Ed and I joined the estimated 4 to 6 million people across the nation protesting MAGA fascism last Saturday.
We gathered with the Quakers near Bryant Park. There were so many people joining the march that it took hours before we actually got onto the march proper on 5th avenue.
So the first set of pics and vids are from the gathering, the next set from the march proper.
It being June, Pride Month, the Brooklyn Museum’s First Saturday was a celebration of Queer community and art.
NYC Gay Men’s Chorus performs Andra Day’s “Rise Up”
The Beaux Arts Court was turned into a fair for queer figure drawing, djs and pop up markets.
Looking from the sun towards its closest four planets.
If you look closely, you’ll notice this is a different moneybags figure from the one pictured above (that one smiles, this one frowns). There are sometimes similar or duplicate statuettes on both uptown and downtown platforms.
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Alas, poor Yorick, I know you well.
Installment #15 of my ongoing series. All other personal New Yorker Cartoon captions can be most easily found in the literary lyricism archives.
Who’s a good board? Who’s a good board?
You are! You are!
You want stock dividends?
Yes you do! Yes you do!
So it turns out that hissing sound is not from the AC…
Which is what happens when you introduce a low pressure system into a high pressure job.
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Last Thursday the Brooklyn Botanic Garden sponsored Hanami Nights in celebration of cherry blossom season. Hanami translates to “flower viewing”.
I have posted pictures of the cherry blossoms before, but this is the first year the BBG organized their special celebration in the evening, allowing for pictures in dusk and spotlight enhanced night.
There are also pics and videos of traditional Japanese folk dancing.
I have been busy acting in several handfuls of short films (and other projects) lately.
One of the short films shot early March in an upper class Upper East Side townhouse. It was a night shoot.
I played a sleazy manservant.
Here is a photo album of the shoot, but mostly of that town house. It was fascinatingly idiosyncratic.
A crew member laying down track for a dolly shot.
Notice the wall paper. Every room had what looked to me like bespoke wallpaper.
When I leaned my head against the wall, I realized the wallpaper was cushioned. Not as thickly as a padded cell, but still soft and comfy to the touch.
Video of the complete performance in the Cherry Esplanade section of the Brooklyn Botanic Garden March 22.
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