Which animal would you compare yourself to and why?
Do we have a spirit animal? Do I?
Should I envision myself as half-maddened by the light of a bright, beautiful moon? Shall I be moonstruck or sun-dappled?
Which animal would those images elicit? A wolf, a dog? A moo cow, a window lazying cat?
We made a stop at 6th Avenue and West 4th Street for a Cheese Wheel Pasta. Don’t worry, it is superb and delicious. The cheese wheel is a useful gimmick.
The patrone places the fettuccine in the big wheel of Padua cheese (cheese removed) to cook. He has six fry pans in which he fresh preps the sauces and other ingredients. This is not fast food.
Met a new friend who asked about my blog(s). Flattered, of course. Suggested a search for TheRealTamara.
Tried it myself. Why not, I love googling.
Shagrin, 😞 so many results, and so many other TheRealTamaras. Is this even possible.
(No ¿?, this is not a question. It’s a complaint.)
Had to find a way to top being The Real.
How about, I asked ACJ, I call myself OGTamara?
In honor of Women’s History Month in March, it is fitting we visit this exhitit at the El Barrio Artspece PS 109.
The 1st floor gallery space gets a lot of use for exhibits through out the year, for a Gala once a year, for meet & greets. There is a sweet black box theatre in this space.
For this curated group show, Lamar Rogers and Rolinda Ramos chose the best of the best. In fact I am delighted that my friend LisaMaria Maya has been chosen to participate this year.
This hidden-in-plain-site (sic) gem of a community space, PS109 ArtSpace El Barrio, is located at 215 E 99th Street.
Come check it out, and support the show and the artists!
It has been my experience that gratitude can be liberating.
A friend recommended I try the practice, and her advice was echoed on a few occasions.
Eventually, I indulged in some form of gratefulness.
Gratitude is an attitude of mind and a turn of the will. It really is a practice, as my friend told me.
I am so taken with the exhibit of Ruth Asawa at MoMA that I hardly can speak of anything else.
Her work is engrossing and she was so prolific that I can be excused for my single minded focus.
There’s some Picasso. A bit of VanGogh, whose popularity put us several rows back of his masterpieces. Matisse. Monet.
All those surrealists, including some female masters I had not encountered before.
Oh, and do stop for lunch! Café on 2 and 6.
If you could make your pet understand one thing, what would it be?
That he is loved, of course. I don’t have a pet. I used to and I know I always loved them.
And same goes for these pets belonging to other people, my pets by proxy:
They are adorable and adored, not just me but by their proud pet moms and dads, of course.
The New York Irish Center kicks off its popular “Crossroads Concerts,” for 2026 this month.
We enjoyed one of these cross cultural musical dialogs last May. Can’t wait for this year’s concerts. It’s a wild concept. And it works!
Colin Harte, ethnomusicologist and educator curated the 6-concert series which will start on Thursday January 29 at 7pm and run through June.
The featured fusions are:
All shows fall on Thursdays, and are at 7pm. Tickets, which are $25, are now on sale at www.newyorkirishcenter.org
It’s almost for sure, for certain, that there’s an ad I heard on Spotify in which [I think] a live woman pretends she’s AI.
The commercial is a dialog in which a woman [actual] is so pleased with what the AI offers that she says Now, that’s music to my ears. Fake [I think] AI says “I can only talk.”
What we find funny can often be odd.
For my part, I was amused by the synecdoche that Madeleines represent for Proust.
For Proust the Madeleines were what triggered his memory.
Burt, whose memory had been stolen by his dementia, loved these cookies. It tickled me every morning when I ordered a half dozen to go with his latte.
All The Best