New York is helicopter heaven

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[our own helicopter makes no noise – oh, and it carries no bombs]

Late one night early last week I posted a brief mention that the next day I would be going to a meeting about New York’s helicopter pestilence, so I owe this space at least some kind of report.
Helicopters love New York, even if New Yorkers don’t love helicopters.
On December 9 I said that my concern was “our neighborhood’s regular assault by low-flying and low-hovering helicopters.” I had been invited by my very-excellent-indeed City Council member Chris Quinn to join her legislative aide Danielle DeCerbo at what I discovered was a regular meeting of what was called the “Manhattan Helicopter Task Force.” I was surprised, and I suppose disappointed, to find that the group was not a recent creation, but was rather a bit long in the tooth. I was not surprised however to find that the problem was not limited to Chelsea, but that it plagued the entire borough and likely the whole city.
Does any of this mean that we can expect to get relief?
My short answer is no, and I should drop the discussion there. I think the situation is absolutely hopeless, although my pessimism may not be shared by everyone working on the problem. There were 30 people around a table in the office of the Manhattan Borough President, even if only some of them could be described as complainants. The rest were from offices of elected officials or were people who work in and for helicopter aviation. I believe I was the only just-plain-old-citizen present.
The longer answer to the question of relief would describe the obstacles I believe are insurmountable in today’s political and economic world. Those obstacles include the facts that New York has an unworkable noise code, that New York City long ago decided on its own that anything to do with any aircraft over its territory was entirely a federal responsibility, that ordinary tour companies are still permitted to contract for Manhattan overflights and will continue to be able to do so even when they can’t take off from Manhattan heliports, that there are dozens of commercial “news” company helicopters whose patrol area is New York, that corporate demand for the prestige and convenience which helicopters can offer in a city which refuses to deal with its increasingly crippling automobile traffic is growing and is likely to explode, that the police are more and more attracted to sexy helicopter patrols, that any helicopters or other planes operating below 2000 feet are not in “controlled airspace” [that regulated by FAA traffic controllers at area airports] and are therefore free to use their own judgment in deciding what flying height, even down to rooftop or ground level, is safe or appropriate, that only Congress can regulate altitude rules in New York City or anywhere else, and finally and most devastating, that at any one time there are between 40 and 50 helicopters in the immediate New York area whose dedicated role is “security,” making them unanswerable to any reponsible party. Those “security” craft are incidently totally unidentifiable and cannot be traced by anyone, or by any agency which is not the Department of Homeland Security in Washington.
The moderator of the meeting, Rick Muller, Environmental/Transportation Policy Analyst in C. Virginia Fields‘s office, may only have been reflecting the sentiments of most Americans when he commented sadly, in the context of statements suggesting that security trumps all, “Post 9/11 it’s a diffferent world.” But what he is really describing is the death of representative government, since agencies not responsible to either the electing or the elected can initiate or veto every action the nation takes, at any level of government and regardless of scale. In the end we will be neither free nor secure. It is up to a free people to decide how much and what kind of security it will contract for; the final decision cannot be left to the salesman, even if he’s wearing a uniform.
If 40 or 50 helicopters is what gives us security, an insurgency in Iraq should not be possible today.

FOOTNOTE: Since September 11 there is one U.S. city not burdened in the least by low-flying aircraft, other than those assigned to “security,” and that city is Washington, D.C. “Washington is [now always, totally] shut down,” announced the FAA representative at the meeting in the Municipal Building on Tuesday. He added that New York airspace is also totally shut down whenever the President is here.

[the helicopter was found at Wallspace, in “The Holiday Shopping Show II,” where there are more, as well as many other wonderful inexpensive artist works: Koji Shimizu, Fluffy Green 2003, satin with polyester stuffing, ed. 7/10]

Hussein is as good as dead already

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Shaking Hands: Iraqi President Saddam Hussein greets Donald Rumsfeld, then special envoy of President Ronald Reagan, in Baghdad on December 20, 1983 [in the midst of the war begun in 1980, when Iraq attacked Iran]. (video clip still)

Hussein now as good as dead? If we think about it for a second, we can see that’s not a good thing for “freedom.” [since Bush, we have to put the word in quotation marks]
First, let’s see, what do we know for sure about the Iraqi dictator’s sudden reappearance?
There seems little reason to doubt that Saddam Hussein is in Iraq and currently in the custody of its American owners. Everything else being reported should be subject to the most intense scrutiny.
What we do know, those of us who have kept abreast of the story from the beginning, is that it isn’t in the interest of anyone in power in the U.S., Britain, or just about any other nation, and not excluding the paper governing committee we have installed in Iraq, to see him actually put on trial. Any legitimate, fair trial would permit Hussein to speak in his defense. Every one of his current enemies has been compromised by contacts, agreements, support and conspiracies which stretch back 30 years, many continuing even until only months before the hostilities which began in March.
From Bloggy, writing about our own government’s relationship to the man we now describe as a monster:

Are they going to allow his defense to bring up things like the fact we provided satellite intelligence to him when he was gassing Iranians and others during the Iraq/Iraq war, or that Rumsfeld was happy to meet with him during that time? I doubt it.

There will of course be no fair trial. There may in fact be no trial at all.
At least one blogger has suggested that there’s a possibility that the former dictator has actually been in U.S. custody for some time. Then why weren’t we told about it?
Easy. Early reports describe the captured Hussein as appearing bewildered, disoriented, perhaps in some kind of stupor, even “broken.” The circumstances of his discovery and arrest were anything but public. It all happened under cover of darkness, and the 600 troops which were part of the task force did not know the nature of the operation. Could the events of Saturday night have been an invention? But to what end?
I’m sure many hypotheses might be advanced, but my own should appeal to more than just those who revel in conspiracy theories. I think Saddam Hussein may have been captured some time ago, and the reason we are only hearing about it now, the reason it is being described as if it had just happened is that his captors first needed some time with him in private. I think there’s a good chance he’s now been “modified.”
Ok, too fantastic? Perhaps, especially since the same purpose would be served if Hussein didn’t get to testify in the first place. Any number of people could be found to see that he was murdered first, but maybe it would be neater if he managed to die of some unfortunate medical condition. No matter how the arrangements are handled, we’re never going to hear what he has to say.
So in fact his life is already over. Only the details have to be worked out.
How did we get to the point where we could imagine the very worst in the conduct of our own goverment? In fact I think we now can actually expect the very worst.
And I think this means it’s all over.

[image and caption from George Washington University, The National Security Archive]

an eye for the lesbians

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Collier Schorr, Jens im Weizen (Topless) 2000
c-print 55 x 37 inches

We went to a benefit for the New Festival two nights ago. It was essentially a silent auction of nearly a hundred items related, directly or remotely, to lesbian, gay, bisexual and transgendered film.
A few items, paintings and photographs, would have been standouts even in a benefit specifically oriented to the visual arts. They were of extrordinary quality.
In the midst of the minor chaos of the competition, Barry and I quicky zeroed-in on two items. I think we were successful with both because our interest in those pieces was not shared by other males in the room, and the lesbians present may have been too impecunious, in spite of the great personal style of a number of the women there.
One prize was a new history tome titled, “Entertaining Lesbians,” by Martha Gever accompanied by a unique, hand-assembled photo album memorializing a pioneer female Hollywood director, Dorothy Arzner. The other catch was a wonderful example of the confounding art of Collier Schorr, whose photographs usually portray young males in a way which discomforts even those who would normally be attracted to them. This image was different. The small color print portrayed two affectionate young lesbians who could easily be mistaken for boys. In fact one member of the Festival staff insisted that they were male. Even after he was shown the title of the image I think he still had his doubts. The title? Karin & Michelle, Bismark Kassern 1998-2000
Arzner was a lesbian, a very successful director and later a film academic whose students incuded Francis Ford Coppola. Schorr is something like a gay man in a woman’s body. Although I have a curious, remote connection with Arzner through a visit I made to Coppola’s Rome apartment in 1961, neither B nor I is yet acquainted with her films. That’s obviously going to be remedied soon, thanks to NETFLIX.* We’ve both admired Schorr for years, even before the wonderful show of her own “stuff” (not her work) which she curated at Apex.
Our thanks to the New Festival and everyone who went home happy that night.

* [later the same day] Oops. I placed too much confidence in our suppliers – or their suppliers. Barry just checked, and found that none of her films are available on DVD, although some are available on tape.

[image from 303 Gallery]

get the hueys out of my airspace!

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Zowie! It’s 12:30 already! Gotta get to bed early, since tomorrow morning at dawn [10 am in C. Virginia Fields’s office downtown] I have to talk about our neighborhood’s regular assault by low-flying and low-hovering helicopters.
Is it Donald Trump, network news, traffic reports for the burgs and the burbs, or spyships?
More about it here tomorrow, especially if the meeting turns out either productive or disastrous.

[image from windycreek.com]

now almost 16 years, but we’re tired of counting

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the first ACT UP demonstration, March 24, 1987

“Fight Back, Fight AIDS: 15 Years of ACT UP”, the documentary by James Wentzy which first shown last November in New York at MIX 2002 and at the Berlin International Film Festival in February, will be screened this Monday at Two Boots Pioneer Theater in the East Village.
Over a year ago I wrote that Wentzy was [South] Dakota’s [more ethical] answer to Leni Riefenstahl, adding later, in November 2002:

The ACT UP documentary was beautiful, but for all the evidence of the success of the activism it records, the reminders of how little has changed in the world in fifteen years is a horrible concomitance. Bush, war in the middle east, health care, drug company profiteering, oil, greed and stupidity. There were also the images of so many activists whose lives were destroyed at the height of their beauty and their powers. I would not have missed this screening for anything, but it was a melancholy, if not terrifying, experience, and one which an intelligent and generous world could have prevented.

Oh, just go next Monday. The time is right. Even Berlin thought it was important, the NYTimes still thinks ACT UP-style and substance is important, as is suggested by Jesse Green’s Sunday magazine piece yesterday, the Ford Foundation is now throwing big money into a very important ACT UP oral history project, and a viewing now should be a good spark for the activism we all should be planning for a face-off with the Republican convention in New York next summer. It’s important.
All ticket sales benefit ACT UP/New York.
Details:

Monday, December 15th, at 7 pm
Two Boots Pioneer Theater
155 East 3rd Street at Ave. A
Manhattan

[image from ACT UP/New York’s “Actions” file, where you can view other documentation]

culture storming

We had every intention of making it three days in a row, but we stayed inside out of the storm today. Our unusual homebody status was established mostly through reports that the streets linking the artists of the weekend’s Long Island City “Open Studios” event were unplowed, but we had some catching-up to do around our imaginary hearth, so we may only have been looking for a convenient excuse.
On Friday we trekked to Brooklyn for a performance at BAM of John Adams’s “The Death of Klinghoffer”. No machine guns or bombs, thank goodness [the metal detectors we’re all now taking for granted surely must have saved the evening – may the devil not take this new America!], but there was still a lot of snow and wind.
Something was missing from this performance, but I have no idea what it was. I’ve now seen “Klinghoffer” three times. We have the beautiful CD and it never collects any dust on the shelf. For the first time, I was not moved upon hearing the music and Alice Goodman’s sensitive libretto. Much of the time the evening seemed to crawl. Maybe the busy Mark Morris choreography I found so annoying in its New York premier over ten years ago, missing last night, made all the difference, but the Ridge Theater Company‘s minimal staging of the current production was certainly very beautiful.
For a real review, see Felix Salmon.
We ducked across the street in the swirl of a real nor’easter, into the warmth of Thomas Beisl, a very comfortable and very real Viennese restaurant/conditorei (ok, bistro). I ordered the esoteric Sulze appetizer , but the beautiful Hungarian waitress didn’t bat an eye. We could have been at Freud’s own Stammtisch. I sat facing a window which framed a view of the magnificent storm. The driving snow, dramatically lighted by street lamps, only partially obscured Vic Muniz’s fanciful gingerbread house image painted on the canvas still covering the scaffolding on the facade of the Opera House. Wow.
On Saturday we bundled-up again and tramped around west Chelsea mostly visiting those galleries which had shows we knew were about to close. The storm continued all day, and eventually into the night. There were a few other souls about, but we shocked the galleristas in several spaces when we walked through their doors, and the only place we found the kind of crowd we’d normally expect on a weekend was LFL Gallery, where the collaborative PFFR was about to break camp. Lots of fun for the entire family there. We bought some more souvenirs, a video and a CD, having grabbed a small drawing on an earlier raid.
For more on our Saturday afternoon adventures, see Bloggy.
That evening, after a brief stop home for a cappucino and half of a cinnamon pastry each, we headed back into the wind and snow on a return to “Breukelyn,” this time to the granite-block streets under the Manhattan Bridge, for a benefit for the D.U.M.B.O. Arts Center Winter Auction.
We were delighted to be able to bring home two great pieces, a small painting by Johathan Podwil and a large drawing by Fritz Chesnut.
We had been afraid that the place might be mostly empty, because of the storm, but were [almost selflessly] delighted to see we had the decent bidding competition of a very good size crowd. Obviously we weren’t the only fanatics not easily discouraged by the elements. Less than is sometimes the case at these events, there was no heavy anxiety and no trampling of competing bidders, just good food and wine, and lots of laughter and smiles. Folks at the party, guests, artists and patrons, were all in a festive mood. Some of that must have been the snow, the rest the great vibe of this very interesting, and “developing” neighborhood of artists and . . . others.

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Jonathan Podwil, Huey, 2000
oil on paper, 5 1/8″ x 10″

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Fritz Chesnut, Total Request Live/J. Lo #1, 2001
graphite on paper, 24″ x 18″

UPDATE December 11: For a full c.v., and more still and video images of Jonathan Podwil, see his own site.

Republicans simply make delicious targets in this town

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Hieronymus Bosch, Ship of Fools

I still think I was right. There is nothing more damning than the facts, but the NYTimes editorial department must have had fun with this one, and their product shows it.
I wouldn’t want anyone to miss its bravura, so here it is in its entirety.

Bobbing Aloof From the Apple
New York’s landlubbers find it more ludicrous than insulting that Tom DeLay, the majority leader of the House of Representatives, may offer to house hundreds of solons, fat-cat donors and lobbyists in a luxury cruise ship off the Manhattan shore during next summer’s Republican National Convention. If he prevails over growing G.O.P. embarrassment at such a floating symbol of gated plutocracy, we urge Mr. DeLay to forgo any “Master and Commander” regalia he may have in mind. Instead, the flinty Texan should borrow Nathan Detroit’s double-breasted pinstripes to come ashore from the newest established permanent floating avoidance game in New York.
At the rate he is going, Mr. DeLay will steal the show from President Bush — in ways the Republicans may regret. His plan to have a children’s charity help underwrite the expenses for convention galas and provide a tax-free spot for major donors to deposit their cash is controversial enough. But having some of the G.O.P.’s best and richest walk a gangplank to and from the city each day has just the hint of xenophobia that already finds Democrats dancing in the streets. The Republicans made much of their decision to hold the convention in Democrat-heavy New York, in no small part as a gesture toward the city’s perseverance after 9/11. Mayor Michael Bloomberg welcomed the custom for the city’s hotels, restaurants and nightspots. But Mr. DeLay’s former chief of staff has been lobbying for the mass embarkation to the Norwegian Dawn, a 15-deck, 14-bar, 10-restaurant ship offering ultrapriced rooms and what Mr. DeLay’s office deems “good security” for up to 2,200 passengers.
What is the normally bold Texan afraid of? The ghosts of squeegee beggars? Pedestrian Democrats? There are scores of thousands of fine hotel rooms available for a closer sense of the city. We urge Gov. George Pataki and Mayor Bloomberg to show some hometown clout in demanding that conventioneers be firmly housed. True, both parties can’t help reaching for touches of skybox Babbittry for their conventions. But going offshore is going too far in New York.

[image via Brad McCormick]