New York Report
Courtesy of a friend with a business meeting and a fancy airplane, I took a trip to New York City yesterday, starting with an 0530 wakeup and landing on runway 24 with winds from 310 gusting to 25 knots while a low-level wind shear advisory was in effect. Not fun and not pretty, but now I have verified that the landing gear is attached remarkably securely to the plane. The ramp in Teterboro was packed with Gulfstreams and mid-size jets and takeoffs and landings are brisk. They’re partying like it’s 2007. The drive into Manhattan took an hour, i.e., longer than the flight from Boston. Judging by the packed ramp at Teterboro and the horrible traffic through the Holland Tunnel, it seems that Wall Street is doing better than ever.
I met my friend Iris in Chelsea and we walked into a few art galleries, each one of which was presided over by a disdainful young woman typing at a computer who would barely look up as we entered. The experience at ET Modern is completely different. A freshly-filled dog water bowl out front welcomes canine guests, along with a “dog-friendly” sign on the glass door. Mahmood (sp?) greets every visitor and offers an essay designed to be helpful when looking at Edward Tufte’s sculptures. A clean public bathroom awaits those who’ve been crossing their legs at the other galleries in Chelsea. A lot of Tufte’s sculptures deserve to be seen as part of a beautiful landscape and in the ever-changing light of the outdoors, but the ET Modern gallery is a great place to get an introduction to Tufte’s sculpture and the smaller pieces can be appreciated fully here.
Three readers were kind enough to join us at the gallery and we proceeded to a local patisserie for lunch. We discussed an article from that day’s New York Times about an international comparison of 15-year-olds. Students in Shanghai were absurdly smarter than American kids. The standard American response to mediocre objective results from its K-12 schools is to say “Well, we have great universities.” One of the readers works in a company that produces a database management system, exactly the kind of systems programming challenge that computer science graduates are supposed to be good at. “We interview CS graduates from Columbia and they can’t solve the simplest interview problems, such ‘write a program to reverse a linked list'”. [in Lisp: “(reverse the-list)”] “Our company has ended up being mostly staffed by people who studied other subjects and were drawn to programming as a passion.” Note that Columbia now costs $57,000 per year (source). [Related: “What’s wrong with the standard undergraduate computer science curriculum”]
I met some cousins at the Metropolitan Museum and enjoyed “Our Future is in the Air”, photographs from 100 years ago. My favorites were of helicopters circa 1912. The big show is The World of Khubilai Khan, with some beautiful portraits done in silk tapestry. The Mongols were Buddhists and the show is heavy on Buddhist religious art that is not familiar to most Westerners (i.e., you’ll be intrigued or bored).
I had dinner with a man who considers himself a serious artist, a great composer and librettist whose works have been performed by the Chicago Symphony and orchestras throughout Europe. Also at the table was a literary novelist, whose works are best described as “like Kafka, but without the humor”; he claims to be attempting to expand the form of the novel itself, not merely aping Tolstoy. Also at the table was a Brazilian who has made her living dancing, acting, and modeling. She makes no claims for herself as an intellectual. When presented with a challenging family dynamics problem, however, the great intellectuals offered advice that ranged from incomprehensible to useless to insane. The dancer offered useful actionable advice.
We took a car ride back to the Hilton Hasbrouck Heights, where the interior design reminds you constantly that you’re in New Jersey. It has the advantage of being a three-minute ride from the Hilton to Teterboro, where we fired up this morning at 0900 and departed for Martha’s Vineyard to pick up a cancer patient (Angel Flight) and bring her back with us to Boston where she is getting treatment. Winds were gusting 25-30 knots everywhere, which made for a bumpy ride, but the plane went back into the hangar without anything bent.





