The Long Meadow of Manhattan

Who would have thought, that the longest meadow in any United States park, unbroken and measuring in at just about a mile long, would be located in the urban metropolis of New York City.  One may think you would find that in say…Nebraska, or Montana, but it called “The Meadow” and it runs along a stretch of land in Prospect Park.  This is a world of nature that offers people living their day to day city lives, going to business meetings, surviving taxi cab rides, a bit of peace and serenity.

That too, can be found in the quiet of a best Manhattan hotel room, but sometimes what is needed is the smell of nature, of trees and flowers, and open space.  The Meadow begins at the North end of Prospect Park, and continues, winding through to the Southwestern section.  At one time, the “lawn mowers” were the grazing goats and sheep, and many people of the borough came here to play croquet and lawn tennis.  Now days, many find peace in this area of the park either taking picnics, long afternoon walks, flying kits or playing Frisbee.

This area of the park was designed in the early part of the 1900′s, and by the end of that decade, much of the park, not just the Meadow, was in need of restoration.  Along with the projects happening throughout the 1990′s, with the help of the community and the Prospect Park Alliance, this section was revamped.  The paths were reconstructed and two hundred thousand dollars was spent on the care of the landscaping and the groves of trees.  Each year now, new trees are being planted on a regular basis and the Meadow is returning to its former glory.  It is once again, one of the places that New Yorkers seek refuge, and a bit of relaxation and fun, away from the hectic bustle of one of the world’s busiest of metropolitan cities.

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Luck and Lawyers in Las Vegas

Las Vegas is noise. You can hear the chortle of coins when they regurgitate from the slot machine or the chips that take leaf-tumbling falls and whisper across the green turf (you just can never hear them because someone is either laughing or crying, depending on how Lady Luck is treating them that night; it is one of the many sounds you hear there at night) of gambling tables for the games of chance that give people a chance to feel like a million bucks, not just win a million bucks.

That was why Terrence moved there. He wanted to fell like a million bucks, except he did not play the tables, he manned them. He navigated the labyrinthine mess of tables each day while he going to college, hoping one day to get in with a Las Vegas, Nevada law firm. He actually would have settled for any law firm anywhere in the United States except he knew he would miss the sound of the coins and chips and dice and people falling wherever fate let them fall. He would miss terribly and sweetly.

But he was in luck when he got of college because a law firm there picked him right up because he was a talented lawyer. But he continued to work the tables at his old casino at nights part time. He thought being is Las Vegas would be good enough for him, just being in the city would satiate his need, his urge to hear the lull of coins and people and traffic commuting across roads and tables, but it was not. He still wanted to hear the cards sigh even though he could not hear them when they fell across the table to spell out what kind of luck the player that night would have. He has never played those games of chance because Lady Luck is his boss and he, her employee. The badge with his name tag says as much because he never says much else. He is too busy listening to the coins.

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New York City is a Celebration of Life

It’s my first time in New York City. It’s a place I’ve seen, and heard about from the movies, the news and on Television; places like Central Park, Times Square, Fifth Avenue, the Empire State Building, the Financial District and of course the world renown Statue of Liberty.

I started my first day by having a quick breakfast at a nearby Starbucks, then headed to the tourism buses, they’re everywhere and I found one in Times Square unloading people. I managed to purchase a tour ticket at the concierge desk at one of the top hotels in New York, so it was easy to hop on this bus that will take me around all the city’s cultural and historical places, like the New York Post Office, Broadway, Madison Square Garden and tons of other places, and I could get at any of these places and explore, then hop back on the tour bus at any of the designated places. Very convenient really and loads of fun. I got off at the Empire State station and rather than go inside, I really wanted to climb it like King Kong did. But, I went inside, rode the elevator all the way to the top and the view is quite spectacular, it actually took my breath away, stunning.

I decided to take a walk in Central Park and that’s when it hit me that I was truly in New York, I saw all the places I’ve seen on films and on TV. I stood in front of a lake and all the scenes and a hot dog! I was starving. That was the best hot-dog I’ve ever tasted! Really! Fabulous. The hot-dog vendor pointed me back to Times Square.

Once there, at Times Square, I was overwhelmed with the rush of people, tourists and business people alike all bustling about. The huge advertising neon signs blasted all my senses, I was on over-load. Luckily, I had a chance to take a breath when I stumble across an artist drawing on the sidewalk. Yeah, a reason to look down! This calmed me down enough to get myself back in the swing of things and I remembered why I was here, to celebrate the best of what life is, and here in New York that’s exactly what’s happening, a celebration of life.

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New York Anthopology Club

This is an idea that’s worth stealing.  At least, I thought it was worth stealing.  It hasn’t quite caught on yet, but it will.  Or it could.  I think it should catch on, at any rate, and if the world thought like me, it would be a big rage, and everyone would be dressing up as their favorite anthropologists at least once a month.  We could meet at the best restaurants in Manhattan and play anthropology games, and it would be more fun than this city has seen in quite awhile.

It might take some time, but we have to work at it to really get this going, and if there’s any city that can do it, it’s New York.  New York has everything, and it really is the melting pot of the world.  There’s also plenty of very intelligent people living here, some of the best-educated citizens of the universe in one place.  Also, every major anthropologist has set foot in Manhattan at least once.  That might actually be an exaggeration, because there are probably a few who haven’t been here.  But even honorary anthropologists, like Vasconcelos, has been pretty close, because he was even in D.C., and I would bet that he decided to take a weekend visit here, even if he didn’t tell anyone.  I have not yet dressed up like him, because I don’t know what he looks like, but it would be very cosmic, and represent a cosmic race, you can bet on that.

Last week I tried it again, and only got three of my friends to agree, although only one showed.  It was a very intense dinner, though, and we had an amazing conversation.  He was Taussig and I decided to be Barbara Tedlock, and we met for Italian food.  The appetizers were excellent, and he was talking about performativity and food.  I was more interested in having a conversation about ritual and gender, and that was more than enough to get us both arguing for the entire evening.  This was one of those really excellent arguments, too, where we consider all the great ethnographic experiments of the century, and come out the best of friends.  Anthropologist rule.

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NYC’s Alternative Theatres

Manhattan is one of the most exciting places in the world.  It’s been that way for a few decades now, and there’s nothing to suggest that the city will ever slow down.  And of course, it will never, ever sleep.  In fact, it seems as though there’s more activity than ever.  Theatre slowed down for quite awhile, and economic fears made producers decide to do only revivals, or large-scale crowd-pleasers, at the sake of losing any kind of artistic focus.  It’s still not what it used to be in terms of experimentation and innovation, at least not in the established theatre centers.  However, this does open up a lot of doors for those young artists who are determined to make art no matter what.

In this regard, it’s a much better environment now for creating new and edgy work.  Those guests who are staying in luxury hotels in New York City have the opportunity to see the city at its best.  When financial security is in question in the city, the art gets much more interesting.  It’s an unfortunate paradox, and that’s never good news to artists who need to make a living and also commit to essential work that is meaningful.  The trend does seem to favor experimental work in times of want, rather than in times of plenty, and there are many different factors that may account for this.  It could be simply that the artists are echoing the frustrations of the culture at large, or it could be that there is more to oppose, and the art reflects this.  Or it may be that audiences suddenly become interested in work that asks vital questions, because people have more spare time.

Whatever the reason, it’s a good moment to check out groups like Elevator Repair Service, or Three-Legged Dog, to see what’s up and coming, and exciting from the next generations of theatre practitioners.  It’s also a great moment to see work by the avant-garde establishment, even though they would cringe at the title.  Works from the Wooster Group and Richard Foreman are as groundbreaking as ever, and there are glimpses of genuine hope and genuine vision in the work that sustains us in times of scarcity, and challenges us when we get too comfortable.

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Union Square Grace

This is just another Union Square story, and not even an unusual one.  There are lots of stories about New York, and all of them speak a bit about grace or the loss of it, at least in the way some try to speak to a peculiar New York sensibility.  But maybe all the sensibilities in New York are peculiar, in the same way that every story is Oedipus, in some essential way.  I couldn’t figure out where I was, when I was living there.  It was Chelsea, that I know, and I’m sure it was also a few blocks from where the Village started, and it rained a lot more than where I moved from.  I also was extremely aware that I missed some people, especially the love of my life, and I also felt like I was someone who could be missed.

This is in another time, when I didn’t know any of the kinds of people who lived in the best hotels.  Manhattan wasn’t a place for the super-rich, but if you weren’t that, chances are you were extremely uncomfortable, and nearly all the time.  We get used to anything, however, at least that’s what my friend Ran always said.  He was living in the Lower East Side, and again, this was a different time.  People just didn’t go there unless they had a very good reason, and for most of the residents, the very good reason was a key to an apartment.

We’d spend afternoons walking through downtown Manhattan, usually going through Washington Square Park a few times, walking until it turned dark, and then continuing on from there.  Sometimes we’d end up at the Slaughtered Lamb in the Village, but usually it was just more walking.  We were trying to get ourselves to a point where we could talk about the enormous changes we felt happening somewhere inside.  This time, though, what was different was that we’d both made the decision to leave.  The money was gone, there were no jobs on the horizon, and there were signs everywhere that it was time to go.  I was looking for a bracelet to give to my love back home, and Union Square had all the cool punk jewelry.  I don’t know what I bought, and I don’t know what I said, but I remember what the man there said to me.  He said, “You got a good sense of humor, that’s why I love the people in this city.”

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The Lure of FAO Schwarz

Who does not love a toy store?  One day I was in a bad mood, and a friend of mine had an idea.  I was being stubborn and was seriously…in no mood to laugh.  My friend Shawn picked me up and would not tell me where we were going.  I snarled and said, “Whatever”.  He is a dear friend who loves me, so I did not have to put up false pretenses about my bad mood.  When we pulled into the parking lot for a “Toys R Us” I was extremely annoyed.  There was no way I would let this put a smile on my face, at all costs I was going to hold on to my frown.  When we walked through the door, I could see the oh-so-joyful children move just a bit away from me, and I was happy–about being so grumpy.

Within seconds, Shawn had on a Santa hat and was running around the story shooting me with some hi-tech plastic rocket blaster.  A six year old boy, noting my distress, pointed me in the direction of a more powerful plastic weapon and the games began.  Within minutes we were on the floor cracking up and I was happy, to be happy.  This is demonstrated and has been for years, within the New York toy store, FAO Scharz.   The store on 5th Avenue was founded by Frederick August Otto Schwarz in 1862, with the name being at that time, Toy Bazaar.

First time I visited the store, I had left my room in one of the 5 star New York hotels, grumpy and stressed out.  But the moment I walked through the door, memories of Shawn shooting me with the ultimate blaster came flooding back, and I smiled.  I noticed a grumpy little girl, about ten years old, in one of the aisles.  I picked up a new and improved “blaster” of some sort, caught her attention and raised one eyebrow.  The corner of her mouth tugged, and soon we were dodging each other through the rows of games and other hi-tech toys.  After a few minutes, her uptown mom put a stop to our shenanigans, but on her way out the door, the little ten year old girl turned and gave me back my raised eyebrow.  It was one of those cool moments, only to be found in New York City.

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La Villita and the McNay Art Museum of San Antonio

One of the many things that the city of San Antonio has going for it, and going for those who live in the city or visit throughout the year, is the world of art.  There are many markets along the River Walk, and many galleries located throughout the city.  One of the neighborhoods in San Antonio that is heavily entrenched in the arts is that of La Villita.  This was the first true “neighborhood” of the city, settled by the soldiers of Spain during the times of the Alamo, or the Mission San Antonio Valero.

The early structures and buildings were washed away during a flood that occurred in 1918, and were replaced by adobe buildings and brick structures.  During this time, the village was quite populated.  During the end of the 1800′s, many immigrants from France and Germany moved in, and the families of that time, are now represented by some of the most successful in the business, the banking, the education and the artistic worlds of San Antonio.

There is a diverse blend of culture and architecture in this area, due to the mix of people from various parts of the world.  It is this kind of neighborhood, in every city, that tends to foster and to nurture the artistic spirit.  During the beginning years of the 1900′s, the area became a dilapidated slum, but again, this is not uncommon for the areas and neighborhoods of cities, such as Wicker Park in Chicago or Venice Beach in California.  The artists move in to these neighborhoods, and in a relatively short amount of time, the passions of the music, the visual and the performing arts…they take over, and what was once not so desirable, becomes the new hot spot.

This thriving art community is centered around some of the best San Antonio hotels, and to spend a bit of time here, will give you a sense of the artistic spirit, not only of the state of Texas, but of the cultures and the people who have immigrated here.  One of the best ways to experience these streets is by taking a walking tour, which will lead you not only through the cultural history of the city, but through the societal history of the United States as well.

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