Look what finally came in tbe mail:
Now, where should I hang it….
I have lived in New York City going on nine years now, but today was my first trip to the Museum of the City of New York.
Two for one admission — need I say more?
The space is compact, clean and modern, with exhibits of a number and size that make it easy to see and do everything in a morning or afternoon. There’s also a nice variety — photography, film, costumes, paintings, advertising, multi-media, miniatures — so everyone in your group will find something to hold their interest.
My favorite on this cold damp day?
Everything is Design: The Work of Paul Rand, an exhibit showcasing the six-decade career of the iconic graphic designer (and Brooklyn native).
While Rand is a legend in the design community, you may find yourself wondering who he is. A quick look at a few of the logos he designed will make you realize you gaze upon his handiwork nearly everyday.
He also taught at the Pratt Institute and Yale before his death in 1996.
A quick Google image search will not only give you an idea of the breadth of Rand’s art and impact on current design, but is a really fun way to entertain yourself on a rainy day.
I began the third class of my publishing certificate at NYU tonight.
The instructor, a literary agent at a boutique firm here in New York City, was describing some of the ways authors have promoted their books above-and-beyond their publisher’s efforts.
His young adult novel Press Play is being published in October. It tells the story of a high school student who accidentally captures footage of the violent hazing practices of the lacrosse team while filming his documentary film project.
Devine had the idea to create a book trailer — like a movie trailer, but for his book — and display it at the local movie theatre in his home town of Waterford, New York
On an agreed-upon evening, Devine’s book trailer will air multiple times before the movies, inviting viewers to purchase Press Play at the mall bookstore where the cinema is located.
I think this is inspired.
A film features prominently in the book, and Devine is using the movies to promote it. He’ll probably get local publicity for this unique angle, too.
I wish I could go watch!
There is a box of books in the back of my closet. I pull them out when I’m feeling nostalgic, or need a quick, lunch time read —
My mom’s old Harlequin romance novels by Janet Dailey.
I read them over and over when I was younger…can still quote some of them even today. That’s why I could never give them away.
I read that Janet Dailey died earlier this week at age 69 following complications from heart surgery. It’s the end of an era for romance publishing.
Time to pull out the box. Her words will live forever.
Oh, the tabloid media. They’ll do just about anything to sell magazines.
Just ask Tiger Woods.
And now the more legitimate press is getting in on the action…if you want to include Vanity Fair under that umbrella.
TMZ.com and ‘Access Hollywood’ may have brought us photos of Tiger’s crashed car and collected the names of his ever-growing stable of mistresses, but Vanity Fair ‘got the get’ we’ve all been waiting for —
Tiger’s naked chest.
True, it’s not a photo related to the scandal. (I don’t think anyone got a shot of his bloodied lip following the car crash, gosh darn it.) And the Vanity Fair photo spread was snapped long before any of this ugliness took place. But at least it was taken by celebrity photographer Annie Leibovitz, which means the photos are excellent, even if they aren’t really pertinent.
But Vanity Fair is going to make them seem that way.
The article itself? Pure conjecture. An interesting comparison between Tiger’s handling of the scandal and George Clooney’s character in the movie “Up in the Air.” But no interview with Tiger. No new details about the situation or his future on the tour.
Vanity Fair, you’ve done the tabloids proud.
I read all the celebrity rags — and I certainly hope they read me — because today I am throwing a HUGE scoop their way.
It’s not an actual story, but it is the must-have tool to getting those major headlines they so highly covet.
It’s a dog.
I have discovered that, if Rory is with me, or if I am discussing him with another dog owner, they are willing to spill all kinds of personal information at the drop of the hat. I don’t have to ask; I don’t have to care; I don’t even have to want to know.
It just pours out of them. It’s like they have no control.
Take this morning, for instance. My dog Rory and I were returning from our morning walk in Central Park with my sister who is visiting from Oregon. We stopped to chat on the street with a woman who was walking her maltese/poodle mix puppy.
The conversation began innocently enough — what kind of dogs, how old, names, etc. And then it started. Her former dog was a poodle who lived to be 17 years old…before it drowned in her pool…and she’s living with the guilt.
Oh. My. God. Who tells that kind of story…to anyone, let alone a total stranger on the street??
Or there’s the lady on the airplane who, when we were swapping dog owner stories mid-flight, suddenly asked for my advice on the best time to dump her live-in boyfriend — before or after the holidays?
(Perhaps crate training gives me a unique perspective.)
Celebrity press, take note. Paparazzi, paws to consider. Reporters with dogs on leash will get far juicer stories from the famous people you ‘hound’ on a daily basis.