Let’s begin with the easy part. If you are a bibliophile in New York City, you should visit The Morgan Library and Museum. In addition to a fantastic permanent collection that has not one, but three, Gutenberg Bibles they have excellent visiting shows. The current exhibition is of items from Oxford’s Bodleian Library including both an early copy of the Magna Carta and Tolkein’s hand-painted dust jacket for The Hobbit.
Now for the hard part. It’s impossible to get past the fact that this was once someone’s private library. The entire room that was once the office of The Morgans’ own personal librarian, the portrait of J.P. Morgan’s wife painted by John Singer Sargent, all point to the fact that one family’s wealth made it possible to collect these cultural signifiers and preserve them. For me, this raises a whole bunch of questions. How were both the objects themselves and the wealth used to buy them acquired? Why were these objects acquired over other objects? What was left out and why? And how do today’s equivalents of the Morgans, the tech and hedge fund billionaires, compare in terms of philanthropy? Will they have the same kind of legacy? One could also argue Google’s effort to digitize the world’s knowledge will have exponentially greater impact and accessibility than any library started by the Morgans or Carnegies. Still, I can’t help but feel like the philanthropy by the current crop of billionaires is rather thin. Maybe it’s because we are living in the same time period and their contributions won’t be evident until some time in the future. I’m sure Pierpont Morgan’s image today is different than it was 100 years ago. Or maybe it’s because the efforts of today’s tech billionaires is getting drowned out by stories about Hobbit weddings.
Espressoing
A few more days
A final Hi meeting
The local neighborhood bar has a quiet time between six and nine. It is a place that specializes in coffee, beer and seasonal menus. There is just enough of each for a satisfying snack and effective buzz. After the time when the laptop lids close and before the social gatherings start -- there is a sort of twilight*. Often this time is a fugitive ground rife with creative inspiration and meditative work -- of the kind that results in personal reward.*twilight may refer to civil, nautical or astronomical variety depending on your social or terrestrial condition
A man positions his mouse on the edge of his browser window. He clicks, holds and drags the viewport first left then right. The content of a video game promo micro site responds and adapts to the available space. To the man, this is more delightful than the game itself.
A man laboriously moves his piano down three levels onto the subway platform. Classic vocals and strided chords -- he played so well I swore he was blind. Oblivious to the heat on that August stage, he was most in touch with his audience -- whom he elevated with his music.
A woman should do exactly as she pleases no matter what a man may think.
As the Dalai Lama once said, "It is a time when there is much in the window, but nothing in the room."
"No one understands me," she said. Her grandmother was silent for a minute. It seemed she was searching for an answer in the star speckled sky. "But no one understands anyone in this world, darling. We are all unique. It is what gives us a sense of wonder."