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N: NYC Marathon & Not Up to Dick

A to Z Challenge: My theme this year is NYC before and during the COVID-19 pandemic.

NEW YORK CITY MARATHON: On the first Sunday each November, over 50,000 runners take to the streets of NYC’s five boroughs in hopes of completing the 26.2-mile race. In 2019, participants from over 142 countries competed and since the inaugural race in 1970, 1.2 million people have crossed the finish line. In 1970, the entry fee was $1; in 2018, it cost $295 for U.S. residents and $358 for non-residents. Prize money however, ranges from $2000-$100,000. The route goes right past our building on 4th Avenue (at around the 7-mile mark), so we were thrilled to see the elite runners fly past and cheer on participants with high fives. The event is quite fun to watch because the atmosphere is so full of joy and kudos. You can tell the runners appreciate the support. The view from our building’s roof:

NOT UP TO DICK: We’re revisiting Victorian slang for this one. While I’m sure this could be interpreted in a few ways, the 1800s definition of the phrase is not feeling well. I searched for some further explanation, but I quickly discovered that wasn’t the brightest of ideas, so we’ll leave it at that. Many of us are not well these days, both physically and emotionally.

Thanks to medical advancements, we’re much better equipped than 19th century humans to handle diseases, illnesses, and ailments, but obviously, that doesn’t mean we won’t struggle. The 1800s endured its fair share of epidemics such as cholera, measles, and small pox, however, before color photography, doctors and medical students relied heavily on medical illustrators to help them diagnose and treat patients. In a less dangerous Google search, I came across The Sick Rose: Disease and the Art of Medical Illustration, a book featuring a collection detailed 19th century medical illustrations. The young woman in the illustration is clearly not up to dick.


D: Dioramas & Dig Me Out

A to Z Challenge: My theme this year is NYC before and during the COVID-19 pandemic.

DIORAMAS: We all know them, but we don’t all love them. I wouldn’t say I love dioramas, but since childhood, I’ve been drawn to them. As a vegan, I should despise them, but dang it, I can’t quit these antiquated, taxidermy displays.

The quiet, dimly lit rooms with each scene illuminated like a vintage slide, captivate me. The background art alone are marvels in themselves, many dating back to the 1940s, that transport the viewer back thousands of years before we humans screwed things up. I get lost in the details depicted behind the bygone animals. The whole thing is a strange dichotomy: we’re seeing a dead animal “alive” in its habitat. That’s exactly why dioramas were created in the first place; to elicit an emotional connection between humans and nature.

These pre-virtual reality depictions of history are now being eyed with a bit more light these days. Many museums across the globe see these displays as dusty, outdated demonstrations that no longer serve their intended purpose, and are being removed. Others still see them as a vital part of our history that remind us of a world before climate change and the deterioration of many of our environments. In 2011, the American Museum of Natural History in NYC (where I took the above picture) spent $2.5 million to update and restore the dioramas.

Right now, there’s just something inviting about these peaceful depictions of eras not yet fraught by humans, that I’d like to sit with for a while.

If you share my fondness for these displays, the AMNH (and many museums around the country) have opened their virtual doors and are allowing visitors to peruse their exhibits online. Might I suggest starting with the Akeley Hall of African Mammals?

DIG ME OUT: Who doesn’t love slang? It’s a side of humanity that I . . . dig. And as a writer, I love slang even more. According to the Victorian Dictionary of Slang & Phrase, Dig me out was a society term meaning, call for me; stop me “from lazy loafing in the house.”

Alas, no one is coming to dig me out of this imposed ennui. The fact is, I’m very fortunate The Husband and I work from home, and with our son grown, we don’t have little ones to keep corralled and entertained.

Frankly, a lot of my time is spent worrying about my aforementioned offspring and my mother and stepfather back in Colorado. All of them, however, are staying indoors and taking every precaution to stay healthy. The rest of my time is spent writing, reading, listening to podcasts, watching TV., attending online webinars, and chatting with friends. To get the blood pumping, I’ve taken to going up and down the stairs at the end of the hall.

The Husband ordered a stationary bike that will hopefully arrive next week. My calves aren’t happy about this makeshift gym, and frankly, I’m terrified I’ll take a digger down this concrete death trap.

One of my favorite ways to fill time (and learn a thing or two) is to listen to podcasts. Allow me to help dig you out of boredom with these suggested podcasts:

Everything is Alive, The Hidden Brain, Wait, Wait . . . Don’t Tell Me, Criminal, This is Love, The Anthropocene Reviewed & Phoebe Reads a Mystery.