NYC Happenings

Oh my God are we really a week from September? This being the case; why the hell is it still in the 80s and humid? I have no use for swim suits or people on beaches. I want to bust out my sweaters and take walks under changing leaves in the park! Let’s get some romantic rain coming down and blurring the sharp edges of the city and cuddling up in cafes with tea. 

Get to it, weather.

But until the weather complies, here are some things you can do to help yourself pretend that it’s time for argyle and hot cocoa.

In the Museums: American Moder: Hopper to O’Keeffe at MoMA

I don’t go in for modern art, really. Everybody trying to be edgier than everybody else, slapping canvasses with dots and lines and calling it a day. Blah and boring. This exhibit, though, is the early modern, starting in 1915 where form could still be made out to be what it is with lingering touches of Impressionism and ending in 1950 where things were starting to go off the rails and just look plain weird. (Yeah, I’m biased and not sorry about it. Sorry.) This exhibit compiles the works of many of the artists working in these times, telling the story of cultural obsessions as America changed at a pace most people couldn’t understand.

On the Stage: Ades’ The Tempest at the Metropolitan Opera.

Okay, technically this one isn’t on the stage. It’s a part of the Met Opera’s 2013 Summer HD Festival, where they play live, HD transmissions of their operas. It started on the 24th and it will run through Monday, September 2nd. This Monday is a screening of The Tempest, a showing of last year’s live production that was broadcast and recorded live. So you can head out to Lincoln Center Plaza and watch a showing of a fantastic opera. For free. Why are you still reading this? 

Read a Damn Book: The Westing Game, by Ellen Raskin

 Why? Because I say so.

No, really. That’s all I’ve got for this one. It’s a story about an eccentric millionaire dying and gathering 16 people to read his will. It’s not an adult book by any means, but I loved this story. I read it probably 5 times when I first learned of it in fourth grade, and I’ve read it at least thrice more over the years, grinning in nostalgia.


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