It probably wasn’t coincidence that I heard that Springsteen song not once, but twice, on my way to the 35th reunion of my 8th grade class, right? There probably isn’t a song more appropriate for getting together with classmates and reminiscing about shared childhoods than that nugget that made its debut the same year I graduated from high school.
I’ve been to school reunions before, 4 of them actually. But this, the first middle school reunion planned and executed, was different. After a couple of days reflecting about it, I finally recognized what made this reunion so very novel. From the first M-W reunion in 1984, which I attended in a white crepe number I referred to as my Ginger Grant dress, I went with the intention of showing people who I had become, how I had grown and changed. Going to a reunion of my 8th grade classmates couldn’t have been more dissimilar.
Attending a reunion, in my actual hometown, with other members of the Class of 1980 wasn’t an exercise in validating who I am now. Instead it was a warm embrace from the friends who have always known exactly who I am. From the former teacher who remembered me as being “so smart” to the women who made a point of telling me that I had given them something intangible that they had never forgotten, those that were present on Saturday night demonstrated that the value I held for them was completely unrelated to anything I may have achieved in my life. It was simply because of who I am, and who I’ve always been, in an absolutely organic way.
Getting together with those who shared critical, right of passage events – field trips to NYC, hitchhiking adventures, explorations with gateway substances, first kisses, was positively fantastic. The hard work of classmates to make this event happen was greatly appreciated by all who attended and I truly believe every one there had a special and memorable night. For those who weren’t there, by choice or circumstance, you were missed. Pencil this event in for 2020. It’ll be epic.
It’s been a couple of years since I last attended this event, the official kickoff to Tulip Fest Weekend. Boy, am I glad I picked last night to jump back in! What a wonderful night it was in our fair city – the air was warm, but without humidity, the evening light was divine, the flowers magnificent and the crowd festive and decked out in their finest attire. It truly was an epic night, the sort we all long for during the short, dark days of winter.
I was so busy shooting photos and visiting with friends (so many friends!) that I didn’t nosh at all, but the local restaurants put out what looked to be a satisfying spread, particularly when paired with bubbly pink wine. Albany was really at her finest . Thanks for a great evening, Lark Street BID!
My picture does NOT do the work justice. Apologies!
On Friday, despite Mother Nature’s attempt to disrupt my plans, I ventured down to Williamsburg, Brooklyn to attend my uber talented neighbor, Ken Ragsdale’s art show opening at the Front Room Gallery. As someone who doesn’t often attend gallery openings (read: hardly ever), I was a bit out of my element, and, as a person who doesn’t stray from Manhattan usually, I was definitely outside of my borough of reference. After consulting my Facebook friends regarding attire and Google maps for directions, we hit the road in the late afternoon. Next stop: The Hundred-Acre Wood!
View from the Roebling Tea Room on the first evening of spring.
The drive was uneventful, other than my imagination working overtime creating vivid scenarios about how the piece of Ken’s which ended up in the back of my wagon could be damaged during the trip to Brooklyn. Rear-end collision, encounter with a remarkable pothole resulting in the shattering of glass…
Safely parked around the corner from the gallery, wearing the suggested attire of skinny jeans, ankle boots and a cool hat, we met up with some of the Albany contingent and enjoyed a lite bite and a round of drinks at the Roebling Tea Room. My cocktail, an excellent old-fashioned with a clean, citrus element was wonderful, the small plates equally perfect.
The show was an absolute triumph. The work vividly expressed a time in the artist’s life and is truly stunning. The presence of so many familiar faces must have made the opening a dreamy blend of memories and modern day moments. So friggin cool. Can’t get to Brooklyn? Check out the group show opening Friday, 3/27/15 at the Albany International
Whatever Airport right in the 518.
*This post has nothing to do with sleeping in Brooklyn or the Beastie Boys. Nothing. I just love the sentiment. Here – watch the video anyway.
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I couldn’t be happier about the new rules announced this morning regarding Albany’s St. Patrick’s Day parade. In years past this event has been an absolute sh*t show and I haven’t felt comfortable taking my kids there in many years. If you know me, you know I’m all about having fun and a couple of drinks, but this annual event has repeatedly proven that far too many people have no capacity for moderation – or alcohol.
I think the comments posted under the TU article are representative of a small
minded percent of the population, but maybe I’m wrong. What do you think? How do you feel about these new policies? The response I would provide to the commenters is below.
I assume you all live in the city of Albany, right? You probably own property and pay taxes, too, don’t you? And vote, also. Maybe you have children you would like to bring to the parade but haven’t in years past because of the drunken and disorderly crowd in attendance? Well, I meet all of the preceding criteria and I am thrilled by the crackdown on public intoxication and the promised enforcement of appropriate public behavior. I love this mayor – she represents me and thousands of Albany citizens who want our city to be a place for families and residents who understand and appreciate that quality of life for citizens is an important factor in the place we have chosen to call home.
I’m seriously considering going to the parade this year, my youngest child has never been and I’d like for him to experience festivities relating to his heritage. The weather forecast isn’t great, but as long as it is only the sky pissing on me, I think we might just get there. Erin Go Bragh!
How much do you know the mandated state exams administered to elementary school students in New York State? What do you know about these tests and their significance? Have you heard about Assemblymember Jim Tedisco’s bill proposal to allow parents to “opt out” of the required tests? If these three questions were on a test you were taking right now, how would you do?
As a teacher and a parent, my interest in these exams is pretty intense. Although there was initially the threat of my being required to test my population of students, I don’t have to administer tests in my “subject” area because I’m a secondary (grades 7-12) librarian and we have been given an alternative assessment rubric. At present my annual professional performance review (APPR) doesn’t include a student test component.*
That fact that I am currently exempt from delivering tested curriculum does not mean I am unaffected by the exams. I see the impact of these tests on my colleagues, my students, and of course, my own child. Last year, when my then-third grader came home the first week of school talking about “the tests,” I was dismayed. This year, I’m disgusted.
I’ve heard about a dozen different “facts” related to opting out of the tests. Things like “if less than 16 children in a given class or 95% of a building’s population take the tests the results can’t be counted against the teacher of the school” and “students must sit for the tests even if they refuse to participate, yet will be given a score if they so much as mark the answer sheet.” I just don’t know what is accurate information and, believe me, contacting NYSED with my questions is probably about the last thing I’d consider doing.
This Thursday, March 12th at 6:30, the Bethlehem Public Library is hosting a forum presented by the NYS Alliance for Public Education on the topic of the excessive use of testing in New York State. A portion of the forum will be devoted to Opt-Out and I hope that many of the questions I have will be addressed. If you have questions of your own this may be just the opportunity to get some answers.
*It also doesn’t include any evaluation of how I manage a budget, a sizable collection in multiple formats, or a facility (or two).
Last Thursday night I doubled up my workout with a really cool event co-sponsored by The Revolution and The Hot Yoga Spot. Billed as “Hot Revolution,” it was essentially a 45 minute spinning class followed by a 45 minute hot yoga class for the total bargain price of $20.
We began at 5:15 at The Rev’s Latham studio. Getting there with evening rush hour traffic was a beast of epic proportions but my friend, Will, saved me bike and I clipped in just as the class was starting. This was my first time at this spinning studio and it is really top-notch with quality equipment, audio, lights and instruction. I hadn’t been to a spinning class in at least 3 or 4 years and I was quickly reminded why that was the case…I really don’t like spinning! Obviously, this is my issue because plenty of people looked really happy to be there. The enthusiasm of the instructor got me through the class but I was pretty glad to take off my cycling shoes and dash over to Latham location of the The Hot Yoga Spot.
I hadn’t been to this studio since it was Saratoga Hot Yoga, a place to which I never felt connected. It’s really spacious and the locker room and facilities were definitely capable of handling the fairly large group who attended the class. Aaron taught a terrific class which truly straddled the abilities and experience of a diverse group of people. It was awesome.
If this combo class sounds like something you’d be interested in giving a “spin”, I suggest you “like” the Spin Revolution and The Hot Yoga Spot on Facebook or follow them on Twitter. This opportunity first came to my attention on one of those social media platforms. Also, don’t hesitate about giving a challenging workout a try. There were all sorts of body types and fitness levels present and it was pretty cool to see a variety of people united in their interest in trying something new. Try it – the trip from bike to mat is one worth taking.
With Andrea from The Hot Yoga Spot
Saturday I took advantage of the kind of deal that makes a cold January morning hot – a free 45 minute class taught by Andrea of The Hot Yoga Spot studio(s) and hosted at the new Athleta store at Crossgates Mall. This awesome community partnership will provide additional classes for each subsequent Saturday this month and I intend to make it to at least two more sessions. Maybe you should come, too!
So? How does it work? Simple. Take a look at the schedule, call the store to RSVP and show up with your mat, water and a towel. The classes are held right in the store (which is on the upper level across from Pottery Barn, next to Williams-Sonoma) before the store opens. Yesterday’s class was fairly small, but there is plenty of potential room for larger classes since most of the displays are on wheels and can easily be rolled out of the way.
Photo taken from Athleta’s Twitter feed.
The class was a perfect way to begin a busy morning, gentle enough for newbies but with enough flow to create a little heat. The store is definitely not your usual yoga space, but an effort was made to keep the lights fairly low and the lack of mirrors convinced me I was doing everything right. A bonus for sure is the opportunity to shop prior to the store’s opening to the general public. I didn’t purchase anything yesterday, but I’ve got my eye on a sweet cashmere sweater and hope to snatch it up next week. Don’t forget to ask for a Chi card. If you attend 4 classes or events this month submit your completed card and you’re entered to win a $250 outfit!
3-legged down dog
I just made my reservation for next week’s class scheduled to be taught by one of my favorite of The Hot Yoga Spot’s instructors, Aaron. Now that my spot is secure, I can comfortably hit “publish” on this post and invite you all to book a little mat time for yourselves, but, I’d appreciate it if you could leave that adorable cropped cashmere sweater for me, ok?