Hi! It's that time of year again: time for a new post on an old website. Freelance is keeping me very busy, but here's a thing I wrote on this weekend of the Paris Accord for my own self and for Medium.
Charlie Brown, Charlie Sheen, Chiller Theatre, convention, cosplay, Debbie Gibson, essay, Gen X, Generation X, Gilligan's Island, Good Times, Joel Hodgson, Kelly LeBrock, Lita Ford, Medium, Mob Wives, MST3K, Mystery Science Theater 3000, nerds, pop culture, Sons of Anarchy, The Brady Bunch, The Shining, The Warriors, Turkey Day, Village of the Damned
Here's a little thing I started on the Tumblrs and I hope you will follow me or award hearts to some pictures which apparently are known as notes? I am old. Please help.
It's called Co & Co., and it's where I collect my photos of "co" also "&" and also me, your pal, CoKane. Mostly I find them in ghost signs, because I love them, and this project creates a focus for my photos so they don't get too out of hand.
Hey, you know what I didn't yet blog about, besides almost everything these days? My brief trip to New Orleans over Memorial Day weekend.
Part one of the Louisiana trip consisted of this project in Baton Rouge. But part two was that I needed a break. I really needed the kind of good time New Orleans allows to roll and roll again.
First, though, I have to show off my most nutrageous thrift store find in many moons.
I shall call this marvelous (Baton Rouge) thrift store find "LAxidermy."
I think it cost either $4 or $7. Usually I remember all my bargain prices because it adds to the enjoyment, but in this case I kind of blacked out in my haste to exchange money for this treasure. All I remember is the guys working at the store chiding me on the way to the counter: "Girrrrl, what you gonna do with them little bitty horns? That's Bambi. We got a 8-point over here!" They showed me that up front there was a mounted full-grown deer head plus a mountain goat head for sale. I explained that I was going home on a plane so it might pose a bit of a problem to bring a full-size animal head.
Incidentally, I had a moment of terror going through airport security to fly home when I remembered I had the antlers packed in my carry-on. They're going to take away my LAxidermy! It would be a tragedy worthy of my own Lifetime Original Movie. But then it breezed through the scanner and I was like, "Oh yeah, it's Louisiana." Knitting needles on the plane? Forget it. Bonelike body part that animals use to fight and stab each other? All aboard!
Anyway, totally worth it. Whenever I need cheering up, I should just remember that I OWN THIS THING NOW.
If you haven’t ventured over to Alphabet City lately (I hadn’t in a while myself), some longstanding neighborhood staples have been disappearing from Avenue B.
Gone are: the terrifying sculptureof faded wet stuffed animals and scrap wood that was the East Village’s own version of the Close Encounters mound, the 30-plus year old eatery Life Cafe (inspiration to and a setting for the play Rent), and as of the end of this month, the Lakeside Lounge (great explanation of why that place mattered here). The only one of my old haunts left on that strip is 7B, and now that can’t be certain either.
However, the biggest news to me was the imminent closing of the 16-year-old veggie dive Kate’s Joint, which owed $30 grand in back rent. Although I hadn’t frequented the place in years, it was a major setting of my life in New York.
The Pines had 400 guest rooms, a golf course, tennis courts, a ski chalet, an ice rink, and two swimming pools. Its theater and nightclub hosted the usual Jewish Alps entertainers of the day such as Robert Goulet and Buddy Hackett. It closed in 1998 when a developer bought the property from the Ehrlich family. This article details the bankruptcy of that developer and possible future for the property.
The postcard above shows what The Pines looked like in the 1960s. As you might imagine, it doesn't look like this bright and tidy any more.
Earlier this month, Leah and I continued our exploration of the former Jewish Alps (part 1 is here). We spent the weekend with a great group of hosts (who fast became new pals) in the town of Rosendale, which I found positively charming (and just now realized I'd read about before in the Times).
Leah and I began on Saturday with the still-in-business Mohonk Mountain House, which is often cited as the inspiration for The Shining. It was also seen in No Reservations, in the episode when Tony went up the Hudson. The enormous lodge's hodgepodge of structural styles made a much more dramatic impression in person than it did on the show.
Someone has been working by night in my neighborhood putting up words on what was until recently just an unsightly parking deck.
Today is an anniversary of an infamous day, but I've reached saturation point on that subject (and yet still keep watching the documentaries, and then having to turn the channel away to something cleansing and dopey like It's a Mad, Mad Mad Mad World).
I was reminded today that (almost) everyone alive is fortunate to be here. And when I walk to the subway in the morning, I pass at the building seen in the above right foreground, the NYC Job Center, a line of grim faces and momentarily feel lucky to be going to a job, however much I may not have wanted to deal until then. But a different reason to stop and assess appeared in my morning walk to the subway recently.