another eye opens

John Sullivan, copy editor for CultureVulture.net -- he's been posting my theater reviews for the last year

We had breakfast at Le Pain Quotidien on Seventh Avenue in Chelsea with his partner Joe -- they raise goats on a ranch in Napa Valley, California

Farmer Morgiewicz, whose fresh vegetables I buy every Wednesday and Saturday

he's a real sweetie pie and has the filthiest fingernails

55th Street and Eighth Avenue

55th Street and Broadway

Allen at Red58

Allen, just back from a weekend at Folsom Street Fair, and Andy, just off from work at the New York Times

While other things were happening in town, Jonathan (newly arrived from Atlanta) and Nick (visiting from Amsterdam) and I went to New York Theater Workshop to see Elevator Repair Service's production of "The Select (The Sun Also Rises)"

We loved the show, whose sets and costumes were designed by Mr. David Zinn

we thought we might have dinner at the famous Prune, but it didn't open until 5:30

so we sat outside at Cozy Cafe, the hookah bar down the street, and had tea

when we went back they were having some kind of video shoot and serving only a $65 prix fixe dinner so we went back to Bellcourt for a delicious dinner

Joan Blondell singing "Remember My Forgotten Man" in "Gold Diggers of 1933"

street sign (and "improvement") spied in midtown

Randall met Andy and me on the East Side by the Children's Zoo.

We were going to meet him at Bethesda Fountain but he didn't know where that was. He's Canadian, so we forgave him. I always associate Bethesda Fountain with "Angels in America," but really these days it is the domain of Asian wedding photographers.

Andy, for obvious reasons, pointed out this memorial stone next to the boat pond, near the Bow Bridge. Anyone know the story behind this plaque?

Labor action at the Boathouse Cafe -- quite successful. No one was going into the restaurant.

I'd never noticed the stone bench on the path just above E. 72nd Street with the Latin legend carved into it ALTERI VIVAS OPORTET SI VIS TIBI VIVERE ("You should live for others if you would live for yourself"), built in honor of Walter Hutchins. This beautiful brass sundial sits on the back of the bench.

Therisa Barber, ballerinamime

A little cherub in her hot daddy's arms

It got off to a rough start -- we'd barely hit the road when we got rear-ended on the West Side Highway. Andy and Michael's month-old Mustang convertible got seriously damaged. Halfway to Bucks, the entire bumper fell off and had to be abandoned by the side of the road.

Aggravating as the initial collision was, the worst part of the ordeal was waiting TWO HOURS for police to come by and fill out an accident report for insurance purposes.

Happily, on the other side of the road trip was this refuge: Longwood Cabin.

A gorgeous place to lounge and do nothing.

Tom and Mike from DC were also there. The number of handheld devices in the crowd was steep. Those of us with iPads shared apps. I turned them on to ToonPaint.

There was eating and clowning and soaking in the hot tub.

A good time was had by all.