PS1

.I went to the amazing PS1 in Queens on Saturday. It is an arm of the Museum of Modern Art (MoMA) - I'm yet to have a look at their renovated digs in Midtown - I hear 'incredible'.

Anyway back to PS1. They hold parties there each Saturday over the summer from 3pm until 9pm (my kind of time frame for a summer party). It's a gallery come museum/art installation/performance space and is housed in an aged school building; Primary School #1 in Long Island City. It is filled with caged cast-iron stair cases, long stone corridors, big whitewash classrooms and stainless steel kiddie bubblers. They even filmed the movie Fame there. It's a really cool place.

I went along with my new mate Joanna (a gorgeous South African/American I know through my Melbourne friend Talya) and her friends: Ted (from New Orleans but now living in NYC) and Alicia (a lovely American doctor). We ambled around Williamsburg in Brooklyn in the early afternoon, eating famous falafels and boozing it up in converted lofts, then headed down to PS1 after the storms subsided (it has been raining like cats and dogs here - going from sticky and unbearable 38+ degrees Celsius heat waves to torrential rain and violent thunder storms - I was caught last Tuesday in Central Park after seeing the New York Philharmonic; soaked to every inch of my person like I've never been soaked before). Anyhow, I digress.

PS1 was fantastic fun. I danced my body to near boiling point (the DJs were pumping out excellent tunes) then ambled around the air conditioned gallery spaces to recuperate. The modern art is pretty lively - lots to like, lots of weird, lots of neon post-modern pop-culture 'responses', lots of simple streaks and shades, and so on and so forth... I especially liked one work: chunky streaks of bright pastel green, pink and blue paint on a medieval water wheel from a monastery in Spain. The photography and glass sculpture sections were my favourites. Then some more dancing and general exploring and then it was time to leave. Crap! I must go back on a sunnier day. I just love how they are using this living breathing historical space.

They even have an ice-box/cooling room near the entrance should you get too hot. In this room is laid wall-to-wall, huge metre long cubes of ice for punters to relieve their aching and steamy bodies.

What a fun day, well weekend. Between PS1 and other escapades to rooftops parties and karaoke bars it was a pretty rowdy weekend. Home on Sunday to NJ for some family times and homework. There's lots more pics on the Flickr site so check it out, www.flickr.com/photos/timstitz.

On the way home from the city after PS1 and drinks.
3am on the Lower East Side.

Update from New York - settled in

So, I'm settled in. I'm also at the start of my third week of classes here in New York. I can't believe how quickly it's all passing by. I'm already painfully aware that I won't have time to do all I want to do and see all I want to see. I'm going to try my very best though! Little sleep for me.

The latest news is that I'm now closer to Manhattan. My lovely family in "outer" New Jersey (KT, MG & Willy) hosted me for the first couple of weeks but the big two-hour door-to-door commute each way began to be a bit boring so I decided to move in closer. I looked at a few places in Manhattan, Brooklyn, Queens, Hoboken and Jersey City (the later two are in New Jersey just across the Hudson River from the City). The Manhattan ones were very expensive (over $US1000 per month) and not quite as big/homey as the ones I saw in Jersey. I did inspect a room in a plush apartment on the Upper East Side that is owned and inhabited by the former US manager of The Beatles. He was a lovely guy and showed me his wall of platinum records, awards, photos and memorabilia from the golden days. Apparently John and Paul (yes, them) stayed there once and the body corporate complained that two illegal lodgers were staying in his apartment; ha! The apartment was like a rock museum with amazing views across the East River. It also contained a couple of cats. Thus, not really inhabitable for the likes of me and my very feline allergy disposition. They were cute cats but I would have been sneezing and red-faced for my whole time in New York (that, and the place smelt like Whiskers cat food, piss and litter trays). A few people have berated me for not taking a room in such a landmark, rock-god penthouse apartment, saying that the allergic reactions would have been a small price to pay to live in such a historical and auspicious place. I don't care. I found a better place.

Luckily, I happened on a perfect house on 7th Avenue in Jersey City. It's only a few minutes walk to the subway and I'm at school in under half an hour - that's just as good if not better than if I were in Brooklyn or Queens. I'm looking after a guys room while he spends his summer travelling around Italy (he works in TV in the City and used to work on Sesame Street). I'm living with two lovely girls who are both in the arts and it's all pretty sweet. The neighbourhood is decidedly quieter than the City but is still so close. It's a real up and coming neighbourhood and will be real estate gold in no time as the snotty New Yorkers get over the fact that it's in New Jersey. For some reason, the fact that it's a whole other state is a reason to berate all things NJ - "tunnel and bridge folk" they call us. The photo to the right is my street which is shady and full of beautiful railroaded brown stone homes - it even feels a bit like Sesame Street.

Our house (see left) is not quite a brown stone, but it's a quaint 60s/70s 'franco cotzo' style joint with lots of living space. There's a general/liquor store on the closest corner, the police station is three doors down (so it should be pretty safe), there's a nice cafe run by a robust Cuban woman on the other corner, and we have a big garish mall and the subway just five minutes walk from here. All in all it's excellent. I feel very much at home here.

School is also progressing like wild fire. I've already rehearsed and performed a scene with my delightful Canadian mate Briana. We were stretched, worked, questioned and challenged in the process. Luckily it's a very supportive place and none of my teachers are petty or mean or into elaborate mind games where they are trying to 'break you down' and 'mould' you into their version of a marvelous actor. Each of my classes is stimulating and I'm learning lots while also consolidating skills. My teachers are all such hilarious and inspiring individuals with each of their own quirks and New York-isms. My acting technique teachers are both in their very senior years and performed with some of the greats at the Actor's Studio back in the day (and are still members). The jazz ballet classes have been particularly challenging during the recent New York heat wave (well, that's my excuse). Today's class was very very sweaty in the oppressive 90+ degree heat and high >80% humidity. All in all, school is fantastic and just what the acting doctor ordered. I will write more about the specific wonders of each of my classes in the coming weeks - I'm still getting my own head around them. It's all a "journey towards you" or so we've been told... I still have to pinch myself each morning as I walk up Broadway on my way to school. I can't believe I'm here. So so cool.

In other exciting news, I spent my first full blown weekend in the City strolling around the East Village, shopping and geeking out in the massive Apple store in SoHo, watching a musical/dance show in Central Park (Rufus Wainwright wrote the music which was sublime), going to the 'Sirens' Music Festival (a huge line up of up and coming indie bands) at the sideshow bizarre and eerie Coney Island, hanging out with my new buddies across the City, catching up with Aussies in the balmy night times (my friend Sophie and later my mate Frog and the troupe from chunky Move) , and generally exploring my new surrounds in Jersey. I'm just so pumped to be here.

The 'Wonder Wheel' at Coney Island, est. 1920
(the cars/cages on the inside ring move around on a track - ingenious)

The chemist just down the road from my house - I love signs

Photos to look at

I've just put some photos into a Flickr gallery online. So go have a look while I sort out what I'm going to write in this blog. Yikes! Lots more musings to come - things are happening too quickly for me to write it all down...
www.flickr.com/photos/timstitz/

S'Mores in Vermont

So on my first weekend in the US I was treated to huge family party on Bromley Mountain in Vermont. It was the fiftieth wedding anniversary of my uncle Mike's parents, Bill and Ruth Gilmartin. What ensued was the amassing of their very large family - seven siblings and their own families - 25 in all. Needless to say there was much celebrating; food, wine, Cuban cigars and "S'Mores". The "S'More" was the culinary element I had the least experience in. I was eager to learn. What follows is a photo essay on the fine art of "S'More" making, which I'm told is usually done around a campfire, but since the Weber grill was constantly in use (we cooked up a huge quality of fresh Atlantic fish), the fiery embers sufficed.

This is the official recipe from the master chef, Beth: "The classic thing to do with Hershey's milk chocolate is to make S'Mores, the campfire favorite where you take a square of Graham cracker, top it with a square of the chocolate, then a toasted marshmallow, topped by another Graham cracker." This is how it's done:

Toast your marshie on a skewer over hot coals. Once it's golden brown, soft and gooey, place said marshmallow on a sweet 'Graham' cracker. Now place atop the marshie a thin or thick piece of chocolate (to be truly American it should be Hershey's). Then complete the biscuit sandwich with another Graham cracker and you are ready to tuck in. The choco should melt partially and it should all be mouth-watering and gooey. Yum!

Mm mm mmm...

Stitzy's Goodbye Trivia Musical Bonanza

Here are some photos from the recent fundraising trivia night at Retro Upstairs. I was completely overwhelmned by everyone's support. It was a fantastic night and by all accounts people had fun. I went straight to the bank the next day and purchased a cheque to pay off my tuition fees for Circle in the Square Theater School.

I am here now in New York thanks to all of you. That's cool.

The illustrious 'Box of Truth' Round; Julia is 'True' and Tim is 'False'

The Winning Table

Simon, Gillian and Tim (Brother, Mother and Lipstick salesman)

Up, up and away!

So here I am in the somewhat sticky Big Apple. I started classes yesterday and today have a holiday for the Fourth of July. One day of classes, then a holiday. Perfect. We're watching the fireworks via satellite from New York in my aunt Karen and her husband Mike's lovely leafy suburban home in the heart of New Jersey - I've also been swimming in their very Tony Soprano like backyard pool.

Stay tuned for pictures from the Farewell Trivia Musical Bonanza Evening at Retro and a photo essay on the delights of a wonderful American invention, "S'Mores".