Last week was such insanity from Tuesday to Thursday, with every night dominated by the NY literati and bloggerati in one form or another, that I plumb tuckered out without blogging any of it except PresenTense's Thursday night exhibition, PresenText, at the Bronfman Center (photos of which are available on Facebook in many locations).
The blogger reception at the 92nd Street Y was on my calendar for what seemed like months, and I was excited to finally attend an event which was itself a nod that my blogging endeavors--and those of my fellow J- and non-J-but-interested bloggers--were of rising importance and visibility. The excuse was a lecture/conversation between neighbors Patty Marx and Adam Gopnik, and invoked three of the seemingly most holy words in NY hipster culture: :The New Yorker. (Gopnik and Marx both write for the New Yorker, and were promoting new books--Gopnik's a collection of essays and Marx's a novel about a late-night comedy writer, which she used to be.) Gopnik's piece on the rodential infestation of his building was hilarious and unfortunately all too relatable from plague-besotted New Yorkers, and Marx's fictional humor piece, which featured a woman giving a museum-style tour of her ex's apartment, provoked much audience laughter.
The blogorganizer-general was Andrew Krucoff, who famously had the first Jewlicious bar mitzvah on record and defected from Gawker for a glamorous life in Jewish non-profit life without speaking with me first. Others in attendance included Lilit (also of SavetheAssistants), Judith (KesherTalk), the JDub guys, Isaac Galena, EV, Rebecca from Six Points, and the omnipresent Steven I. Weiss.
Then Wednesday came along, with a reception at the Jewish Museum in honor of Scott Shay, Chairman of the Board of Signature Bank and author of the newly reprinted Getting Our Groove Back: How to Energize American Jewry. This drew a slightly different set (the only overlap seeming to be Rebecca from Six Points), with JTA writers, Jewish community leaders and bigwigs whose names I knew but whom I had never met in person. The reception was lovely, and I'm making my way through the book, which so far is depressing me with every Jew's favorite subject: the shrinking demographics of Jews in America. But, judging the book by its title and its impressive endorsements by Jewish names like Michael Steinhardt and Lynn Schusterman, I'm hopeful for some provocative ideas and suggestions as I proceed through the book.
Then, Thursday brought PresenText. And on Friday, I collapsed. But it's all in the service of the Jewish people. To whom I will be sending my rent bill.
Wishing everyone a good, so-called-social life this week.