Courtesy of Anafiel Delaunay collection (Adventures in NYC-Day 2)
Thursday morning, I made Daddy-llama get up earlier that was his wont. We were supposed to the bank with Auntie R. to get a document notarized, but none of the banks had a notary on staff that day. We missed the 9am-ish LIRR train, so we went to the Judaica store to find a wedding present a couple whose wedding M & I are attending on Saturday evening. After the saleslady showed us some truly hideous menorahs, I finally found a nice challah cover (with appliqued wheat designs!) We stopped by Shloime's Heimishe Bakery (a name which I find absolutely hilarious, "Heimishe" meaning "homey" in Yiddish, i.e. "snuggly," not "down with my homies.") where I also bought a loaf of genuine New York Rye Bread with Seeds (TM) for M. (They just don't make Rye bread in KS quite like they do in NYC.)
We caught the 10-ish LIRR train into the City, whereupon we went to marlarose's apartment and played with her and Baby Shevs (who at nearly 2 appears ready for Barnard.) We played with all her toys and watched Elmo on Sesame Street, which has undergone some drastic changes since I watched it with the Mushkie-llama.
We bid Marla and Shevs goodbye, and headed over the East Side and the Jewish Museum. Their current exhibit was on Marc Chagall and Russian Jewish Theater, which was actually quite fascinating. (Loved the Yiddish "King Lear"!)
Among the curiousities they had on display, was a copy of Sefer Raziel (scroll down on the UPenn site for the link), a kabbalistic text published in Amsterdam, 1701, which was used to show inspiration for costume design in the fantastical "Golem" production of Habima. "Courtesy of the Anafiel Delaunay Collection," I thought, with a shiver of fangirl glee.
That evening, we made our way back to the West Side to Ozu, which was pretty amazing since my NYC directional skills are really lousy. We met up with Tamar Z., (who as an archivist and Jacqueline Carey fan, was the only one who appreciated my Sefer Raziel joke) , and Y and J, who provided much merriment and dinner conversation. Daddy-llama muttered about being forced to eat all his vegetables piled on top, to find the fish in his order. "It's good for you," I told him. We were tired after our long day of touristy-ness, so we headed back via the LIRR. (We had missed the 9pm train, so waited around for the 10pm train. Even late (or what I think is late) at night, the LIRR is pretty busy.)
We caught the 10-ish LIRR train into the City, whereupon we went to marlarose's apartment and played with her and Baby Shevs (who at nearly 2 appears ready for Barnard.) We played with all her toys and watched Elmo on Sesame Street, which has undergone some drastic changes since I watched it with the Mushkie-llama.
We bid Marla and Shevs goodbye, and headed over the East Side and the Jewish Museum. Their current exhibit was on Marc Chagall and Russian Jewish Theater, which was actually quite fascinating. (Loved the Yiddish "King Lear"!)
Among the curiousities they had on display, was a copy of Sefer Raziel (scroll down on the UPenn site for the link), a kabbalistic text published in Amsterdam, 1701, which was used to show inspiration for costume design in the fantastical "Golem" production of Habima. "Courtesy of the Anafiel Delaunay Collection," I thought, with a shiver of fangirl glee.
That evening, we made our way back to the West Side to Ozu, which was pretty amazing since my NYC directional skills are really lousy. We met up with Tamar Z., (who as an archivist and Jacqueline Carey fan, was the only one who appreciated my Sefer Raziel joke) , and Y and J, who provided much merriment and dinner conversation. Daddy-llama muttered about being forced to eat all his vegetables piled on top, to find the fish in his order. "It's good for you," I told him. We were tired after our long day of touristy-ness, so we headed back via the LIRR. (We had missed the 9pm train, so waited around for the 10pm train. Even late (or what I think is late) at night, the LIRR is pretty busy.)