Well, now lots of folks will know where the Harvard Club is located. The Wall Street Journal reports that the party for David Fincher's new film, "The Social Network," was held at the Harvard Club. This is not a typical location for movie parties and I wonder how many of the guests needed to find out the address from someone else? No way everyone under 50 is as skilled as Jeff.
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Bob's Daughter
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Tuesday, September 28, 2010
Thursday, September 16, 2010
Do you know where the Harvard Club is?
(Enter mid-conversation)
Well, do you know where the Harvard Club is?
Well, do you know where the Harvard Club is?
No, Uncle Herbie, I don't.
The Algonquin?
No, I don't.
Is there a cross street or an avenue in this description for where the restaurant is located?
(I hear laughter.)
Should I mention some other places where you won't know the location?
No, thank you, I think I'm done now.
He's still laughing.
Gooooood Byyyyye Uncle Herbie. I love you.
He's still laughing.
Good-bye.
We hang up.
I have lost my cosmopolitan edge.
I wondered how many people could pass this social test.
I have dinner with Jeff.
I tell him the story.
He knows every location.
I am impressed.
Carolee is going to a special opening at the Whitney at
the new location - downtown.
I tell her that I hope she enjoys herself and the new Barbara Kruger exhibit on the roof.
CS: How do you know that? I don't know that and I'm invited!
EC: I read it. I don 't remember where, maybe the NY Times?
We move on to another topic.
Maybe I still have a little bit of NYC in me?
The Information Age is troubling.
How do we know what we know?
And why do we know it?
And who has access to it?
xoxo,
Bob's Daughter
Wednesday, March 10, 2010
Understanding Space
Jeff and I are meeting for dinner tomorrow evening.
I am his pretend sister and he is my pretend brother.
Jeff and I have looked at DOZENS of houses together,
either from the MLS sheet or by walking through them.
Khem (my husband) and I decided to sell our 1890,
Carpenter Gothic,Victorian home in Stone Ridge, NY.
We wanted an easier house
and I had a bad feeling about the real estate market.
Jeff sold our home just as the market was starting to crack.
We bought what we call The Tree House.
This is not my father's house.
The last house was so similar to the one my father renovated
for our family in Lakeville CT that my mother commented,
"Your father would have bought this house."
I already knew that.
What I didn't know was how difficult it would be to live in.
After putting two roofs on
and rebuilding the front porch that tried to twist off the house
Jeff helped us move on - into a new home and on with our lives!
Yet, this history of moving through space with Jeff is precious to me.
He was willing to imagine our lives in different configurations
and then advise us.
He understands design in relation to feeling, motion and use.
This is rare.
I will bring the designs/ patents to our dinner
and we will walk through them together.
We may never build them,
but it is entering the museum of my father's creation
with a trusted friend/ chosen brother and wonderful playmate.
In case you haven't gathered from my previous posts,
a good playmate is special.
xoxo,
Bob's Daughter
I am his pretend sister and he is my pretend brother.
Jeff and I have looked at DOZENS of houses together,
either from the MLS sheet or by walking through them.
Khem (my husband) and I decided to sell our 1890,
Carpenter Gothic,Victorian home in Stone Ridge, NY.
We wanted an easier house
and I had a bad feeling about the real estate market.
Jeff sold our home just as the market was starting to crack.
We bought what we call The Tree House.
This is not my father's house.
The last house was so similar to the one my father renovated
for our family in Lakeville CT that my mother commented,
"Your father would have bought this house."
I already knew that.
What I didn't know was how difficult it would be to live in.
After putting two roofs on
and rebuilding the front porch that tried to twist off the house
Jeff helped us move on - into a new home and on with our lives!
Yet, this history of moving through space with Jeff is precious to me.
He was willing to imagine our lives in different configurations
and then advise us.
He understands design in relation to feeling, motion and use.
This is rare.
I will bring the designs/ patents to our dinner
and we will walk through them together.
We may never build them,
but it is entering the museum of my father's creation
with a trusted friend/ chosen brother and wonderful playmate.
In case you haven't gathered from my previous posts,
a good playmate is special.
xoxo,
Bob's Daughter
Friday, January 29, 2010
Now and Then
I call my friend Jeff Serouya.
I ask him to look at my father's designs for the furniture I found at the patent office. He understands design and people. Should I make these pieces?
While preparing my flash drive to go to the "copy shop" (the one Jeff recommends)
I remember that my husband Khem has some of my father's architectural drawings in his office. I grab them and decided to make copies.
I unroll everything at the "copy shop" and my eyes well up.
In front of me I see drawings of the patented furniture.
They are hand drawn.
I have seen them before, but never knew what they were without a context.
I don't like to admit to prayer, but I thanked --- for that moment.
Pieces...
I am making sweaters for my twin daughters -
when I am not being mom or spending time with my husband/partner/loved one of the past 20 years, working, or with friends.
I don't knit.
I buy cashmere and wool sweaters from the Salvation Army and then wash them,
put them in the dryer and see what I have -after I have done what the label says not to do.
I turn the crew neck sweaters upside down
and the bottom waistband becomes a wide turtleneck.
I start cutting and stitching.
Arms of the sweater are opened to make dresses
or left closed and cut to fashion hats.
Ribbed turtlenecks cut from the original body
make wonderful skirts, hats or headbands.
It's the same process.
looking at the whole and wondering if the pieces could fit in another pattern.
It helps my mind work.
xoxo,
Bob's Daughter
I ask him to look at my father's designs for the furniture I found at the patent office. He understands design and people. Should I make these pieces?
While preparing my flash drive to go to the "copy shop" (the one Jeff recommends)
I remember that my husband Khem has some of my father's architectural drawings in his office. I grab them and decided to make copies.
I unroll everything at the "copy shop" and my eyes well up.
In front of me I see drawings of the patented furniture.
They are hand drawn.
I have seen them before, but never knew what they were without a context.
I don't like to admit to prayer, but I thanked --- for that moment.
Pieces...
I am making sweaters for my twin daughters -
when I am not being mom or spending time with my husband/partner/loved one of the past 20 years, working, or with friends.
I don't knit.
I buy cashmere and wool sweaters from the Salvation Army and then wash them,
put them in the dryer and see what I have -after I have done what the label says not to do.
I turn the crew neck sweaters upside down
and the bottom waistband becomes a wide turtleneck.
I start cutting and stitching.
Arms of the sweater are opened to make dresses
or left closed and cut to fashion hats.
Ribbed turtlenecks cut from the original body
make wonderful skirts, hats or headbands.
It's the same process.
looking at the whole and wondering if the pieces could fit in another pattern.
It helps my mind work.
xoxo,
Bob's Daughter
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