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“Design with the Other 90%” Pseudo Podcast Review
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I wanted to do a podcast, but it wouldn’t work… So here are the pictures and words separately. Imagine me speaking the transcript! 🙂
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I’d heard the strains of Mozart’s Turkish March while passing the 14th Street – Union Square Station on the R train before, but it was only this past week that I discovered its source. A small boy, who looked like he wasn’t halfway through elementary school, was magically producing the music. Off to the side, a man with a wooden clapper stood, rhythmically tapping it against the metal posts to provide a live metronome. The performance was not brilliant and the mistakes were detectable even to my amateur ear, but it was definitely astounding and the young performer deserved all our applause and attention. However, the most interesting aspect was after he bowed in all directions, the man watching him came over to review the errors and fine tune the piece. His presentation was a work in progress, and we turned out to be spectators of a class, not a final concert; I hope to listen to the boy improve and perfect his art as I stop by.
Jenny’s creative work 3
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Quietly behind Gramercy Park is the former residence of Edwin Booth. Yes, Booth, as in John Wilkes Booth’s brother. While most famously known as the assassin of Lincoln, John came from a family of actors and patrons of the arts. His brother, Edwin, created The Players Club in his home, a gathering place for professionals of the arts and business worlds. Between having the most extensive 19th c. theatre library in the world and portraits of every member of the the Club (living and deceased), the Club is packed full of things to admire. Come here on Fridays at noon for a bonus of jazz performances over lunch, led by Les Leiber, a 99 year old who’s been leading his band of lawyers and businessmen for 45 years.
jenny’s video
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11/01
i am feeling sad!
all my friends are transferring.
ice cream, heal my soul.
10/31
buying two pizzas…
“lady, your cards been denied.”
my friend spotted me!
10/30
flicker flick lights out
candle lit meal, sleep early.
oh you fallen trees…
10/28
“I can’t tell if you’re
a genius or a moron.”
my mother knows best.
10/27
sitting in english.
writing my socio midterm.
it’s due in four hours.
10/26
morning text message:
“what kind of pizza tells bad jokes?”
“you…” “a cheesy one, fool!”
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The New York Korea KBS concert was packed with thousands of people, many of whom had been waiting for the 6PM concert’s start. One would expect the crowds of Korean-Americans, old and young, but young Americans were a significant, though smaller, group. While it’s strange for me to hear the names of my favorites groups in Cantonese from Asian faces, hearing them in Americanized accents from African Americans or Russians always strikes me enough to stop and stare for half a second.
10/24
chocolate chip muffin,
oxtail and potato soup,
pinkberry, grape juice.
10/23
“excuse me!” she griped.
nope, sorry, i’m hugging my friend.
walk obstruction of love.
10/22
starbucks brand cocoa:
it was on sale, for nine bucks.
now this is real hot choc.
10/21
“junior vanilla.”
okay. “no, i wanted hard ice cream.”
stupid customer!
10/20
bubble tea, froyo,
dreary skies, and umbrellas.
you make these wonderful.
jenny’s two weeks of haiku
we, long unmet friend—
warmth of home betwixt subways
—, graze paths to part ways.
lost in thought, ignore mom.
sit to eat… “you don’t deserve dinner!”
big sigh.
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