Party Over, Oops, Out of Time

Well, Carolyn and I had our first date at First Avenue back in MPLS days,

marrying at the south side's Park Avenue Methodistwhere Prince tied his first knot a bit later. 

The Cities (including St Paul) were a great place to live - downtowns just minutes away from a rural environment along the Mississippi and a cluster of 5 large lakes within Mpls - really nice from an Angeleno's perspective.

Because of an arts-based corporate culture, along with unusually high education emphasis owing to the Lutheran college system, the Cities were remarkable for culture-vultures. More live theater per capita than NYC, we took in some great Shakespeare at the Guthrie.

 And the innovative, excellent art gallery, The Walker Art Center,

 connected to next door's theater complex.

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I was so pleased that the local boy's Sign "O" the Times beat out the boys of Ire's The Joshua Tree in the Village Voice's critics poll, as did another homegrown band, The Replacements. Mpls struck me as an inhabited and vibrant urban space I never knew in suburban LA.

A fair amount of time spent at the Electric Fetus record store/headshop, where Prince visited last Saturday, apparently. The Cities in the '80s were a pop music mecca, later passing to Seattle.

But all the sentiment over fallen pop icons makes me consider how much media has replaced the church as a platform for meaning.

Jack 11

Jack turned 11 last week, cashing in on his neglected party, i.e. never happened, last year - Carolyn's first year as art coordinator- by a blowout trip to Harry Potterland at Universal. But lets start at the beginning...

 

Facebook, alarmed at the decline of personal, emotive content, now triggers flashbacks - "where were you five years ago" - engineering the way we relate to one another much like Hallmark invented Mother's Day and all the other national hamburger/pancake/donut/etc celebrations these days.

But raising children has its own built-in nostalgia, with inevitable before and after photos, tracking, as a friend put it, the melancholy nature of time. 

 

Evoking a yuletide atmosphere, this place will be probably enhanced when visited during a SoCal winter, with its snowy rooftops, Scottish wool scarves and sweaters & capes and hearty pub fare of stews and prime rib, roast chicken. Curiously, the romantic meaning of England always seems tilted towards Christmas, in terms of seasonal place - from CS Lewis & Tolkien to Downton Abbey - conjuring Dickens of A Christmas Carol for a new generation of admirers.

 
Dinner was at the "cook in front" place, ie teppanyaki,

 
followed by chocolate cake with whipped cream filling and buttercream icing topped with fresh fruit, ending, as he put it, "the best day of my life."

NYC Food & Art

We ate our way through the city, pleasantly discovering a renaisannce of baked goods & pastry, such as

Breads Bakery, an Israeli take on pastries, such as pain au chocolat and their signature babka -

 Eric Kayser, the chain boulangerier of Maison Kayser of Paris with the reputation of the city's winning baguette, has several shops in NYC now.

 

Eataly, Mario Batali's emporium of regional Italian food was a busy maze of morsels and, like many spots, introduced gorgeous products with little table space to enjoy them - reminding that we were in a metropolis' real estate - hard to park a car or sit a body -rather than suburban LA.

Then there was Ippudo, the Kyushu-style, cloudy pork broth ramen foodie spot, raising cheap comfort food to a level of global destination. The chicken and pork buns were to die for.

 

Ramen is a Japanese way of preparing what is originally Chinese, unlike soba or udon, becoming a craze. In my opinion, LA has a more vibrant ramen scene, where you can still find dives, as well as trendy spots like Tsujita. 

Museums & Architecture

After a satisfying bagel with inch thick cream cheese, we walked along the Park to the Natural History museum(AMNH); a dead zoo, more or less, but forever loved by the boys as the site of Night at the Museum. Like the Metropolitan Museum of Art on the opposite side, these 19th century behemoths are cultural temples, similar to the old banks downtown, impressively flanking the great park; the Frick museum down the road originally a home.

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Museums are sometimes mentioned as secular sacred spaces with their trophies & icons, but Teddy Roosevelt's aim as New York governor - whose statue graces the AMNH front steps - was to, in a sense, curate nature; forever since US national parks registering as our cathedrals, landmarks.

The IMAX film exhibit linked Roosevelt's profound encounter with nature to the deaths of his mother and wife, both dying in the same house within hours.  Afterwards, a pivotal camping trip with naturalist John Muir would turn the Sequoias, Yosemite Valley, and Yellowstone into national treasures - nature as momento in an act of mourning, bequeathing a national estate to future citizens.

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The day before, Debby and Udo guided us through the brand new opening of Fulton Station in Wall Street,

almost as controversial (for $ and design) as nearby Oculus,

the expansive new transportation hub for Wall Street which felt like a modern Grand Central Station, in its cavernous public space.The Empire State Building for its interior splash and outdoor vistas:

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 The Fulton subway station had beautiful tile mosaics of the inventor's steamship,

 

reminding of the beautiful metro stops in Paris.

 

Magnolias were blooming in the park.

- - a view from the museum restaurant facing the park, after an energetic tour of the Italian renaissance - the museum's strong suit - by Nadja, starting with a neglected Della Robia glazed relief: 

 Managed a quick visit to MOMA to show the boys the modern masterpieces,

 

 

as well as this great exhibit of SANAA, the renowned Japanese architectural firm, which won the Pritzker a few years back for their design of Lausanne's EPFL library.

 Models of the firm's global work were on display.

Museums and buildings all done in one packed afternoon!