Monthly Archives: July 2014
Ladies Who Lunch, the 2 a.m. Version
One more night in the art gallery, one more reading of WILD BLUE today. For the past three weeks, the art gallery has been our late-night / night-cap / dinner-having / front-step-sitting space, and last night we kept Casey company until a few hours before her 6 am cab showed up. (Some of) the Ladies of Playpenn – we will not be stopped.
Small Discoveries In Strange Places
Major Shift = We Need Birds
Excitement in Philly: Wilhelm Descends
I read an article about how bees are important, and also how if you find them dying inside your house, they’re possibly just dehydrated, and how if you give them a solution of sugar water they will return to life, and probably not sting you, and probably continue to be important for the environment. Guess what! It’s true!
Meet Wilhelm. He was dying. We put him under a water glass and poured sugar water on his paper towel. Meet Wilhelm 15 minutes later. He’s drunk all of the sugar water and is ready to single-leggedly save the world.
Post Script: my parents pointed out that he is a Wilhelmina and not a Wilhelm, because in bee-societies, the ladies are the ones who go out and do all the work. Not unlike in human societies.
People Doing Things. Meanwhile, It’s Hot.
A Bunch Of Pyros Do Dinner
Sometimes your people come to Philly. And they muddle sour cherries from the Farmers Market with rye and licorice-mint to make a “signature cocktail,” and they roast a leg of lamb, and they flambĂ© peaches. There’s all different kinds of art being contained in this gallery.