Lincoln Center

New York's temp perfect for a stroll along Broadway before my meeting at 1 CPW. The last time I was inside Lincoln was with the NYC Ballet when Stan and Silver treated us and Katie to a special evening while I in graduate school. I was at a stag party in Philadelphia (Filth-adelphia) the night before. Quite a contrast that.

Since it is Thursday cocktail hour people festive and the vibe easy. There are the usual suits and blondes but also an elderly couple - he with hat a cane, she with Hermes bag. A group of school boys joke and rough house with white shirts untucked and ties loose. Taxis race by. Cars honk. A cop looks bored and restaurants still empty. New York still has movie theatres and I pass old favorite : the Lincoln Plaza Cinema (now showing: 'Client 9: The Rise and Fall of Eliot Spi' and 'The Girl Who Kicked the Hornets' Nest'). I saw a lot of foreign films here, by myself, on Sunday afternoons. It is hard to be Serious when one is 23 no matter what one thinks of one's self at this age.

And here is Lincoln Center: A consortium of civic leaders and others led by, and under the initiative of John D. Rockefeller III, built Lincoln Center as part of the "Lincoln Square Renewal Project" during Robert Moses's program of urban renewal in the 1950s and 1960s. Seventeen blocks of ethnic tenement neighborhoods were demolished through eminent domain, forcing out 7,000 families. Respected architects were contacted to design the major buildings on the site, and over the next thirty years the previously blighted area around Lincoln Center became a new cultural hub. Rockefeller was Lincoln Center's inaugural president from 1956 and became its chairman in 1961. He is credited with raising more than half of the $184.5 million in private funds needed to build the complex, including drawing on his own funds; the Rockefeller Brothers Fund also contributed to the project.[1]Avery Fisher Hall, home of the New York Philharmonic in Lincoln Center.The David H. Koch Theater at Lincoln Center, home of the New York City Operaand New York City Ballet.The first structure to be completed and occupied as part of this renewal was the Fordham Law School of Fordham University in 1962.

Located between Columbus and Amsterdam Avenues, from West 60th to West 66th Street on the Upper West Side of Manhattan, the Lincoln Center complex was the first gathering of major cultural institutions into a centralized location in an American city. Lincoln Center cultural institutions also make use of facilities located away from the main campus. In 2004 Lincoln Center was expanded through the addition of Jazz at Lincoln Center's newly built facilities (Frederick P. Rose Hall) at the new Time Warner Center, located a few blocks to the south. In March 2006 Lincoln Center launched construction on a major redevelopment plan that will modernize, renovate, and open up the Lincoln Center campus in time for its 50th anniversary celebration in 2009. In March 2006, Lincoln Center launched the 65th Street Project—part of a major redevelopment plan continuing through 2010—to create a new pedestrian promenade designed to improve accessibility and the aesthetics of that area of the campus. Subsequent projects were added which addressed improvements to the main plazas and Columbus Avenue Grand Entrance. Under the direction of the Lincoln Center Development Project, Inc. Diller Scofidio + Renfro in association with FXFOWLE Architects and Beyer Blinder Belle Architects provided the design services.

Sources: Rockefeller Philanthropy and Wiki

The People's Palace

I fly into Heathrow and drive like mad to join Nat, Justin, Dafna and Charles and Sonnet for LCD Soundsystem and Hot Chip - Christian, you get hug props. The concert at Alexandra Palace in N22 on Muswell Hill, which I know of but never here before. There are panaramic views of London. This city sprawls man.

First opened as “The People’s Palace” in 1873, Alexandra Palace gave the Victorians a great to party. But, alas : sixteen days after it’s opening, the Palace, which had already attracted over 120,000 visitors, was destroyed by a fire in the dome. On 1st May 1875, less than 2 years after the destruction of the original building, a new Palace opened. Covering 7 acres, it was centred on the Great Hall (where we are here) home to the mighty Willis Organ which was driven by two steam engines and vast bellows. After financial problems, an Act of Parliament in 1900 created the Alexandra Palace and Park Trust. The Act required the Trustees to maintain the Palace and Park and make them “available for the free use and recreation of the public forever”. In 1935, the BBC leased the eastern part of the building from which the first public television transmissions were made in 1936. Alexandra Palace was the main transmitting centre for the BBC until 1956, when it was used exclusively for news broadcasts. Six months after the transfer of trusteeship to Haringey Council, on 10th July 1980, the Palace caught fire for the second time. An area comprising the Great Hall, Banqueting Suite, and former roller rink together with the theatre dressing rooms was completely destroyed. Only Palm Court and the area occupied by the BBC escaped damage. Development and restoration work began soon after and the Palace was re-opened on 17th March 1988. Today it continues as a Charitable Trust. (source: A P website)

LCD Soundsystem amazing - techno disco, pulsating and intelligent. The crowd young and dedicated - they know the lyrics and bounce. No standing around, beer in one hand, other in pocket. The light show zany and takes the noise to another level. A highlight occurs about the middle when a silver disco ball lowered from above and rests for about a moment, speaking to us somehow, before hit by light which refracts and dazzles across the auditorium. I buzz afterwards which turns into a mild ringing the next morning as I head back to the airport.

"Do it, do it, do it, do it, do it, do it, do it now
Say it, say it, say it, say it, say it, say it, say it now

Do it, do it, do it, do it, do it, do it, do it now
Say it, say it, say it, say it, say it, say it, say it now

Do it, do it, do it, do it, do it, do it, do it now"

--Hot Chip, 'Ready For The Floor"

Self Portrait XIX - Mean Reds

At a museum. Katie asks me since when I have become a ham ? and I do not recall. Am I? I know my father a wise-crack when he was younger, which I see more of today than before. I like this about him. I think of a b&w photo at a family Sedar in St Louis where Moe, age 11 maybe, reading and my grandmother Eve laughing; my grandfather looks on approvingly. Eve has her hand on my father's arm indicating "enough !" but her expression the opposite. I lost my humour during those NY post-college gallow years but maybe it comes back now. I am happy, at least, that my sister thinks I am amusing.

This week sees me in Paris, Munich and New York. I hope this will be the end of the travel for some spell. Madeleine blue Wednesday morning and asks me to walk her to school (which otherwise is with our au pair Aneta; Eitan to school by himself. Proudly). Unfortunately I am to the airport and Sonnet has a full day of meetings .. Madeleine tired (a "Rusty" training class keeps her up the night before) and it is raining. Bunk. Sonnet makes a quick call and takes our girl to school stopping at the Victoria for a hot chocolate. We agree : more sleep needed. I remember the same feelings from sixth or seventh grade and was fortunate that Grace always available no matter what she was otherwise doing. I hope Sonnet and I can be the same for Madeleine. As my friend Joe says : "The bigger the kid, the bigger the problem" (Joe's children 26). I don't think Madeleine's sadness a problem but I appreciate Joe's wisdom.

Holly Golightly: "You know those days when you get the mean reds?"
Paul Varjak: "The mean reds, you mean like the blues?"
Holly Golightly: "No. The blues are because you're getting fat and maybe it's been raining too long, you're just sad that's all. The mean reds are horrible. Suddenly you're afraid and you don't know what you're afraid of. Do you ever get that feeling? "
Paul Varjak: "Sure."
Holly Golightly: "Well, when I get it the only thing that does any good is to jump in a cab and go to Tiffany's. Calms me down right away. The quietness and the proud look of it; nothing very bad could happen to you there. If I could find a real-life place that'd make me feel like Tiffany's, then - then I'd buy some furniture and give the cat a name! "

Victory. Sweet Victory

Letter To The PTA and the School Head Teacher

Dear Meat Brigade:

Thank you for your time and hard effort last night.

We may have been pushed to the very edge of our administrative capabilities but thanks to good operations management (thank you Andrew), crack till collection (Terry)+ace delivery (Carl) and some massive throw down capabilities (Simon) we persevered. Another huge shout out goes to Derek's wife who pre-cooked the sausages so nobody sick despite the tremendous pressure to cut corners in the face of Overwhelming Volumes. Safety remains our top priority.

My vote, however, for Man Of The Grill goes to our very own James who, despite two broken ribs and a busted shoulder, flipped paddies like nobody's business. James captures the spirit, indeed the sheer essence, of what we humbly aspire to be : the best darn burger cookers in the SW14.

Yours in faith,
Jeff
Chief Executive Griller

Burger Flippers Unite - Eitan Wins A Game

Again I spear-head the Guy Fawkes fireworks BBQ which always turns out to be good fun and this year no exception. The forecast for "torrential rain" and "gale force winds" but instead it is a beautifully clear and chilly evening perfect for star gazing. We serve up 250 sausages and 350 char-burnt "beef burgers." Blech. James, second from the left, takes the Gold-Star since he flips with left arm in a sling following a bicycle accident that left him with a couple of broken ribs and a busted shoulder. We rake maybe £1200 for the school.

Eitan's KPR plays Spelthorne for the second time this season on Strathem's home pitch. The game deadlocked at zero with 15 minutes to go when Eitan draws a foul. He lines up for a free-kick about 20 meters from the goal and nails a perfect curving shot that "drops" into the upper left hand corner of the net - gooooaaaaalllllll! The goalkeeper frozen, nothing he can do, while the boys and sidelines silenced. Yep, that is my son. I anxiously hope KPR hold on for the victory so the boy's strike will count. As Juerin, father of Maxime, notes with a chuckle: "He should retire now." I ask Eitan what he was thinking before his kick and he tells me: "David Beckham, when he scored the goal against Greece." Recall Beckham's strike occurred with one-minute left of stoppage time and sent England into the 2002 World Cup final. It curled into the top corner of goal-box. And while, ahem, a bit less dramatic Eitan held a mental picture of what he wished to do and did it. We have taken a few drubbings this season in the higher division but today Coach happy.

Madeleine brings "Rusty" and busies herself on the sidelines keeping warm and the dog under control.

Sweep

Yes, that time of year again and the kids look at me balefully: "can't I just do my homework?" Madeleine asks. We all chip in and some several hours later the leaves bagged, pond dredged, trees pruned, cracks sealed .. how did we get to November already?

We have a late dinner with Tony and Susan who are moving to Boston earlier than expected. Tony and Susan have found a flat on the sixth floor of a seven-floor pre-war colonial in Back Bay one block from the Boston Common. I have indicated that I plan to make myself comfortable there whenever in town. Tony has been a friend and mentor from early Trailhead Capital and we share several funds together. He is a self-described "recycled entrepreneur" whose first company, Morris Decision Systems, ranked in the US top-ten for growth during the 1980s before being sold. Today he advises tech companies on strategy and development and serves as an advisor and director to a number of private and public companies including Datanomic and Diamond Wood China, a renewable energy company. He has also invested in a number of the most successful Silicon Valley funds during the golden era of venture capital.

It has been some time since we have lost an important friend to re-location. Four or five years ago many of our dearest American expats returned to the US .. 10 years into "an experimental living" seems to be the make-or-break point on becoming "native." So here we are at 14 - go figure. My dreams of the Pacific or Sierras on hold indefinitely but never say never. Moe once commented: "Not a bad place to be ship wrecked" when I once saw things this way. Now I love London's weather and the excitement of a day trip to a European city, even better if not for work. Or watching Eitan play football and cheering Manchester United or Madeleine's performance class. I am also proud of Sonnet's museum and our friends and so when someone dear departs I am reminded that most things do not last forever.

Errands And Workless

I drag Eitan around on errands - here we are at the lighting store. I am pretty certain this about the last thing he would wish to do but we keep good company anyway. To pass the driving, we hum songs and try to guess the other's choice: Eitan goes with "Purple Rain" and "When Doves Cry" until he gives up with my attempt at Coldplay and Elton John's "Benny and the Jets".

The Times reports that in some parts of Britain one in three households are made of people without jobs. In Liverpool, which tops the table for highest proportion of workless households, all adults in 32% of homes in the city are unemployed. The national average for workless households is 18%. Unemployment during the recession has climbed by 1 million and is forecast to rise again next year to 3 million. But the government has announced that it will slash welfare payments to try to reduce the deficit. People are hurting - will things hold together? Can they ?

At St. Paul's.

Me: "What do you think that giant chimney is for?"

Eitan: "Maybe it's a brewery?"

Eitan, looking at the diagram of an atom: "Dad, I know just looking at this it is something I am never going to understand."

Say, Candy and Ronnie, have you seen them yet
But they're so spaced out, B-B-B-Bennie and the Jets
Oh but they're weird and they're wonderful
Oh Bennie she's really keen
She's got electric boots a mohair suit
You know I read it in a magazine
B-B-B-Bennie and the Jets

--Bennie And The Jets, by Elton John

Saint P

The boy and I check out Colet Court, where Eitan would go for a year if were to attend St Paul's School (which celebrated its 500th anniversary last year). We do the shuffle through various departments (the school grounds on 45 acres. This is twice the size of Columbia Univ with all its undergrads and graduate programs) checking out the science lab (Eitan: "I am waiting to see if they light those bubbles on fire"), arts, computer center and library. My favorite the wood shop - man I could just lose myself here, like, today. Eitan takes it all in and shrugs it away. I don't know if Eitan (or Madeleine) will go to these schools (or if we can afford to send them there) but the level of opportunity tremendous. Certainly on par with Brown.

It is interesting to observe the attending families, who range from scruffy to extremely well groomed (since I am unshaved, I am the former). There is sizable ratio of Range Rovers in the parking area and I like to think my humble Golf keeps it real. 75,000 miles baby. The school staff love their boys and it shows at every touch point. The teachers poetic about their student's accomplishments in academics and sports or the arts. They are proud to be here. The drama department has played professional venues. Authors visit to discuss their books which are on the library shelves. Last year Prince Charles popped by. Before the Head Teacher addresses us, a sixth former performs Aaron Copeland's "The Cat And The Mouse" - it is brilliant. St Paul's a special place and no doubt exclusive - not many kids from state schools here. I have no worries for Eitan whether at St Paul's or somewhere else.

Jackson visits for an over-night. The kids take a break from a Charlie Brown DVD to eat pizza.

Madeleine: "Last year somebody brought a skunk to school. But it had a shot so it did not make any smelly farts. It was really cute with big eyes and we got to hold it."

Jackson: "Woa."

Madeleine: "Have you seen a raccoon?"

Jackson: "Not recently."

Madeleine: "Or a baby deer? In the wild."

Jackson: "I was about this far away from one" (indicates four feet)

Madeleine: "I was about this far" (indicates ten feet or the walls of the kitchen)

Jackson: "They come to our house (in Canada) and knock the doors down."

Madeleine: "If a bear attacks somebody three times, they kill it."

Jackson: "I didn't know that."

Madeleine: "The cut off its head. Then peel its fur and take out its eyeballs. Then they put it back together. It's really creepy."

Jackson: "Have you seen a moose?"

Madeleine: "No, I don't think so. Have you seen a Bald Eagle? Those are really cool."

Me: On a scale of one-to-ten, how much do I embarrass you with ten being the worst?"

Eitan: "Well, about a six. Unless you are singing or something then it is higher."

Me: "How about your mom?"

Eitan: "Three."

Me: "And your sister?"

Eitan: "She does not really embarrass me. She's just Madeleine."

Belle D'Opium

I am at Terminal 4 yesterday morning and far too early for this add. I take my blackberry photo above four women in hajib whose look suggests something between disinterest and smirk. And just where does soft-porn begin? I wonder. Eric's reply: "apparently at Gate 10."

The model BTW is Mélanie Thierry, who began as a teen model in France, then moved into acting. She scored an international crossover hit at age 18 as the love interest of ship-bound Danny Boodman T.D. Lemon 1900 in 'The Legend of 1900.' She also featured in two episodes of the BBC costume drama 'Charles II: The Power and The Passion' where she played the kings french mistress Louise de Kérouaille opposite Rufus Sewell. She made her Hollywood debut in the 2008 film Babylon A.D., as Aurora. Mélanie born in 1981. Kind of a bummer that she has a long-term boyfriend - French singer Raphael Haroche. The add suggest so much more.

I fly to Rotterdam for one meeting and spend the day there. My plans to visit the Edvard Munch collection thwarted as our schedule moved forward one hour. Everything goes well until the end when we learn that the potential investor can do €5 million or €10 less than initially indicated. While this a lot of money, it is peanuts on an €800 million fund-target and not worth the amount of effort to get here. The thing about the money business - you really learn who is hot air. It takes a couple turns but eventually I learn where to apply my time. I end my afternoon with a run along the port river and then a car ride to Amsterdam's Schipol airport and home where Sonnet waits up for me (10PM).

Dog Training

"Rusty" seems to be a clever dog who responds nicely to training, pictured. Madeleine and I at the vets where, for the next four weeks, we spend Wednesday night with three other couples also trying to bring their dog to heel (thank you Silver for your gift !). For a click and a few kibbles, "Rusty" moves into a sitting position. We lavish praise upon him. He lies down. We coo. He makes eye contact. We rub his ears and scrunch his face: well done "Rusty!" He takes a leak on the floor. Silence. The dog learns.

Walk

Prepare thyself for pictures of "Rusty." Madeleine and I take the pooch out, 7AM.

Koyaanisqatsi

There is not much surprise in yesterday's US mid-term elections which usually swing against the prevailing party: President Obama and the Democrats take a thumping including the loss of the Illinois seat once held by Senator Obama. Bunk. Yesterday saw all 435 seats in the House of Representatives and 37 of the 100 seats in the Senate contested along with 38 governorships, many state legislatures, four territorial legislatures and numerous state and local races. The Republicans take control of the House of Representatives but fall just short of winning the Senate. At least unpleasant Meg Whitman and her money do not take California - but Jerry Brown? Oy vey. I listen to the joyous screeches from America's heartland on the BBC and wonder: Another Republican shut down of the US government similar to '95? Surely nobody wants that yet how are we going to compromise on debt and tax reduction? Unlike '95, which seemed like a goof, America's 10%+ unemployed need their unemployment cheques. These buggers are armed too. Plus there is Afghanistan and Pakistan and Iran (oh my). And China's currency policy. Oh, and social security, Medicaid and climate change. Under Clinton's second term, politics returned to some middle ground (many of Gingrich's points in his "Contract With America" implemented BTW including welfare reform) and times were good. Let us hope for a similar best case but somehow I do not see Sarah and the Tea Party having a clue nor care for the country. Drill, baby, drill.

I saw Koyaanisqatsi at the Thayer Street cinema at a midnight showing my Freshman year in '85. The film presents slow motion and time-lapse stock footage of cities and natural landscapes across the United States. The visual tone poem contains no dialogue nor vocalized narration: its tone is set by the juxtaposition of images and music composed by Philip Glass. It is generally very depressing and concludes with the explosion of a rocket whose nose slowly tumbles back to earth, out of control. Says director Godfrey Reggio: "it's not for lack of love of the language that these films have no words. It's because, from my point of view, our language is in a state of vast humiliation. It no longer describes the world in which we live."

"Crazy life, life in turmoil, life out of balance, life disintegrating, a state of life that calls for another way of living."

-- Hopi definition, Koyaanisqatsi

Final Pumpkin

One more photo and Halloween a wrap. Kids back to school tomorrow following half-term break. Sonnet's monthly departmental meeting early Monday and I have to send my %^&*$ computer to Sony for repairs. Oh, and the boiler still not fixed so no heat. Rusty just took an enormous shit on the kitchen floor. But, on the bright side, the kids count their loot and the party a success. We are going to watch a family movie, Tom Hank's "Big," and we have an extra hour thanks to day-light savings. Life is good.

Hallowe'en

I arrive home and everything back to normal - pictured.

And today is Hallowe'en. Eight trick-or-treaters over to our place to raise hell. Sonnet asks me to find some scary music for the party and only one thing will do: the theme song to John Carpenter's "Halloween" in '78 which scared the bejesus out of me. Yes, this the original "slasher" movie. The film set in fictional Haddonfield, Illinois, a perfect American suburb with clean white houses and roads lined with autumnal trees. On Halloween, six-year old Michael Myers murders his older sister with a long knife. Fifteen years later, he escapes from a psychiatric hospital, returns home, and stalks teenager Laurie Strode and her friends. Michael's psychiatrist Dr. Sam Loomis suspects Michael's intentions, and follows him to Haddonfield to try to prevent this from happening. Now de rigeur in today's horrors, there are sexy teens having sex and getting their comeuppance. Unlike now, there is very little violence and heroine baby-sitter Laurie hardly helpless: trapped in a closet, Laurie stabs Michael in the eye with a wire hanger to make her escape. In today's slashers, everybody gore. Sonnet: "Are you scaring the kids?"

Eitan and Madeleine sleep-over at Aggie's and I forget Eitan's football game so we frantically dash to the pitch for the last 20 minutes of KPR's match against the Barne's Eagles (recall this the team KPR played 3X in a pre-season tournament scoring one goal and ending up with three ties. Consider that). So we are not surprised to find the game scoreless. It is raining and muddy as the boy ordered straight onto the pitch without warm-up. And worse: the Eagles score and it looks like curtains as they come close to number-two a moment later. But the lads hang on and Eitan sets up two strikes on a cross and down-field break-away. KPR wins, 3-nil.

Eitan: "I'm not having a bath."

Me: "would you rather have a bath or bugs in your hair?"

Eitan: "Is that a serious question?"

Me: "Yes."

Eitan: "Bugs."

Me: "No choice. Bath now."

Eitan: "Can I do that tomorrow?"

Me: "Are you a procrastinator?"

Eitan: "I don't know. What's that?"

Me: "It is when you do something tomorrow that can be done today."

Eitan: "Well, I'm a do-it-tomorrow kind of guy."

Me:

Eitan: "Well, actually, I do like saving things if it's a good thing."

Madeleine: "Did Auntie Katie make up the the OpEd page?"

Me: "Yes. She is the founder."

Madeleine: "Is it all around the world or just New York?"

Me: "all around the world I suppose."

Madeleine: "Whoa! That's cool."

(Madeleine examines an OpEd page greeting card of eight women)

Madeleine: "How many people do it? By the looks, lots."

260 Fifth Ave.

Katie and I outside her office building in Lower Manhattan.

Empire State

The Empire State Building, all 102 floors of her, taken from Katie's office floor. This baby stood as the world's tallest building for more than 40 years, from its completion in 1931 until construction of the World Trade Center's North Tower in 1972. In 2001, she became New York's tallest building again.

Katie and I have lunch at a nearby diner then stroll to 23rd, Fifth and Broadway so I can take a picture of the Flat Iron building, which anchors the the south (downtown) end of Madison Square. The Flat Iron one of the world's first skyscrapers and, at completion in 1902, was herself the tallest building in New York City. From there, Katie introduces me to the Eaterly Market which offers wonderful indoor food stalls, coffee, fish and cut meats, breads, olives and various candied treats. It is all hussle and bussle as Hermes and Gucci stuff their faces with stinky cheese and sour dough bread. I buy some nugget and chat with the cashier who is proud to be a part of all this; we agree, it is just like the Harrods Food Hall.

Eitan: "Joe's mum (Aisling) told us a funny story."

Me: "Yes?"

Eitan: "Aisling was at a party and her friend has a seven-year old kid. His mum asked him to serve some nibbles and he brought out the dog food. When his mum came in everybody was eating dog food."

Me:

Eitan: "They said it tasted kind of queer."

Katie's Bio

Founder and Director of The OpEd Project, Katie Orenstein has contributed to the op-ed pages of the New York Times, Washington Post and Miami Herald. Her commentaries on women, politics, popular culture, mythology and human rights have been nationally syndicated and appear in anthologies. She has lectured at Harvard and appeared on ABC TV World News, Good Morning America, MSNBC, CNN and NPR All Things Considered. A graduate of Harvard (MA) and Columbia (MA) universities, she is the author of Little Red Riding Hood Uncloaked: Sex, Morality & the Evolution of a Fairy Tale, which explores stories told about women over 500 years across multiple continents, and how they shape our lives today. It has been translated into multiple languages and is under consideration for a television series. Newsweek called it “revelatory,” The Wall Street Journal called it “beguiling,” and feminist author Naomi Wolf called it “laid back, readable brilliance.”

Orenstein has lived and worked around the world and particularly in Haiti, where she traveled as a folklore student and journalist in the 1990s, during a time of political upheaval. As a result of that experience, she has reported extensively on Haiti; organized fact-finding delegations for journalists, scholars and lawmakers; and consulted with the United Nations human rights mission. In 1996 she worked with a team of international human rights lawyers to assist victims of military and paramilitary violence in seeking justice. She investigated tortures, rapes, political assassinations and massacres; interviewed hundreds of victims, witnesses and alleged criminals; and coordinated lawyers’ and victims’ efforts to build cases against their persecutors. She has written about some of these cases and their aftermaths in Haiti and in the United States.

Orenstein has received a Peabody-Gardner Fellowship, Tinker Grant and a Cordier Essay Prize (from Columbia University), and was a finalist for the 2004 Prize for Promise, designed “to identify young women, aged 21-35,of great promise and vision who could... become world leaders in their respective fields.” She is a fellow with The Woodhull Institute for Ethical Leadership, and a fellow of the Echoing Green Foundation, which selected The OpEd Project as one of 19 of the most innovative social enterprises worldwide, out of a pool of 1500 applicants.

--The OpEd Project, 2010

Danielle

Here is Katie's fabulous Operations Director Danielle, pictured. Danielle also runs the Mentor-Editor Program, which includes 17 Pulitzer Prize recipients. In addition to her role at The OpEd Project, she is the treasurer of One Village Planet---a non-profit organization which focuses on sustainable development and agriculture in Haiti and Ghana--and is the founder and President of The One Village Planet-Women's Development Initiative---a non-profit dedicated to ensuring safe working conditions for women in the Tamale region of Ghana, West Africa--who are involved in the shea industry as both harvesters and processors---and empowering them to attain sustainable economic autonomy. Danielle received her MFA in Poetry from Hunter College, in New York City, where she also teaches creative writing and composition to undergraduates (from the Op-Ed website). She is also totally cool as only one can be in New Yawk City.

"I'm in a pickle"

--Katie (a suggestion, she notes, that applies to all women)

Cop

These friendly cops let me take their picture in Times Square. It has been a long time since the counter revolution named them "pigs." Today the NYPD the largest metro police force in the US with 37,838 uniforms and another 10,500 auxiliary police, school safety agents and traffic enforcement wardens. This compares to Scotland Yard: At February 2010, London owned 33,258 sworn officers and 2,988 Special Constables, 14,332 civilian police staff, and 4,520 non-sworn Police Community Support Officers.

In 1989, the year I arrived in NY, the city surpassed 2,000 murders before peaking at 2,245 in 1990 (today the figure 500 or at historical lows). Back then, New York a sinister, exciting, place. One considered transportation between parties or clubs or wherever with safety in mind. The subway menacing. My girlfriend refused to leave my flat unaccompanied and who can blame her? While the chance of being mugged, let alone kilt, in a city of 7 million people fractional, the daily, gory, reportage made it feel out of control. Feeble Mayor Dinkins did not help.

London, by contrast, an odd far-away fairyland with its red phone booths and bobbies who walked their beat sans fire arms. How could a similar urban city, coming through a brutal economic transformation, be so much kinder? For starters, London did not have a crack problem (heroine, yes). Londoners not armed with Saturday Night Specials or other hand guns. The social services removed a desperate edge. In 1990, London's homicide rate 184 (1990 population: 6.7 million).

New York's murder decline well documented and a combination of Mayor Giuliani's focus on petty crime, jail-sentencing and data tracking+the easement of hard drugs and the return of the city's economy reversed the 1980s. Giuliani brought back the street cop, otherwise found behind the wheel, who became friendly with the neighborhood. Graffiti disappeared and crime

dropped dramatically - today's murder rate one quarter of 1990. Police respected and no longer considered the adversary (view: Serpico, The Bad Lieutenant). I do not spot a gum wrapper on the Upper West Side.

Yes, New York City glitters. Manhattan one giant Gap or Banana Republic or Starbucks - each on every corner. Gone is the violence, the grit, the fear - replaced by diners that serve $20 goat cheese omelettes. Nobody smokes. The Yankees have a billion-dollar ballpark. Minorities and artist leave Manhattan for cheaper rent; Greenwich Village no longer gay. Too expensive. Studio 54 long-disappeared and The Palladium now a NYU dormitory. While it may be easy to reminisce of New York's creative, hard, '70s, I was there for the end of that. Nobody wants to revisit 1990.

Sources: US Census, UK Office for National Statistics, London Metropolitan Police, office, NYPD

"When you confront a problem you begin to solve it."
--Rudy Giuliani