Blog Title: Feeding on Folly Blogger: CJ Hartwell Review Period: January to December, 2017 Reviewer: CJ’s Internal Critic Note: Beings how this CJ person is currently enjoying some time off work — and sleeping in EVERY morning like the lazy bum she is — I, her Internal Critic, am conducting her Annual Review in her place. (She… Read More The Blogger’s Annual Performance Review
This coming Sunday is the Tony Awards. Also known as: The Award Program You Never Watch. This year my family will be watching, because two of the shows we saw in New York are nominated for best musical. Oh my gosh! I haven’t told you about the shows we saw! Do you have a moment?… Read More Four Broadway Musicals and the People We Saw There
We took the light rail to downtown Phoenix last Saturday. No event to attend, nothing we needed to do, no particular sight we wanted to see. We were simply conducting an experiment. If it took us between 50 to 60 minutes to travel from our Airbnb in Queens to Manhattan, and once there we never lacked… Read More Gotta Cure My Post-NYC Blues
Practice helps. But there’s a much easier way, and I imagine a much more common way: You pay for it. From its beginning, Carnegie was a rental hall. I looked up the price for renting it, should you feel so inclined. Without putting in a lot of effort, I found the going price in 2014 for… Read More How Do You Get to Carnegie Hall?
I planned on giving you a tour of the museums we visited while in New York, but then I got distracted by this news story in the Daily Mail: “A student who left a pineapple in the middle of an art exhibition as a prank was left shocked after curators put the fruit inside a glass case.”… Read More That’s Art?! And Why That’s a Stupid Thing to Say
One belongs to New York instantly, one belongs to it as much in five minutes as in five years. —Tom Wolfe After six days in New York City, I’m back home. Or at least, my body is home. I fear my heart is somewhere on 5th Avenue, in the vicinity of Bryant Park. If… Read More It’s Not My Home, But Dang I Love New York
This coming Saturday, in the wee hours of morn, I’m boarding a plane for New York City. The reason? Hold onto your hats: Husband is singing at Carnegie Hall! WHOA!!! To answer the probing questions you haven’t asked yet, it all started about a year ago…
