Showing posts with label New York. Show all posts
Showing posts with label New York. Show all posts

Wednesday, January 14, 2015

THYME Magazine: When the World Came to NY

Citizen Journalism with a Better Flavor

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Volume XI, Issue II

When the World Came to Flushing

In the Summer of my Thirteenth year, our family braved the perils of the New Jersey Turnpike and Megopolis traffic to visit the New York World's Fair. The fair was a breathtaking assemblage of fanciful architectural creations... IBM housed its exhibit in a Brobdingnagian egg, Travelers' Insurance had an enormous red umbrella and in a bit of unbridled kitsch, a tire manufacturer presented an enormous tire-shaped ferris wheel! The "Big Three" United States auto manufacturers all had sprawling exhibits, the most noteable being the General Motors Futurama.

Futurama was an updated version of a similar General Motors exhibit presented at the 1939 New York World's Fair which was held at the same site. In the final years of the Great Depression, Americans came to the fair and saw modern innovations such as washing machines and refrigerators. Within a few years a terrible World War would consume the energies of American resource, but at its end, the promise of innovation returned. Upon the avenues of the 1939 fair, an even more amazing and ambitious vision for the future was painted. In General Electric's pavilion, Disney robots in chorus sang of a "Great Big Beautiful Tomorrow... shining at the end of every day."

Somehow technology would propel us to a new Utopia. Forgotten for the moment was the new specter of nuclear annihilation. Like the White City on the shores of Lake Michigan so long ago, the wondrous shapes promised a pattern for rebuilding the world of the Twentieth Century. The gleaming aspirations of the free world appeared to offer a clear choice over the dark and oppressive Socialist 'Utopias' and their bread lines. Africa was casting itself free of its colonial rule and beautifully garbed delegates assembled in gleaming new legislative halls to ratify Constitutions that were often based on ours. Some of those nations proudly appeared at the fair.

As a youth, I was inspired. Returning home after the fair, I proceeded to create reams of drawings of fanciful creations of my own. Indeed, this experience propelled me into the world of Architectural Art. But as the world failed to recreate itself, indeed falling into the same depravity of generations past, I wondered where the hopeful vision had disappeared to. We had not overcome human aggression, but held the worst manifestations of it at bay with a policy of mutually assured destruction. Somehow I never forgot the tense moments of the Cuban Missile Crisis, where that or our missiles in Turkey might have triggered the unthinkable.

To be sure, the fair had offered glimpses of more than technology as saviour, I remember the sublime lines of Michelangelo's Pieta, as seen in the Vatican Pavilion. This timeless and beautiful work spoke of things unseen... even to a lad of thirteen! Billy Graham, who had led a young and restless Louis Zamperini to faith in Christ, built a pavilion at the fair where he offered the same hope to all who would listen. At the time, the promise and wonder of technology seemed to drown out the "still small voice" -- [1 Kings 19:11-13] that would come to guide my later life.

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The fair as seen in an aerial view of Flushing Meadow Park.

Books to Inspire Young Hearts II

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Louis Zamperini tells the 'untold' part of his story.

Captured by Grace [click to view]

Louis Zamperini, an Olympic runner turned bombardier, survived a plane crash and prisoner of war camps during WWII. He returned a hero, but his greatest battle was yet to come.

Monday, September 9, 2013

THYME Magazine Special Edition

Citizen Journalism with a Better Flavor

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Volume VI, Issue XIII

A 'Best of THYMEs' Feature... 

Where Were You (When The World Stopped Turning)
Alan Jackson

Where were you when the world stopped turning on that September day?
Were you in the yard with your wife and children
Or working on some stage in L.A.?
Did you stand there in shock at the sight of that black smoke
Risin' against that blue sky?
Did you shout out in anger, in fear for your neighbor
Or did you just sit down and cry?

Did you weep for the children who lost their dear loved ones
And pray for the ones who don't know?
Did you rejoice for the people who walked from the rubble
And sob for the ones left below?
Did you burst out in pride for the red, white and blue
And the heroes who died just doin' what they do?
Did you look up to heaven for some kind of answer
And look at yourself and what really matters?

I'm just a singer of simple songs
I'm not a real political man
I watch CNN but I'm not sure I can tell
you the difference in Iraq and Iran
But I know Jesus and I talk to God
And I remember this from when I was young
Faith, hope and love are some good things He gave us
And the greatest is love

Where were you when the world stopped turning on that September day?
Were you teaching a class full of innocent children
Or driving down some cold interstate?
Did you feel guilty 'cause you're a survivor
In a crowded room did you feel alone?
Did you call up your mother and tell her you loved her?
Did you dust off that Bible at home?

Did you open your eyes, hope it never happened
Close your eyes and not go to sleep?
Did you notice the sunset the first time in ages
Or speak to some stranger on the street?
Did you lay down at night and think of tomorrow
Or go out and buy you a gun?
Did you turn off that violent old movie you're watchin'
And turn on "I Love Lucy" reruns?

Did you go to a church and hold hands with some strangers
Did you stand in line and give your own blood?
Did you just stay home and cling tight to your family
Thank God you had somebody to love?

I'm just a singer of simple songs
I'm not a real political man
I watch CNN but I'm not sure I can tell
you the difference in Iraq and Iran
But I know Jesus and I talk to God
And I remember this from when I was young
Faith, hope and love are some good things He gave us
And the greatest is love

Where were you when the world stopped turning that September day?



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Lower Manhattan, New York, New York. Photo by Detective Greg Smedinger
 
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Arlington, Virginia.
 
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Shanksville, Pennsylvania.

Sunday, September 11, 2011

Giving the Victims of 09/11 a Voice

One Man's Unique Vision to Never Forget

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Xaver Wilhelmy created a unique glass organ pipe design and a plan to remember the victims of 09/11.

This is a Milestone Monday feature.

I first met Xaver Wilhelmy in 2003 and a few days after our introduction we were standing overlooking the massive hole at Ground Zero. I had been asked to illustrate his proposal for the memorial competition.

The vision that he unfolded that day was inspiring. He wanted to create a massive organ who's 3000 some pipes would give a voice to each person who was murdered in the attacks on the United States. Xaver is a master craftsman who has made organ pipes out of every material imaginable. The instrument he envisioned would have the usual metal and wood pipes... but in addition there would be the wonderful glass pipes! They would rise around the room to capture light coming in through the windows. I could give myself goose bumps imagining something like Copland's Fanfare for the Common Man ringing through that wonderful room.

Xaver actually created a portion of the work... a series of glass pipes depicting the American flag. He showed them at two conventions of the American Guild of Organists. Alas, his inspired piece was overlooked in the 5000 some entries in the memorial competition. Still, it begs one to reconsider the non-memorial memorials so in vogue right now. Rather than reduce the victims to some monolithic repeated design, why NOT celebrate the unique character and voice of each life that was destroyed that day.

Phil's Video [click to watch] reminded me of Xaver's vision. Seeing the faces of the NYPD members who died that day prompted me to think again about the voices that were silenced that day... Fathers, Husbands, Brothers, Sisters, Friends and Colleagues. May we do the right thing and never forget them.

Read Xaver's Vision [click to read] in his own words.
ht/Laney, who reminded me of this post.

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Xaver Wilhelmy's beautiful glass organ pipes form an American flag.

Saturday, December 25, 2010

'The Journey' in the News in CJ in the News

'Everyday Life in Modern Day Coruscant' Mentioned

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Driving along the Pulaski Skyway.

City Journal [click to read] is a publication of the Manhattan Institute. I find a lot of information and inspiration in their articles. The Journey is Mentioned in 'CJ in the News' [click to read] as I make reference to Guy Sormon's article on Asian megacities.

Here are some photos I took the last time I was in New York.

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Manhattan Skyline from Upper West Side.

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Boats on the Hudson.

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Water Tower, Upper West Side.

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Lincoln Center Plaza.

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Upper West Side building.

Thursday, November 5, 2009

Doug Hoffman and Ted Lawson

An interesting Comparison

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B-25 Mitchell taking off with Doolittle's Raiders.

Fishersville Mike Made This Observation [click to read] about NY 23.

"I'd like to think of his [Hoffman's] campaign as Jimmy Doolittle's raid early in World War II. It was a heroic undertaking to show Japan we were coming and we were going to kick their butts. Democrats take note."

I like the analogy. I remember reading Ted Lawson's book about the raid as a boy. Lawson was the pilot of "The Ruptured Duck" and the B-25 he flew featured nose art of Disney's Donald and crossed crutches. Lawson had come in at the wrong angle in a training flight and scraped the tail of the aircraft, hence the name. New York Republicans may be able to identify with this type of thing.

The plan was to fly over Japan, drop the bombs and land in China. It was a risky plan with no margin built in and Lawson had to ditch his craft. He lost his leg as a result of his injuries.

It is a great story and a great analogy.

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Ted W. Lawson, Crew 7, "The Ruptured Duck."

Thursday, September 10, 2009

We Will Not Forget...

...We Will Always Remember


Here is a Tribute Everyone Should See [click to view] ht/Lynn

"For a brief period after 9/11 the NY Times suspended wielding its pen as a partisan left-wing dagger and did some excellent reporting and should be applauded for that. The “life sketches” done in the days and months after 9/11 offer a unique and inspiring look into what these towers really were: a great combination of individuals, in liberty, working and struggling and fulfilling their hearts’ desires. The lives of the victims are clearly described and collectively tell the much greater story of America." -- Looking at the Left

Wednesday, April 29, 2009

Show over Substance

The President's Plane is Dissing

Here is Some Interesting Commentary [click to read] from SWAC Girl and Yankee Phil on the "Photo Op" with the President's plane that looked like a possible terrorist attack... ...or "man-caused disaster" if you MUST call it that.

Yankee Phillip: I was an NYPD Cop [click to read].

Listen to the Alan Jackson song. I can't make it through the song without shedding some tears.

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The Cross found at Ground Zero. Photo by Samuel Li. CC

Michelle Malkin Has These Thoughts [click to read].

The Cost to Taxpayers: $328,835.00 [click to read]. ht/SWAC Girl