fast - I was practically running to keep up.

So I broke my self-imposed rule and asked the Naked Cowboy to pose for a photo.  I also asked him to turn around, so that my bloggees could see his famous brand name.  I didn't want to take any chances - the Naked Cowboy has been known to patrol his legal rights vigilantly.  He sued the Naked Cowgirl for patent infringement!  This is one naked cowboy who knows his rights.

Times Square.  On Canon Powershot.

Museum Parties and Frosted Flicks

Pre-Raph invited me to a party at her museum (of Jewish Heritage), which has the most spectacular view of the water straight out to the statue of liberty.  It was hard to pay attention to that, however, when I was being blinded by a brilliant sunset - here's its reflection in the windows of the museum.  I like how it looks like there are 3 suns - like we're on some alien planet.

Then we hightailed it to Brooklyn, where we were meeting some friends to watch an outdoor movie at Brooklyn Bridge Park.  On the way, I was dazzled by Mr. Brooklyn Bridge himself.

This photo doesn't do justice to the beautiful night skyline behind the big screen, but I did manage to capture the movie title shot.  I can't remember if I ever watched this movie before, but the audience reveled in its 80's film glory.

Financial District and Brooklyn.  On Canon Powershot.