Doing Stuff
Apr. 12th, 2008 10:17 pmOut late last night, and ![[profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
bard_bloom and projectmothra indulged me in a few hours extra rest. But I woke up wanting to Do Stuff. We ended up going to brunch at Kathleen's Tea House in Peekskill, a lovely crowded little place with that mismatched china English sort of vibe. We sat in the window, no one broke anything, and I ate little crustless sandwiches of cream cheese and who-knows-what.
Then we wandered over to the Hudson Valley Center of Contemporary Art, a modern little museum in a old warehouse on the road between Yorktown and Peekskill which apparently has been there a few years, but I only just noticed it a few weeks ago. It's only open on weekends, and right now has an exhibit of very large paintings, several of which I really enjoyed. It also has a really complicated semi-permanent exhibit which looks like a laundromat, but really has a dense array of disturbing images about world atrocities and capitalist excess. (The curator warned us, so we didn't take Rhys in there. I poked my head in briefly, but need to return there alone sometime to explore it more.) We also chatted with an artist currently building an installation there, a sculpture of a broken horse and carriage, full-sized, made of cardboard, wood, and magazine clippings. Ah, modern art. In any case, I was thrilled to find this little museum in my backyard, and the curator convinced us to purchase a membership there, noting that we could ring the doorbell during the week and if someone was there we could come in.
After that, we decided to take a drive out to the International Food Warehouse in Lodi, NY. It's gone downhill quite a bit from what I remember, smaller and not quite as random-exotic as I remembered, But we still got some of the old favorites from last time (fig-anise jam), some things I like but have a hard time finding (rose petal jam), and some things that were just too odd to pass up (the most complicated canned Indian relish I've ever seen, with a dozen kinds of fruits and vegetables in it). We also went to the little Indian restaurant that's been installed in it since the last time we went (pre-kid), and it was astonishingly good. They were frying dosai fresh, and making bread in a little electric tandoor. So fun.
After that, we ended up taking a quick trip to the Paramus Park Mall, which was obviously the same place I'd escaped to regularly as a teen, but 25 years of mall inflation and consumer jadedness really made it look very small.
bard_bloom and projectmothra indulged me in a few hours extra rest. But I woke up wanting to Do Stuff. We ended up going to brunch at Kathleen's Tea House in Peekskill, a lovely crowded little place with that mismatched china English sort of vibe. We sat in the window, no one broke anything, and I ate little crustless sandwiches of cream cheese and who-knows-what. Then we wandered over to the Hudson Valley Center of Contemporary Art, a modern little museum in a old warehouse on the road between Yorktown and Peekskill which apparently has been there a few years, but I only just noticed it a few weeks ago. It's only open on weekends, and right now has an exhibit of very large paintings, several of which I really enjoyed. It also has a really complicated semi-permanent exhibit which looks like a laundromat, but really has a dense array of disturbing images about world atrocities and capitalist excess. (The curator warned us, so we didn't take Rhys in there. I poked my head in briefly, but need to return there alone sometime to explore it more.) We also chatted with an artist currently building an installation there, a sculpture of a broken horse and carriage, full-sized, made of cardboard, wood, and magazine clippings. Ah, modern art. In any case, I was thrilled to find this little museum in my backyard, and the curator convinced us to purchase a membership there, noting that we could ring the doorbell during the week and if someone was there we could come in.
After that, we decided to take a drive out to the International Food Warehouse in Lodi, NY. It's gone downhill quite a bit from what I remember, smaller and not quite as random-exotic as I remembered, But we still got some of the old favorites from last time (fig-anise jam), some things I like but have a hard time finding (rose petal jam), and some things that were just too odd to pass up (the most complicated canned Indian relish I've ever seen, with a dozen kinds of fruits and vegetables in it). We also went to the little Indian restaurant that's been installed in it since the last time we went (pre-kid), and it was astonishingly good. They were frying dosai fresh, and making bread in a little electric tandoor. So fun.
After that, we ended up taking a quick trip to the Paramus Park Mall, which was obviously the same place I'd escaped to regularly as a teen, but 25 years of mall inflation and consumer jadedness really made it look very small.
