Saturday, August 25, 2012

Nomadic Wax; Mets: Brooklyn Botanical

Friday was a lekker day.  I woke up a lil tired from the Lebowski princess hunt.

I awoke to find that the media moves fast.  The Birmingham News had already produced their story on the American Music Abroad tour for Act of Congress faster than I had imagined.  I had just been handling this the previous day and had not expected such quick turnaround.

I walked through the park to meet Ben Herson, the CEO of Nomadic Wax.  Nomadic Wax is a phenomenal organization that uses hip hop to promote social change.  Their work in phenomenal, check out the site because they showcase their work better than I can explain.  I had a great coffee chat with Ben, who made an astute point: "how do you get Americans interested in the world?  You have to entertain them."  So true.  A central tenant of the Bernays-Barnum School of PD.   Ben and I shared about our respective work, and where we might find some areas of partnership.  To me, the essence of public diplomacy is working to connect all those who get it.

Work went fine, and the day ended and thus the week.

Since I couldn't turn Citifield into my virtual office, I decided to go to Friday night's game against the Astros.

"I do not know what I may appear to the world; but to myself I seem to have been only like a boy playing on the seashore, and diverting myself in now and then finding a smoother pebble or a prettier shell than ordinary, whilst the great ocean of truth lay all undiscovered before me."
-Isaac Newton (2 Train Brooklyn to Manhattan, "Train of Thought")

Well, I don't know either how I appear to the world, but to myself I see a smiling face pressed up against the glass of a subterranean subway car, watching the moving picture show go by.  Noir Desir sang about how the wind will carry us, as the train carried us of the bridge connecting Brooklyn and Manhattan as the sun set west across the East River.

Up and across town to Queens to the new Citifield to watch the Mets take on the Astros.  I bought the cheapest ticket I could, which set me back $19.  Not too bad.  There was free kozy shack pudding being handed out, so i considered it that I hit paydirt.  I meandered through the Mets hall of fame before finding a seat up above to watch a mediocre match between two mediocre teams.  The fellow sitting next to me was in the army and on leave from a tour in Korea.  He did communications work, but the other side from the work I do.  The physical infrastructure of communications.  Stephen was on a baseball tour on his time off, and we chatted about stadiums near and far.

Today I spent a delicious day at the Brooklyn Botanical Garden.  Made more delicious by a free Saturday at the botanical garden.  Shabbat should always be free.  

A gorgeous green space made more so by mossy ginger beer to refresh.  I was surrounded by painted-petal fritillary.  

By a zen Japanese pond and garden, I practiced my posture and conducted yoga and meditation.  I love to stretch all parts.  

I watch large carp and turtles nip at wet leaves.  I circled the lake, and sheepishly snapped a few pics of Turtle Porn.  Yep, I found a tortuga Ron Jeremy.  That act of coitus might take months.

I found my way to a rose garden and planted myself on a bench amid globe thistles and oriental lillies (lilliacae).  Lady Elsie May kept me company as the soft roar of cicadas echoed through the arbor.

And I thought of heroes who found themselves with their clay feet exposed.   Lance Armstrong.  Livestrong. Say it ain't so Lance, say it ain't so.

Apparently, the Indian government spent $1.5 million dollars to purchase Gandhi's letters to hide that he might have been having a homosexual relationship with German Jew Herman Kallenbach.  Puts a whole different spin on Gandhi's experiments with truth and Brahmacharya (abstinence).  Just sayin, that Gandhi was getting 7 years good luck for his experiments bothers me not.  The Indian government, perhaps a little more so.

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