‘Enterprise’ created a spectacle on the west side last Friday with a majestic flight up the Hudson. The shuttle was transported from Washing DC to it’s new home at the Intrepid Museum in New York on the back of a NASA 747 jumbo jet. You certainly don’t see things like that every day. Even though the shuttle didn’t ever go to space, it was the history and association with Star Trek fans that made the ship famous. Sean positioned himself well ahead of time on the end of Pier 79 to ensure he had a clear shot of the Trekkie treasure. But just as the shuttle was about to appear, homeland security asked him to move as the ferry terminal was a no-camera zone. So there was a last minute flurry but that didn’t prevent a perfect shot. Meanwhile Spock was waiting with fans at JFK, no doubt many of whom will be making their way to London in October for the celebration of the Star trek Universe. Some will travel by commercial aircraft, whereas others will be hoping for Scotty to beam them up…
Harold Holt and hell pizza
I am a happy beneficiary of the fascination Americans have for Australians, but I was completely taken aback by a recent encounter in a light bulb store on East 60th street. When an elderly gentleman heard our accents discussing likely replacements for the festive lights on our balcony, he commented that Australia was the only country in the world to have their leader taken by a shark. It seemed to fit with the last frontier view of Australia that is popular here, but that wasn’t all, as the gentleman chuckled ‘….and you have hell pizza as well!’ Now while I am totally familiar with the Holt history, hell pizza is another story, and my notions of Australian nationalism were strangely piqued. The chirpy fellow produced his iPhone to fill in the gaps via internet, while explaining that the pizza was deliberately peppered with hellishly hot chili which one unlucky person would discover when playing pizza roulette. I was beginning to wonder why I ever shrank from ‘throwing another shrimp on the barbie’, when the man’s phone finally sourced the story. To my delight Hell Pizza is actually a New Zealand invention – 100% pure new Zealand. What a relief. Give me Holt over hell for the Australian history books any day.
Sweet and Swedish
For the totally addicted lovers of Swedish licorice who find themselves wanting in New York City, help is at hand. Ha en sot dag! Sockerbit on Christopher Street & Bleeker has a huge selection of sweets free of transfats, artificial colors, and genetically modified ingredients. So any cravings you feel for Nordic nourishment are completely natural. This shop is the only one like in the USA, not only for it’s sugar cube design, but also for the sweet diversity of rhubarb flavored, sour jelly and licorice-everything candy. My only advice is to take your time in choosing, for in true Scandinavian fashion some sweets are very salty and some are very hot – the thunder and lightening so typically associated with Thor, did not just come from his hammer….
Earth Day at the UN
The General Assembly Hall at the UN saw an enthusiastic display of relevancy on the weekend with the showing of the film ‘One Day on Earth‘. Thousands of people gathered for the special screening which was created from footage shot in 160 countries on one day, 10/10/10. The film was about the intensity of the human experience on mother earth – ‘the amazing diversity, conflict, tragedy and triumph that occurs in one day.’ With 3,000 hours of film from thousands of contributors, the edit was no mean feat, especially tying together themes and insights without judgement or schmaltz. ( It took the editor a year to complete the task. ) Second to inspiration, technology made the film possible, with people using handheld devices, phones, movie cams, computers as well as industrial strength large format cameras, to record their moment for prosperity. As a result parts of the film were blurry or hard to hear, but this aspect added to the whole feel of the picture. It was real emotion – and uninterrupted! I think for the first time ever, I went to the movies and there was no popcorn, no talking and no phone glow from texting addicts. Bliss!
Being in the General Assembly Hall was an interesting experience. The evidence of formality and protocol was obvious in the microphones and buttons at each desk, and it was strange to be in the same space where politics usually prevails. I gravitated to the ‘Australia’ section as did fellow antipodeans, all wanting their picture taken in the hot seat. But it was too close to the screen for viewing, so we retreated to the space between Eritrea and Ethiopia which meant we were pretty much in the center of the world.
Helen Clark, as administrator of the United Nations Development Program which supported the project, introduced the film beforehand and then led a Q&A with the director and producer afterwards. What a woman! She is so genuine and approachable – and of course I could not resist doing just that. I shook her hand, and suggested that Australia could use her help right now. She laughed.
For me the whole experience was a classic New York moment. Where else in the world could you go to the movies at an international political venue, meet one of the most powerful women in the world, take pictures of yourself sitting in your government’s chair, and then walk up the street to home….?
Manhattan Coast Guard
I am often asked how safe New York City really is. For those people who haven’t had the good fortune to experience the city in recent times, please rest assured, this has got to be one of the safest cities in the world. On the weekend we saw that even the Statue of Liberty herself is under surveillance….
The Nomad Hotel
I had been on the look out for a good hotel for friends coming to NYC in May, when the french designed Nomad opened it’s doors just at the right moment. This hotel breaks away from the trendy looks of recent times, by returning to classic features like small souiree-like spaces with comfy lounges and fireplaces, freestanding claw foot bathtubs in the cosy bedrooms and an earthy library bar with ( gasp! ) real books to read. In the main bar a collection of various colored bitters edges the counter, waiting for a cocktail to be ordered. That seems to be their thing – cocktails – and the barman obviously took pride in describing which bitters would best accompany which cocktail. Of course this was the first week of their ‘soft’ opening, so everyone was on point. But par for the peripatetic course, I’m looking forward to another opportunity to enjoy an exemplary Manhattan from their award winning mixologist and then settling down with a good book…
The Pan
Pier 66 on the Hudson is the home of The Pan and is also likely to be the home of many sunny lunches this summer. An old lightship docked at the pier adds to the tumble of interwoven walkways and sculptures that makes up this whole hospitality haven. It’s a clever design and really looks like fun. The sun was just approaching the yard arm when we called in on the weekend, and even though we had a picnic planned, we were tempted to indulge in the delicious looking burgers or just to retreat to the crows nest – as one man had with his pipe and paper, and enjoy the breeze. But not so the peace, as, descending down to deck level, the many boxes of Coopers were a dead giveaway that Australians were about to party. The whole of the end of the pier was roped off for a private function – Of course! It was an Anzac Day event, the band was setting up and the pies were about to arrive…
Girl Guide Cookies
In all my years in America today was the first day I encountered Girl Guides selling cookies. What a delightful situation. Of course I had to buy some – the choice was mint, shortbread or coconut. It’s many years since my youngest sister Louise, as a Brownie, enthusiastically encouraged me to purchase the same from her – although they were called biscuits and if memory serves me right, they were Anzacs….
From the Titanic to Times Square
On Thursday night, three days short of the 100th anniversary of the sinking of the Titanic, the Lincoln Center featured ‘Titanic Tales: Stories of Courage and Cowardice’ in the David Rubenstein Atrium. The show was billed as an evening of music and stories, but focused principally on the legal testimonies of survivors in the post-disaster US enquiry. So it was quite somber, contrasting with the munching, picnicking audience that often seems to accompany free events in NYC, and in the end I was happy to escape into the modern day. RIP RMS Titanic and to all the lost souls and altered opportunity. Forever onward…
The walk home took us through Columbus Circle down Broadway to Times Square, pausing briefly at the newly opened Aussie chain, Pie Face. The classic solution to hunger at this time of the night would have been a pie floater, but that not being available, we settled for a chunky beef and a chicken & mushroom pie. They were OK, but for some reason I couldn’t get the 35,000 eggs that set sail with the Titanic out of my head. So much anticipation…
On to Times Square where the action of the night was in full swing. Tourists everywhere and superheros on every corner – Mickey Mouse, Spongebob, Cookie Monster, not to mention an array of Statues of Liberty, all touting photos for finance. There was no sign of the Naked Cowboy, but it was a bit cool, and in any case Batman was the man of the moment. A fully suited black guy standing about 6’4″, and with amazing energy was literally sweeping people off their feet. He was engaging and entertaining, and people were queuing up to share the joy. By complete contrast a statue of Liberty skulked around in the background, watching the paying punters enviously, but he was unable to raise a torch to the Dark Knight. I guess in the end it doesn’t matter what you’re wearing, it’s the attitude that counts…
Easter Bonnet Parade
I felt totally out of place wearing my bicycle helmet on a packed fifth avenue on Sunday afternoon. It was the wrong vintage, the wrong event and simply had no style at all! What started years ago as an outpouring of the finely bonneted parishioners from St Patricks Cathedral after Easter mass, has become a huge occasion for parading in your finery along fifth. There were hats made out of carrots, of metro cards and of marshmallow. There was a model hat of the Titanic, a man with a yellow beard and a bird on his head ( this is New York after all ), children with balloon hats, a woman in a dress of feathers, and outrageously colorful drag queens. But the best of all were the real millinery marvels, hats worn with style atop stylish outfits. Older and younger people stepped out together, posing for photographs as though they were part of the Easter ‘collection’. There was a puppeteer telling wild stories with his string scarecrow, and a fabulous brass band that set the mood to swing. It was fun, like an unscripted carnival that spontaneously came together in the middle of the city. Even the easter bunny was there – in various forms – but the garden variety had the biggest egg!




































