Monthly Archives: May 2012
Getting my summer list together. There are so many cheap to free offerings in NYC, but I also need to take time out to rest. The heat really affects me.
Thinking that this summer I will:
* Take a tour from a NYC volunteer guide.
* Watch a moving Shakespeare production in Battery Park.
* Try for tix to Shakespeare In The Park production of “Into The Woods.”
* Canoe or kayak at one of the city parks.
* Look for free classes offered, for crochet, photography, other hobbies – and for something I’ve never thought to try before.
* Go to an author reading.
1. “I Came Around,” by Aimee Miriello.
2. “Girl,” by The Wild Colonials.
3. “A Boat On The Sea,” by Kristen Vigard.
4. “Click, Click, Click, Click,” by Bishop Allen.
5. “I Think It’s Going To Rain Today,” by Peter Gabriel.
6. “Wrap Your Arms Around Me,” by Barenaked Ladies.
7. “Pretty,” by The Cranberries.
8. “It Ends Tonight,” by The All-American Rejects.
9. “Magic,” by Bruce Springsteen.
10. “Raise Your Glass,” by P!nk
- Hearing that Jason Mraz song, “I’m Yours” on the subway on the commute home.
- Exploring the city with my camera.
- Leaving the city for a day.
- My Mom and the rest of my family.
- A really excellent husband.
- Hope that “Once Upon A Time” will have some sort of happiness before the season ends.
- Starting – and finishing! – a creative project.
I picked up a copy of the May 2012 Glamour UK. They’re starting a “Hey, It’s OK” campaign to “raise the awareness of depression and its hold on many young women.”
There’s not a lot about the campaign on their website yet, except the above and this short piece about covergirl Frankie Sandford, a British performer, singer with the Saturdays. I really recommend looking for the bound issue. Frankie’s story is reflective of so many of ours – especially the way she knew when it started – she was 15 or 16 – and she avoided telling anyone about it for years. She “thought people would think, ‘What have you got to be depressed about?'” So many of us have found reasons not to talk about it, not to tell anyone about the pain.
Get a copy, if you can. There are other great parts. I hope the campaign is a success. It made me feel better, to start.
Realized that I couldn’t get a photo of me photobombing in action, since I didn’t want the people I was with that I am writing this blog.
I did photobomb a woman’s photo on a rooftop cafe, but — no proof.
So, instead, here’s a child who photobombed his own portrait. I bow down to his mad skills. (Took with with my own Spy Cam):