When I was very small, my mom and dad would pack my brother and I into the car, with snacks and sleeping bags and all-sorts, and then we would drive beyond the fringes of our Oregon suburb, miles and miles down the highway to reach the drive-in. We did it, maybe, only two or three times; who knows what movies we watched. I, being only five or six, tended to fall asleep as soon as all the popcorn had been eaten.
The Empire Drive-In, a pop-up theatre-cum-large-scale sculpture erected at the New York Hall of Science, is open through October 20. Junked cars are installed in a parking lot, and you can settle into (or on top of) any one of them; we arrived by subway, the 7 train, and sidled over to what I believe was a Honda, spreading our blanket on the hood.
A double feature was playing, structured around a theme, Teenage Wasteland. Punk music set the mood as we waited for the main show to start; a slideshow, “American Reclamation,” showcased photos from Stephen Mallon before vintage ads began to roll, before “Over the Edge” and “Suburbia” were slated to play. (Watch “Over the Edge”: 14-year-old Matt Dillon in crop tops, all smoldering, aimless young discontent.)
It was cold; we wrapped our blanket over our shoulders and ate Hot Tamales, Raisinettes, licorice. And, because we are old — turning to each other, trying to remember that aching teenage anger — we headed out after the explosive denouement of “Edge.” We dropped by Tortilleria Nixtamal for tamales and tacos, then watched the Saturday night people making their way into Manhattan as we returned to our part of Queens, tired, but still home before the clock hit eleven.
Creators Todd Chandler and Jeff Stark note that Empire Drive-In “… invites audiences to participate in a series of questions about car culture, planned obsolescence, and the distinction between public and private space.” Indeed it does; it’s also just a darn good time. Tonight, October 13, you can catch a Space Race-themed program in the shadow of NYSci’s rockets; in the coming week, there’s also a Youth Media Night, a Galactic Drive-In, a Night at the Races, Silents and Noise (handmade films with a live soundtrack), and a celebration of American-made cars, trucks, and other machines. Go.
Espressoing
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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."