Sunday, February 22, 2026

Blizzard vs Street Painting

If I was at 47 Pianos, I would have awakened to a blizzard forecast.  Instead, I got to the Lake Worth Beach Street Painting Festival before the crowds arrived on a hot sunny day, before the mercury plunges 40 degrees tomorrow!


Check out the tatted artist's socks.

I probably should support the Lake Worth Playhouse more.  It opened in the silent movie era and was nearly demolished during the 1928 Okeechobee hurricane--the fourth worst in the United States--when the Wurlitzer organ went bye-bye.


Several artists prioritized avoiding Forida's bright February sun.



Others coordinated their outfits to create a Sixties vehicle even more iconic than my very own Herr Cucaracha.


The heat didn't seem to bother Marimba Anhelos Del Copal.



Animals are always popular subjects




. . . and beautiful women, too.




Ya gotta love a good pun!


I couldn't tell if this work was political or not.


If so, it and this portrait of Angela Davis were the only ones that sought to enlighten rather than soothe. When I complimented the artist, he exulted "She's still alive!" Unlike so many of the other Black Panthers.


Many of the artists were POC



. . . including green.


Compass, a community center for LGBTQI+ folk needs to up its game, both in terms of deadlines and content.  The festival began yesterday.


I read in the Times this morning that Luke Evans is going to star in Broadway's revival of The Rocky Horror Show.  Hubba, hubba. I caught the original production with the incomparable Tim Curry as Dr. Frank 'n Furter at the Belasco Theater in 1975.


Labyrinth, which I've never seen, is celebrating its 40th anniversary this year.  Bowie's already been dead a decade.


You just know "Golden" is gonna the win Oscar for Best Song this year!


Other pop culture nods included Dawson's Creek and Pluribus.  I like the latter mural a lot more than the angry show itself.



Did you know bikes could be "lowriders" too?  Hot dawg!


I never noticed this mural of the Lake Worth Beach Pier before.  I haven't walked on it since Christine first invited me to visit in 2010. 


Update:

The NYC forecast proved accurate.  Alex, the neighbor who waters my plants, sent me this photo of the view from 47 Pianos Monday morning:

Photo by Alex Ruter

More Street Painting:

Homesteading (2018)

Sunday, February 15, 2026

Robert Duvall (1931 - 2026)


Although he's an actor I have admired for most of my life, I'll always remember him as Boo Radley.  I saw To Kill A Mockingbird, at a very impressionable age, before I was assigned to read Harper Lee's iconic novel in high school English.  And while both the book and the movie definitely instilled an awareness of bigotry and racial injustice, Robert Duvall's gentle, still and haunted performance imparted another lesson just as important:  weirdos were human beings, too, and you shouldn't make snap judgments about them, especially based on other people's impressions.  

More People I Loved:

Friday, February 6, 2026

What We Can Know (5*)



Leave it to Ian McEwan to coin the era that follows climate change which Tom Metcalfe, an academic who narrates the first part of What We Can Know, refers to as the "Degradation." Though rising seas and nuclear war have mostly reduced merry olde England to an archipelago replete with marauding tribes, very little about fundamental human nature has changed other than the finger-pointing anger that characterizes a future generation who can't forgive the perpetrators of contemporary environmental inertia: us

Imagining the future a century hence enables McEwan to flash his sardonic wit--Nigeria, for example, controls the internet--while at the same time nailing mankind's current headlong rush to paradise lost through Tom's historical consciousness.  

I prefer teaching the post-2015 period, when social media were beginning to be drawn into the currency of private lives, when waves of fantastical or malevolent or silly rumours began to shape the nature not only of politics but of human understanding. Fascinating! It was as if credulous medieval masses had burst through into modernity, rushing into the wrong theatre and onto the wrong stage set. In the stampede, grisly government secrets were spilled, childhoods despoiled, honourable reputations trampled down and loud-mouthed fools elevated.

Rose, Tom's "just the facts, please" colleague in the barely afloat humanities department of a much diminished university, accuses him of romanticizing the past and falling in love with Vivien, the wife of a poet, Francis Blundy, whose supposed masterwork, dedicated to her as a 54th birthday present, has been lost to time after an initial, private reading.  Tom has immersed himself in the lives of the couple using a feast of electronic bread crumbs, including e-mail, text messages, photos and journals left behind by Vivien who earlier lost her soulmate, a luthier, to Alzheimer's and the same entitled arrogance that ignores global warming.

My journals are on a shelf above a writing desk in our cottage sitting room, but I’m happier to be free of them and exercising my memory. Working hard at it, as in a mental gym, making the effort and prising open a scene, opens others along the way. It gets easier the more I try. In addition, guilt and remorse are useful aids to memory. I use the journals mostly to remind myself of the sequence of events, on which memory is notoriously weak. The past, jumbled in the mind, survives in its own special tense, a form of ahistorical present. A journal, whatever its quality, fixes events like beads on a string.

(Does it ever, as I can affirm after having kept one since the early 80s!)

McEwan links Tom's fascination with the night Francis reads his "Corona to Vivien" to another event a hundred years earlier, the "immortal dinner of 1817" attended by William Wordsworth, Charles Lamb and John Keats; thus, the 2014 dinner Tom imagines is at the mid-point between a still pastoral England and the ravaged present.  Fortunately, what initially seems like a sci-fi inflected exercise in literary erudition soon evolves into an absorbing, almost Hitchcockian mystery powered by buried treasure, the elusiveness of truth--particularly in an emotional context--and the essential selfishness of human existence.  To say much more would give way to spoilers.  But as Vivien, very much an underestimated woman of our time and known only by her married name, notes:

I delighted in the afternoon sun on my bare arms and felt capable, given life’s brevity, of ruthless insistence on my small share of the world’s pleasures.

Saturday, January 31, 2026

What They Said: January 2026

 

“At the end of the song, I like to change the lyric,” Broadway veteran Mandy Patinkin said about "Over The Rainbow.“ 'If happy little bluebirds fly beyond the rainbow, why, oh, why can’t — we?'  As opposed to ‘I.’  That’s what I feel about [Zohran Mamdani]. That’s my prayer and my wish for him and our city of all religions, all colors, all sexes, sizes and shapes.” (NY Times 01.01.26)

“How remarkable is it that on these steps today, we have three swearings-in,” said Mark Levine, New York City's new comptroller, at City Hall. “One by a leader using a Quran [Mayor Zohran Mamdani], one by a leader using a Christian Bible [Public Advocate Jumaane Williams] and one by a leader using a Chumash, or Hebrew Bible. I am proud, proud to live in a city where this is possible.” (NY Times 01.02.26)

“The chair they sat on, the books they had, the candlestick they lit — that’s where we pass down the history that they [the Nazis] tried to erase during the Holocaust,” said Agnes Peresztegi, an international lawyer who specializes in restitution cases. (NY Times 01.04.26)

“I know that [ping pong] is a great sport for anxious people,” observed Josh Safdie, who co-wrote and directed Marty Supreme. (NY Times 01.04.26)

“I really love the idea of writing about something that is very well known, the opposite of writing about discovery,” said French novelist Lola Lafon, who wrote an essay after spending a night in the Anne Frank House. “I feel the novel where you discover something is very male. I don’t discover lands. I know the lands I’m writing about.” (NY Times 01.07.26)

“U.S. foreign policy now is imperial, and consistently imperial,” said Nathalie Tocci, director of an Italy-based think tank, the Institute of International Affairs. “It’s not simply pursuing an American empire in the Western Hemisphere, but Trump accepts the very notion of empire, which is why other empires can exist.” (NY Times 01.08.26)

“A lot of kids playfully adopt the ‘theater kid’ moniker, even with its tinge of attention-seeking excess, because theater offers a space for performing a wider range of emotions and identities than much of our society allows,” said Daniel Pollack-Pelzner, the author of a recent biography of Lin-Manuel Miranda. “Since right-wingers want to crack down on exploring gender, race and sexuality in schools, it’s sadly not surprising that they’d try to wield ‘theater kid’ as an insult to discredit progressive politics.”  (NY Times 01.08.26)

“The Brazilian passport is the most wanted passport on the black market because everyone can be Brazilian,” actor Wagner Moura, star of The Secret Agent, said. “You don’t look at the passport and go, ‘I don’t think so.’ Everyone can be Brazilian — you, me, everybody.” (NY Times 01.11.26)

“I think the Venn diagram of Heated Rivalry fans consists of gay men who want much-needed representation of queer joy and women who want well-produced romances about yearning,” said Chantal Strasburger, founder of an embroidery business that specializes in turning memes and cultural moments into merchandise. “These two circles overlap in the enjoyment of hot people having hot sex.”  (NY Times 01.15.26)

“Throughout Western history, the idea of commemorating and adulating yourself has been considered gauche,” said Jeffrey Engel, a historian at Southern Methodist University.  (NY Times 01.16.26)

“It all ends the same for every addict, in isolation,” film director Abel Ferrara writes in Scene, his memoir. “They call sobriety finding the self of your former ghost.”  (NY Times 01.18.26)

“This is the death of Davos,” said Mark Blyth, a political economist at Brown University. “It has no relevance, none whatsoever. And the bigger question is, did it ever have relevance outside the chattering classes that were embedded in the status quo to start with?”  (NY Times 01.19.26)

“These animal ambassadors become beloved neighbors,” said Scott Sampson, executive director of the California Academy of Sciences, where Claude the albino alligator delighted visitors for three decades. “They serve a really important role to connect people with nature, and I would argue that we need people to be connected with nature more now than ever before.” (NY Times 01.20.26)

“European nations won’t break up NATO because of Greenland,” said Carsten Jensen, a prominent Danish novelist and the author of We, The Drowned, a work of historical fiction about a century of Danish seafaring. “It’s too insignificant.”  (NY Times 01.20.26)

“New York City is always a cauldron where something can explode, and it’s often something you don’t even anticipate,” said Ester Fuchs, professor of public policy at Columbia University.  (NY Times 01.22.26)

“Every day we’re reminded that we live in an era of great-power rivalry,” Mark Carney, Canada's prime minister, told the audience at the Davos World Economic Forum. “That the rules-based order is fading. That the strong can do what they can, and the weak must suffer what they must.”  (NY Times 01.24.26)

“For every two Americans who paid the ultimate price” in Afghanistan, Mark Rutte, the secretary general of NATO, reminded Mr. Trump as the two men sat onstage at Davos, “there was one soldier from another NATO country who did not come back to his family.” (NY Times 01.24.26)

“Officers interact with armed community members all the time,” said Seth Stoughton, who has worked as a police officer and a state investigator, after reviewing video footage of the killing of Alex Pretti by federal agents in Minneapolis.  “It’s just utterly ridiculous to suggest that just because someone has a weapon on them, that that justifies the use of deadly force.” (NY Times 01.28.26)

“We’re looking at the scene after the fact, in a vacuum, not necessarily with all the other factors going on,” said Kenneth Quick, a former precinct commander at the New York Police Department and a criminal justice professor at DeSales University. “That’s where I think a lot of things get cloudy because once people are not obeying what the law enforcement on scene is telling them, that’s increasing the officers’ threat perspective.”  (NY Times 01.28.26)

“Whatever the AfD or Rassemblement National believe about civilizational erasure and migration, they’re not for the American annexation of a big chunk of Europe,” said Justin Logan, a foreign-policy analyst at the libertarian Cato Institute in Washington, referring to far-right parties in Germany and France.  (NY Times 01.29.26)

“[Melania] has to be the most expensive documentary ever made that didn’t involve music licensing,” said Ted Hope, who worked at Amazon from 2015 to 2020 and was instrumental in starting the company’s film division. “How can it not be equated with currying favor or an outright bribe? How can that not be the case?” (NY Times 01.29.26)

“Don’t get sucked into the game,” wrote Patrick J. Schiltz, the conservative chief judge of the District of Minnesota in a 1999 law review article. “Don’t let money become the most important thing in your life. Don’t fall into the trap of measuring your worth as an attorney — or as a human being — by how much money you make.” (NY Times 01.31.26)


Thursday, January 29, 2026

South Beach Redux

Chris and I spent a delightful afternoon exploring South Beach, a once-trendy place that has been supplanted by Wynwood in my cultural affections since moving to the Folly.  


The density of well-preserved Art Deco architecture remains unparalleled.


Chris was about to embark on a month-long trip to South America, including a cruise to Antarctica.  Ocean Drive has been closed off to vehicles and dozens of bars and restaurants have expanded their seating into the streets.  Spring break must be an absolute nightmare.


We took in "Jack Pierson:  The Miami Years" at the Bass Museum.  Most of the works were on loan from a California gallery.  IMHO, museums shouldn't be places where you can buy the art except in reproduction.  But I'm also a sucker for a guy as photogenic as British model John Todd.  Pierson shot him on Captiva Island in 2015 for the Spring/Summer 2015 issue of Vogues Hommes, which seems a more appropriate place for his work.


Inquiring minds want to know: would the Bass exhibit a straight guy's collages if pretty women were their dominant motif? 

"Array (Miami)" 2025
Not that there's anything wrong with photographing eye candy, but what exactly makes it art?  


Some photos weren't even identified.


Pierson's other work, while diverting, was more half-baked than persuasive although it does suggest that self-confidence can sometimes be even more important than talent.

2023
"The Boat That I Row" (1995)
"Bedsprings" (partial, 2023)
"24 Hours (1-7)" (partial, 2025)
Museum slippers were required to enter "XI," an installation by assume vivid astro focus that took Art Basel Miami by storm in 2004 and landed at the Bass two decades later.


If Peter Max had been a Brazilian drag queen, his work might have looked a little like avaf's (lower case required!) whose mantra is "COLOR IS DEPTH, COLOR IS ENERGY."



The work, anchored by 93 short videos, views queerness as much as a destabilizing force as a sexual orientation.


The Kaleidoscope:  Writing Histories Through The Collection offers a pretentious curatorial meditation on other artworks in the permanent collection

"2-C-19" by Robert Thiele (2007)
. . . including "The Nudist Museum" (2010-12) which consolidates all the naked people depicted by various artists. Ellen Harvey painted the images in oil, added thrift shop frames and then placed them against a backdrop of human flesh drawn from contemporary sources such as porn, fitness and fashion magazines.



Lucy, sculpted by Nam June Paik in 1992, shares a name with one of our earliest human ancestors, Australopithecus afarensis.  She's a lot more charming than artificial intelligence.


I neglected to identify this pearly work.



After waiting out a brief shower, we walked more than two miles along the beach where bathing gulls were more plentiful


. . . than tanning gays.


South Pointe Park Pier reopened in 2014, after being condemned for a decade.


It affords a good view of Miami Beach to the north.  One day in the not-too-distant future, I'll bet those high rises will only be useful as water depth markers.  Polymarket should start taking bets on when and how high.


With traffic backed up to get on the causeway that crosses Biscayne Bay ("where the Cuban gentleman sleep all day"), it took more than an hour to drive to Versailles,  just 12 miles away in Little Havana.


You can't beat the prices at "the world's most famous Cuban restaurant," that's for sure.  A substantial, tasty dinner for two with drinks and dessert, impeccably served, was just under $100.  And there's plenty of parking, always a plus.


We shared a ceviche appetizer.  My classic Mojito with a stalk of sugar cane went down very smoothly.


I liked the outdoor mosaics, too.