old lizards and new books
The book that the movie guy was interested in was CAMOUFLAGE, which I do think would make a good movie. With Gay’s help I pitched a few others. Will send him the MARSBOUND trilogy when I get home. (This morning got word from Lore in Gainesville that a box of EARTHBOUND was just delivered. Not bad; pub date is December 6th.)
Continuing from yesterday . . . after the Guggenheim show we wandered through Central Park for awhile, headed for the American Museum of Natural History. Had lunch at the cafeteria downstairs and ogled a bunch of exhibits. They still have the most impressive dinosaur bones on display anywhere, which in their stolid solid way are more impressive than CGI.
Part of it’s personal time-tripping, remembering how awesome those bones looked when I first saw them almost 60 years ago. They still give me a thrill – especially the Mamenchesaurus, whose tiny head looks down from sixty feet up, as a predator skeleton goes after her skeleton baby. She’ll stomp him in a few seconds, surely. Once the signal gets down from her walnut-sized brain . . . . no analogy with political process here.
For dinner we went to the Jazz Standard, under the Blue Smoke Restaurant, for outstanding barbecue and music, both. The BBQ for me was an assortment of ribs – too peppery and spicy for Gay but just the thing for unsubtle Joe – and she loved her milder Memphis ribs. The music was George Coleman on a soulful sax with a solid group behind him, notably Russell Malone on an incredibly fast flatpick semi-acoustic guitar and Larry Golding doing thrilling double-jointed magic on an old B-3 Hammond organ. Coleman’s son George Jr. backed him on traps and Daniel Sadownick thumped conga-type drums.
We went to the early show, 7:30 – we showed up at 6:30 and got great service on food and drinks – and when we left there was a jam-packed crowd waiting for the later show. The grown-up one, I guess. We post-grown-ups got back to the hotel by 10:00 and crashed.
I got up at 5:00 and went out to write.
Joe
Continuing from yesterday . . . after the Guggenheim show we wandered through Central Park for awhile, headed for the American Museum of Natural History. Had lunch at the cafeteria downstairs and ogled a bunch of exhibits. They still have the most impressive dinosaur bones on display anywhere, which in their stolid solid way are more impressive than CGI.
Part of it’s personal time-tripping, remembering how awesome those bones looked when I first saw them almost 60 years ago. They still give me a thrill – especially the Mamenchesaurus, whose tiny head looks down from sixty feet up, as a predator skeleton goes after her skeleton baby. She’ll stomp him in a few seconds, surely. Once the signal gets down from her walnut-sized brain . . . . no analogy with political process here.
For dinner we went to the Jazz Standard, under the Blue Smoke Restaurant, for outstanding barbecue and music, both. The BBQ for me was an assortment of ribs – too peppery and spicy for Gay but just the thing for unsubtle Joe – and she loved her milder Memphis ribs. The music was George Coleman on a soulful sax with a solid group behind him, notably Russell Malone on an incredibly fast flatpick semi-acoustic guitar and Larry Golding doing thrilling double-jointed magic on an old B-3 Hammond organ. Coleman’s son George Jr. backed him on traps and Daniel Sadownick thumped conga-type drums.
We went to the early show, 7:30 – we showed up at 6:30 and got great service on food and drinks – and when we left there was a jam-packed crowd waiting for the later show. The grown-up one, I guess. We post-grown-ups got back to the hotel by 10:00 and crashed.
I got up at 5:00 and went out to write.
Joe
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