May 2011
5 posts
Ninth Saturday: Piermont at Last
To explain how life works actually (as opposed to theoretically), I often quote lines from Stephin Merritt’s song “I Think I Need a New Heart”:
Cause I always say I love you,
When I mean turn out the light
And I say “let’s run away”
When I just mean “stay the night” … .
To conclude this little bloglette, I can now report that on the Ninth...
Eighth Saturday
Going to Piermont was a little like going to any other place, except that it was far prettier than all the previous destinations. We rode along 9W, up hills that were (to me) more palatable than the dreadful Churchill and the semi-dreadful Walnut.
It felt like a bit of an achievement, but not so much. I was glad we arrived.
There was a group photo at the Gazebo; I missed it. I think I was in...
Seventh Saturday
Another missed Saturday. An injury.
To make up for the disappointment, I went to Sotheby’s to view the contemporary art exhibit that was going up for auction this evening. The exhibit seemed lifted from the Abstract Expressionism one MoMA just dismantled. Bourgeois, Calder, Frankenthaler, Fred Samback, Sam Francis, and a sculpture of a woman c. 1972, by an artist whose name I can’t...
Sixth Saturday
This was the missed Saturday. I was at a baby shower where I had the opportunity to do an elephant on the tummy of a nine-month old boy.
On my way to the subway, I passed a lot of snazzily outfitted bikers and felt a little wistful.
I missed a ride to a place near Tappan called Pascack Park. For a while, it looked as though everybody was going to Piermont—but no! Piermont is going to be...
Fifth Saturday Turned Sunday
I’m finding this blog to be boring. Unlike my spirally Y Blog, it’s quite linear—it’s too linear. Today we did this, then we did this, then this. There is a way to write about this in a squiggly way but I’m not captivated enough to do do.
The highpoints of the Sunday ride, for me, were:
1) Biking all the way up Walnut (no walking), a somewhat long hill climb for a...
