Archive | July, 2012

The Twelve Days of BlogHer ’12: 2

Driver waiting, Walter Kerr Theater, W 48th St, New York, NY.

The close observer will note that one of the stage door fans’ poster reads “A Little Night Music.” I had just seen this musical inside with none other than Elisa Camahort Page, BlogHer co-founder, who had casually offered on Twitter that she was going, and did anyone else want to go, and I went, well heck yes I want to go, that’s Bernadette Peters and Elaine Stritch in one of Sondheim’s greatest pieces! Mrs Dad will seethe in jealousy, but still! Count me in!

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The Twelve Days of BlogHer ’12: 3


Man reading, New York Public Library, Main Branch, 5th Ave at 42nd St, New York, NY.



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The Twelve Days of BlogHer ’12: 4

Late night hot dog, New York, NY

I stumbled a little behind on these since, oh, workingroundtheclock. So two today. Since I am definitely still counting the hours to the event.

They’ve been night scenes for several nights in a row. So next ones, daytime ones. Six of one, half dozen of the other, since it sure enough is the city that never sleeps.  Once I looked out of a window after midnight to find a queue of more than twenty hungry folks at a stand (hot dogs? falafels? ice cream? does it matter?).

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The Twelve Days of BlogHer ’12: 5

Approaching Times Square, New York, NY.

And because who can resist it, a little George Benson for the occasion. “I won’t quit ’til I’m a star on Broadway,” sang George back in 1978. He won a Grammy that year for that recording (Best R & B Vocal Performance), and he’s still performing today. Or if you prefer the original Drifters version (1963), here you go. Either way, you’re welcome.

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The Twelve Days of BlogHer ’12: 6

Mister Softee, W50th St & 6th Ave, New York, NY.

The above image was taken after an unsuccessful pilgrimage to rout out Dr. Maddow from her lair, the public entrance to which is down the street to the right. I was along as sober chaperone to three self-described “giddy fangirls.” One fangirl, Liza (of day before yesterday’s pickle image), was in Twitter contact with Dr. M’s man on the internet @WillAtWork.  “He says she hasn’t left yet!” Liza excitedly read off her smartphone. “Or at least he doesn’t think so!”

I myself was of the belief that while Will was Tweeting Liza, “I’m not sure if she’s left the building yet,” he was texting his boss, “GIDDY FANGIRL ALERT! TAKE SERVICE ELEVATOR TO PLAN B EXIT!” and so forth.

As with all pilgrimages, it was far more about the journey than the destination.  Particularly because a dazzlingly intelligent, mannish lesbian just a bit taller than me (who me? jealous?) was not found at the end of the journey. At least not to be that night. The future lies ahead.

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