Saturday, November 26, 2011

especially at sunset

Back in June, ClockTowerTenants visited the amazingly cool Victorian Conservatory in our Bronx Botanical garden.

We returned yesterday for the Holiday Train Show, an entertaining mix of botanical architecture, buzzing miniature trains and the occasional unruly child.

This is definitely a family tradition, now completing 20 years.

A group of landscape architects and scale model artists under the banner use bark and trees, leaves, mushrooms and flowers to clad foam forms, creating scale models of New York’s most famous landmarks.
We saw Radio City and the Statue of Liberty,

St. Patricks Cathedral and the Guggenheim Museum.

The bridges are made of tree limbs...

...and it’s all reflected in the conservatory’s beautiful reflecting pools.

ClockTowerTenants might take special note of the Jordan L. Mott house, grand Fifth Avenue home to the founders of the Mott Iron works and from whom our Mott Haven neighborhood takes its name.

Even our Bronx Bombers make the cut! 

It’s a fun and popular show. Tickets are timed to reduce the crush so bring your camera, a snack and some patience for the line you’ll inevitably encounter.

But it’s great!  And the conservatory is so amazing.
through January 16th.

Friday, November 25, 2011

Thursday, November 24, 2011

love is not a victory march

We all have much to give thanks for today.
Some folks offer their thanks to a God that lives in the heavens. Other’s may be less strictly religious but no less spiritual in their gratitude.

But one thing we can surely all agree upon is a Hallelujah for every gift, for all the goodness, for a hope for a better tomorrow.
Believe in redemption.

And Happy Thanksgiving.
I've heard there was a secret chord
That David played, and it pleased the Lord
But you don't really care for music, do ya?
It goes like this
The fourth, the fifth
The minor fall, the major lift
The baffled King composing Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Your faith was strong but you needed proof
You saw her bathing on the roof
Her beauty in the moonlight overthrew ya
She tied you to a kitchen chair
She broke your throne, she cut your hair
And from your lips she drew the Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Baby I’ve been here before
I know this room, I've walked this floor
I used to live alone before I knew ya.
I've seen your flag on the marble arch and
Love is not a victory march
It's cold and it's a broken Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Did my best, it wasn't much
Couldn't feel, so I tried to touch
I told the truth, I didn't come to fool ya
And even though it all went wrong
I'll stand before the Lord of Song
With nothing on my tongue but Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Halleluuuu...
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah

Wednesday, November 23, 2011

just go already

Spanish settlers celebrated “Thanksgiving” 
on September 8, 1565, in what is now Saint Augustine, Florida.

Thanksgiving services were also routine in what was to become the Commonwealth of Virginia as early as 1607.

But the good cheer of our turkey day tradition traces its roots to a 1621 celebration in Plymouth, Massachusetts.

We celebrate in the Bronx, too, y’know.

and we got a cheer of our own.

Some cause good cheer wherever they go; 
others, whenever they go.
Oscar Wilde

Mad Mark in this modern day Babylon

“My nigga Headquarters
Head up eyes and ears open
Word is bond!”

“Jam Master J, Big L
Big Lee, Flamboyant for life
Aaliyah, Mad Mark”

“Boogie down Bronx.”

Tuesday, November 22, 2011

Tuesday morning wake-up

With her thin and automated, nasally little voice, Rihanna is certainly no Aretha Franklin, Tina Turner or Patty LaBelle. 
Still, according to the New York Times “Last month she became the fastest solo artist in history to have had 20 Top 10 singles on the Billboard Hot 100, slower only than the Beatles.”
Wow. Her latest hit is called "Cockiness (I love it.)"
“Suck my cockiness, lick my persuasion, 
eat my poison and swallow your pride down...
I love it I love it I love it when you eat it.”
um. Catchy, huh?
You can hear the whole thing here.

But just FYI, there is a long history of saucy American song writing, from Margaret Carter’s “I want plenty of grease in my frying pan” to “If it don’t fit don’t force it” by Lil Johnson (lol @ Lil Johnson) and BarrelHouse Annie.

One of my favorites is Nina Simone.

She wants a little sugar in her bowl.

one more vintage photo

They raised the roof of the TriBoro Steel Supply about 24” but the light pole, hydrant and Fire department call box are still in exactly the same places.

Monday, November 21, 2011

Sunday, November 20, 2011

St. Patrick's Cathedral

Veronica and Declan
Saturday, October 29, 2011