Last Sunday, we went to the Hispanic Society, a small but exquisite museum on Broadway and 156th Street. The plaza is sealed off for renovations, but El Cid didn't seem too bothered. The museum was founded about 100 years ago by Archer Huntington, who not only had enough money to collect some very serious Spanish and Portuguese art, but also to build a Beaux Arts complex in which to house it. Things were different back then; these days, someone with that kind of money would buy a "sweet-ass condo" on Central Park South and put the rest into a hedge fund. Huntington also commissioned a series of paintings by Joaquin Sorolla y Bastida, who was famous for his landscapes and scenes of "daily life," such as this fishing trip. I wondered if these fishers were dreading a prospective move to an "open office plan" as much as I was. I guess they had a "Halloween Parade" through the "West Village" of some city in Spain back then, too. Here's a painting of "Gay Pride" in Spain circa 1894. I had "serious garden envy" observing this beautiful green planter that was made in Spain circa 1700. The museum was mostly empty, except for this group of saints with alarmingly long fingers.
Oddly, there was a "management consultant" on site. "It has been established through 'empirical studies' that cubicles and open floor plans increase productivity and collaboration among workers in the modern era." It seemed unlikely to me, but it's hard to argue with 'empirical research'! Here's a series of Spanish tiles from 150 years ago depicting some of the most important inventions of the time. For younger readers, this would have been the equivalent of a Netflix series that you could "binge-watch" in a single sitting. Outside, we were entranced by the cobblestone streets, another remnant of the past. The cats convened an emergency session: How Do We Stop the Downward Spiral Implicit in the Passage of Time? Barred from attending, I went for a run in Fort Tryon Park, which had endured its first cold snap of the season. On the whole, however, it continued to look pretty amazing! Was it too late to nominate the Parks Department for the presidency? Maybe as a third party candidate? How does the heather always stay in bloom? (I know that there are conspiracy theorists in the far reaches of the internet who claim that Fort Tryon Park is made out of plastic, but I refuse to believe.)I was hoping to win the Powerball, which is now up to $1 billion. I felt my chances were good; if I do win, there will be a lot of happy plants and cats around the world.
The path was clear; all that remained was to take it.