I have always been weary of New Years parties. There are too many other fun things to do
every day than worry about making a big night of December 31, too many other
adventures to enjoy of everyday life. Over
the weeks of the holidays, we enjoyed adventure after adventure, careening
into a New Years polar bear plunge, trip to a community garden, a few parties,
meetings, and lots and lots of gumbo.
Wandering through the park, we found this majestic tree
still down after Sandy. The kids run up
and down exploring it for ages. I'll
take these adventures over New Years any day.
But I love seeing everyone, the friends of my life, catching
up on our year, thanking them for being there.
Going to Bar Tabac for lunch, out to parties till midnight,
where Scarlett proudly reveled in seeing the fireworks for the first time.
By one am we said goodbye, so we could get enough sleep for
the New Year's day Polar Bear Swim. I
had never done it before.
My friend Eric Rofes once said the growth is trying new things, going to the uncomfortable place and checking in with my body. So why not jump in the water with five hundred other new best friends.
We dropped by the house on the way out to Coney Island. |
My friend Eric Rofes once said the growth is trying new things, going to the uncomfortable place and checking in with my body. So why not jump in the water with five hundred other new best friends.
Taking the F train looking at the city. |
At Coney Island, there was a line of people registering to
swim, which myself and a group of renegade swimmers ignored. Must all of life be regulated and registered in
Bloomberg's New York - but not on new year's.
Top photo by Kathey Willens, Middle by Sports Illustrated. Bottom by Caroline Shepard |
Running in, jumping into the water felt great, ice and air, taking
in some cold, feeling the energy with so many others, enjoying the hot and
cold, of the new years before changing into warm clothes.
Warm clothes helped after the plunge. |
Finishing the swim, I changed back into warm clothes and we
went down to Brighten Beach to our favorite Russian restaurant, at Cafe Volna.
From Brighten Beach, we grabbed a train off the East Village
for Brennan and Catherine's New Years Party.
A late lunch into early dinner affair it tends to be one of the best parties of the year.
A late lunch into early dinner affair it tends to be one of the best parties of the year.
And this year, it did not disappoint. Old and new friends,
warm food, stories, and black eyed peas were enjoyed by all in this little
party on 7th street across from the Lower East Side Ecology Center.
2011 New Years Pile on with the Times Up! gang at Brennan and Catherine's. |
Most fun was chatting with new people, while old chums
poured in and the crowds meshed.
Flirting
and gossiping about my dad's old thesis advisor Tom Roach... "Joking comes
from me, not the class," the dandy old English prof used to explain in
class.
"I am in a great mood.
The reviews for my new book are out.
And they look great," my
friend recalled him boasting.
"I thought reviews come out after a book is out,"
he asked.
"My dear, you cannot leave these things up to
chance," Roach replied. After
retiring Roach ran away from Princeton to have a mad affair.
I will always appreciate him and him generous bountiful spirit, which lent itself to fun times across the board.
Others at the party were dancing and spinning records, listening
to the Clash
Shaking to Strummer's pop inspired Marxist poetics.
As Lost in a Supermarket came on, Alissa pointed out that
the Clash were borrowing from Ginsberg's Supermarket
in California. They were all buddies,
we recalled. But I hadn't seen the
connection between the Beats and Punk. But
in this whimsical way, it made sense.
In between hanging with the kids, dancing and chatting with Barbara,
peter, josh, brennan and his hop n johns, the kids were patching buttons. "I see a diy punk spirit taking shape
there," Catherine mused, noting Scarlett's many buttons.
Scarlett with many buttons. |
Satchmo playing St. Louis Blues. |
Josh and the author. |
Dodi punched me on the way out. I asked her why. "The smack, it was an
funny ironic punch," my nine year old daughter explained after spending
five hours at the New Years party.
"A funny ironic punch?"
We laughed, reveling in a funny holiday moment, after a day
of adventures.
Finally, we were home and off home to bed. I found two
buttons on my back declaring: " Kick Me" and "Punch
me." Old slap stick jokes die hard,
the appeal unending.
THe next day, we woke slowly and ran to spa castle in Queens. From Russian Brighten Beach to Korean Queens,
the mix of cultures , bodies, naked,
enjoying the steam, chilling out, laying around, this is part of the fun of the
city.
Spinning around the whirl pool with the kids on the roof,
steam rose from our warm bodies, into the colder winter air, the sun shimmering.
I wondered why or how I could be so
lucky to be having this much fun.
The line up for Gone with a Fiddler. |
Thursday, friends were coming over for another night of gone with the fiddler with Steve and Ron, old friends and new.
Dodi helped me make the rue.
And Scarlett and Caroline loved it loved it.
So in honor of Sandy, we revised the apocalypse, wondering
if the movies can give us answers about what our life might look like in the
face of the abyss. Most of life's
answers can be found in the movies. So
we might as well look.
Dystopian images in the 1981 film the Road Warrior. |
Both felt like scenes from old spaghetti westerns, a look at
what the world might and could look like.
And Peter's favorite movie... The Third Man ... seemed to
lead them all, with masterful gorgeous image after image, surpassing the others
by a mile.
Orson Welles was actually alive and other scenes from The Third Man. |
THe evening finished with a journey into old new york with After
Hours, still one of my favorite movies about the delights of being lost.
Up to Al's in Garrison Friday.
Picking banjo and enjoying the
snow.
Back to NYC by Saturday, feeding chickens at Children's
Magical with Wendy in the morning.
We have the solutions to so many of our problems - from community gardens to non-polluting transportation - right here in front our eyes. We can provide food security with gardens which reduce alienation and help people connect. We can plant more trees, fight fracking, use more solar energy so fossil fuel goes the way of 78 records. We can use oyster mushrooms to remediate oil spills and we can eat them Michael Ellick reminds us. The earth has a way of replenishing itself. We have the solutions. Sometimes it is just up to us to use our imagination to find them.
We have the solutions to so many of our problems - from community gardens to non-polluting transportation - right here in front our eyes. We can provide food security with gardens which reduce alienation and help people connect. We can plant more trees, fight fracking, use more solar energy so fossil fuel goes the way of 78 records. We can use oyster mushrooms to remediate oil spills and we can eat them Michael Ellick reminds us. The earth has a way of replenishing itself. We have the solutions. Sometimes it is just up to us to use our imagination to find them.
Leaving the garden, i brought a few of the eggs to friends
at a party.
On our way to Ft Greene. |
Enjoying Gumbo with company that afternoon. Many have said gumbo is the closest thing we know to democracy in America, stirring flavors from the generous mixture of textures, flavors, culinary and cultural histories.
Kevin makes a file gumbo, building a seafood stock from the
shells of shrimp, adding the rue to the seafood stock, then crab shells,
sausage, and then pouring it over rice.
We cooked all afternoon.
Went to Judson. Doris
needed her tree taken down. So Scarlett
and I helped her take down her ornaments, ran the tree to the street and romped
around the village all afternoon.
Chasing windmills with Scarlett and her magic wand all afternoon. |
Ran back to Brooklyn and then back downtown to help organize
at New Alternatives for LGBT Youth and a meeting at 60 Wall Street, where plans are in motion
for the new direct action group to unleash some creative chaos on MLK weekend
for the anniversary of Citizen's United.
OWS is a place where ACT UP and Radical Faeries meet anarchists, street
youth, moms and families, immigrants and jazz musicians. We will use as much
art, as many images, stories as we
can. One of the members of our meeting
noted last night that change does not happen through one action or another but
waves of actions. Sundery, we were planning waves.
By Monday, it was back to Times Up! meetings and tar sands blockade street theater Tuesday.
The year's rituals and meetings, poetry and polar bear dives
- they help me find meaning and pleasure in the contours of my life. By the time the year had started so had our battles and struggles. A friend was hit by a car, another lost to a long battle with cancer. The losses and chaos was there, yet so is our festival of joyous resistance. We're bringing on waves.
"Trust me, I'm an energy expert," noted CJ. Photos by
Mickey Z-vegan, who gave me a lovely copy of his new book at the meeting.
Friends and street theater - it looks like OWS is moving again.
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