Not many, I've gotten out of the habit of shooting a zillion pictures when I travel (and even more out of the habit of editing a zillion pictures when I get home!), so there's not much here. But make sure you check out the Cathedral of Doom. This is what I would have landed on if my mother had succeeded in throwing me off the RCA building when I ( Read more... )

Pictures from our trip to NYC: Radio City, Rockerfeller Center, Museum of Sex, Gangster Museum, Fashion Institute of Technology, and Kristeen Young in concert!

Note: Museum of Sex pictures may not be considered safe for work. They're really pretty tame, but...you never know.

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I stopped posting abruptly because we went back to NY, and our hotel charged for internet access. Bugger that. Then we were on the road for two days, then spent the next two recovering. So, lest you should think that my life isn't always full of new and exciting experiences, here's another travel postcard ( Read more... )

Our walk back to Port Authority this afternoon took us through the garment district, which meant that every third storefront was a fabric shop. *drool* Oh, silks, the sequins, the superbly splendiferous, slinky, satiny stuffs! Want, want waaaaannnt ( Read more... )

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Long overdue pics from our journey to the top of the Empire State Building:

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This has already been posted to Youtube:

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Look for me a bit left of center, about one row back from the guy in the hat, directly behind a blond guy with a beard, and later on behind a girl in a red dress with spaghetti straps. I'm wearing a dark bare-back halter dress, and have a big pale blue flower in my hair, and I'm dancing with a guy in a ( Read more... )

Remember when I said skin color didn't matter to a swing dancer? I was both more and less right than I imagined...it seems we had a real dearth of black swing dancers good enough to play the role of young Frankie Manning in Saturday night's show: in the scene with the famous dance-off at the Savoy, Frankie was played by a blond Swedish guy, with ( Read more... )

The Savoy Ballroom, once a mecca for lindy hoppers, and formerly about six miles north of where I now sit, used to be known as "the home of happy feet." Sugar Sullivan says it didn't matter if you were black or white at the Savoy. Once you climbed those stairs, only one thing mattered: can you dance ( Read more... )