~ze voluptuary~
- everything here abouts:
~new york!~
December 2nd, 2013
A long afternoon and night of driving, until we finally hit NY state– and were greeted by falling snow. Found our new home at 3am and woke to the view below around noon. The day was spent getting provisions in Woodstock and preparing for the coming week (and new adventure).
~chicago~
November 30th, 2013
Healy and Millet stained glass dome, and Tiffany stained glass dome and mother of pearl mosaic, Chicago Cultural Center built 1897.
The Palmer House opened on September 26, 1871, but burned down 13 days later on October 9 in the Great Chicago Fire. Reconstructed mainly of iron and brick, the hotel was widely advertised as “The World’s Only Fire Proof Hotel.”
We caught the early set of the Willie Pickens Quintet at the Green Mill, opened in 1907. Once a haunt of Al Capone and his Chicago Outfit, the Green was first known as Pop Morse’s Roadhouse– its current moniker honors the Moulin Rouge (Red Mill).
Willie Pickens (82 years old!) and Ceres, Goddess of Harvest, aka Stella by Starlight.
~utah, wyoming, colorado~
November 28th, 2013
Including Thanksgiving dinner at Colorado’s Boulderado Hotel (opened New Years Day 1909).
~four day cross-country trip~
November 27th, 2013
We covered 3,100 miles in four driving days, plus a one-day pitstop in Chicago. First day: California, Nevada, Utah.
~not even the chair~
November 23rd, 2013
Soaking in the California light (at Big Sur’s Nepenthe, so named for mythical Greek sorrow-salve drug of forgetfulness) before heading back to the wintery East Coast after 3 years in ol’ Frisco. That Leonard Cohen-esque (the spoken word delivery anyway) Neil Diamond declaration I Am, I Said loops in my head: …nowadays, I’m lost between two shores: L.A.’s fine, but it ain’t home, New York’s home, but it ain’t mine no more! I feel you, Neil. Let’s see what the next adventure brings…
~i roam, i roam~
October 26th, 2013
A very fine day in my old stomping ground as we prepare to leave the West Coast once again. A trek to the sign, to Griffith Park’s Trails Cafe, to Olvera Street for early Dia de los Muertos, and to Boyle Heights for conchinita pibil that nearly did us in and mole poblano that will certainly haunt me.
