Early yesterday morning, I saw these beautiful Macaw Parrots on a neighbor's lawn - it was a moment to remember; the weather was perfect and for a brief moment one had thoughts of a tropical setting.
Friday, August 26, 2005
Macaw Parrots Sighting
Early yesterday morning, I saw these beautiful Macaw Parrots on a neighbor's lawn - it was a moment to remember; the weather was perfect and for a brief moment one had thoughts of a tropical setting.
Friday, August 05, 2005
Local Fishing Message Board
Tuesday, August 02, 2005
Katonah Memorabila Sells on Ebay!
Wednesday, July 06, 2005
Katonah's Cultural Mile
Here is a link to Getting to Know Your Community web site with a blurb on Katonah's Cultural Mile.
interesting that the site uses a technology call audioblogs..a virtual radio station.
interesting that the site uses a technology call audioblogs..a virtual radio station.
Bedford Magazine July/August 2005 Issue Available
If you have not seen or heard of it, check out Bedford Magazine. The publication cover reads:
People | Living | Garden | Arts | Restaurants
BEDFORD
Armonk . Katonah . Lewisboro . North Salem . Pound Ridge
It is one very upscale magazine on a local level. It looks like a national publication of the Town & Country variety with top writers to boot. The readership is directed at high achievers. Bedford Magazine cites 50,000 people fit that demographic in this area.
A review of the local real estate ads for asking prices on houses in this area and it is hard to question that stat.
The July/August 2005 issue of Bedford Magazine is currently available on newsstands at the following locations:
Bedford
> Village Green Deli
Village Green
> Stewart's Market
Court Street
> Bedford Wine
Village Green
Bedford Hills
> OÂ’s Variety
Adams Street
(across from train)
Pound Ridge
> Scotts Corner Market
Westchester Avenue
> Perfect Photo
Westchester Avenue
> Samuel ParkerÂ’s
Westchester Avenue
Katonah
> Charles Dept Store
Katonah Avenue
> StegerÂ’s Paper Mill
Katonah Avenue
Chappaqua
> Healthy Choice
Greeley Avenue
South Salem
> Food Basket
Route 123
> JNR Pharmacy
Route 123
Danbury
> Barnes & Noble
Backus Avenue
Ridgefield
> BalducciÂ’s
Governor Street
Purdys
> Swan Deli
Cross River
> Cameron's Deli
For more information, call 914-234-3338 or send an email to mail@bedfordmagazine.com
Saturday, June 25, 2005
A Quick Overview of Katonah@ answers.com
Here is a link about Katonah at answers.com. If you need a quick answer on some topic, this site seems pretty neat
in doing that and then some.
in doing that and then some.
Thursday, June 16, 2005
Steve Jobs' Apple CEO Stanford Commencement Speech
Steve Jobs recently give a commencemnt Speech at Stanford University that I think any graduating senior from high school to college should read. If you know someone graduating this month share this with them.
Transcript of Jobs' commencement speech:
Thank you. I'm honored to be with you today for your commencement from one of the finest universities in the world. Truth be told, I never graduated from college and this is the closest I've ever gotten to a college graduation.
Today I want to tell you three stories from my life. That's it. No big deal. Just three stories. The first story is about connecting the dots.
I dropped out of Reed College after the first six months but then stayed around as a drop-in for another eighteen months or so before I really quit. So why did I drop out? It started before I was born. My biological mother was a young, unwed graduate student, and she decided to put me up for adoption. She felt very strongly that I should be adopted by college graduates, so everything was all set for me to be adopted at birth by a lawyer and his wife, except that when I popped out, they decided at the last minute that they really wanted a girl. So my parents, who were on a waiting list, got a call in the middle of the night asking, "We've got an unexpected baby boy. Do you want him?" They said, "Of course." My biological mother found out later that my mother had never graduated from college and that my father had never graduated from high school. She refused to sign the final adoption papers. She only relented a few months later when my parents promised that I would go to college.
This was the start in my life. And seventeen years later, I did go to college, but I naïvely chose a college that was almost as expensive as Stanford, and all of my working-class parents' savings were being spent on my college tuition. After six months, I couldn't see the value in it. I had no idea what I wanted to do with my life, and no idea of how college was going to help me figure it out, and here I was, spending all the money my parents had saved their entire life. So I decided to drop out and trust that it would all work out OK. It was pretty scary at the time, but looking back, it was one of the best decisions I ever made. The minute I dropped out, I could stop taking the required classes that didn't interest me and begin dropping in on the ones that looked far more interesting.
It wasn't all romantic. I didn't have a dorm room, so I slept on the floor in friends' rooms. I returned Coke bottles for the five-cent deposits to buy food with, and I would walk the seven miles across town every Sunday night to get one good meal a week at the Hare Krishna temple. I loved it. And much of what I stumbled into by following my curiosity and intuition turned out to be priceless later on. Let me give you one example.
Reed College at that time offered perhaps the best calligraphy instruction in the country. Throughout the campus every poster, every label on every drawer was beautifully hand-calligraphed. Because I had dropped out and didn't have to take the normal classes, I decided to take a calligraphy class to learn how to do this. I learned about serif and sans-serif typefaces, about varying the amount of space between different letter combinations, about what makes great typography great. It was beautiful, historical, artistically subtle in a way that science can't capture, and I found it fascinating.
None of this had even a hope of any practical application in my life. But ten years later when we were designing the first Macintosh computer, it all came back to me, and we designed it all into the Mac. It was the first computer with beautiful typography. If I had never dropped in on that single course in college, the Mac would have never had multiple typefaces or proportionally spaced fonts, and since Windows just copied the Mac, it's likely that no personal computer would have them.
If I had never dropped out, I would have never dropped in on that calligraphy class and personals computers might not have the wonderful typography that they do.
Of course it was impossible to connect the dots looking forward when I was in college, but it was very, very clear looking backwards 10 years later. Again, you can't connect the dots looking forward. You can only connect them looking backwards, so you have to trust that the dots will somehow connect in your future. You have to trust in something--your gut, destiny, life, karma, whatever--because believing that the dots will connect down the road will give you the confidence to follow your heart, even when it leads you off the well- worn path, and that will make all the difference.
My second story is about love and loss. I was lucky. I found what I loved to do early in life. Woz and I started Apple in my parents' garage when I was twenty. We worked hard and in ten years, Apple had grown from just the two of us in a garage into a $2 billion company with over 4,000 employees. We'd just released our finest creation, the Macintosh, a year earlier, and I'd just turned thirty, and then I got fired. How can you get fired from a company you started? Well, as Apple grew, we hired someone who I thought was very talented to run the company with me, and for the first year or so, things went well. But then our visions of the future began to diverge, and eventually we had a falling out. When we did, our board of directors sided with him, and so at thirty, I was out, and very publicly out. What had been the focus of my entire adult life was gone, and it was devastating. I really didn't know what to do for a few months. I felt that I had let the previous generation of entrepreneurs down, that I had dropped the baton as it was being passed to me. I met with David Packard and Bob Noyce and tried to apologize for screwing up so badly. I was a very public failure and I even thought about running away from the Valley. But something slowly began to dawn on me. I still loved what I did. The turn of events at Apple had not changed that one bit. I'd been rejected but I was still in love. And so I decided to start over.
I didn't see it then, but it turned out that getting fired from Apple was the best thing that could have ever happened to me. The heaviness of being successful was replaced by the lightness of being a beginner again, less sure about everything. It freed me to enter one of the most creative periods in my life. During the next five years I started a company named NeXT, another company named Pixar and fell in love with an amazing woman who would become my wife. Pixar went on to create the world's first computer-animated feature film, "Toy Story," and is now the most successful animation studio in the world.
In a remarkable turn of events, Apple bought NeXT and I returned to Apple and the technology we developed at NeXT is at the heart of Apple's current renaissance, and Lorene and I have a wonderful family together.
I'm pretty sure none of this would have happened if I hadn't been fired from Apple. It was awful-tasting medicine but I guess the patient needed it. Sometimes life's going to hit you in the head with a brick. Don't lose faith. I'm convinced that the only thing that kept me going was that I loved what I did. You've got to find what you love, and that is as true for work as it is for your lovers. Your work is going to fill a large part of your life, and the only way to be truly satisfied is to do what you believe is great work, and the only way to do great work is to love what you do. If you haven't found it yet, keep looking, and don't settle. As with all matters of the heart, you'll know when you find it, and like any great relationship it just gets better and better as the years roll on. So keep looking. Don't settle.
My third story is about death. When I was 17 I read a quote that went something like "If you live each day as if it was your last, someday you'll most certainly be right." It made an impression on me, and since then, for the past 33 years, I have looked in the mirror every morning and asked myself, "If today were the last day of my life, would I want to do what I am about to do today?" And whenever the answer has been "no" for too many days in a row, I know I need to change something. Remembering that I'll be dead soon is the most important thing I've ever encountered to help me make the big choices in life, because almost everything--all external expectations, all pride, all fear of embarrassment or failure--these things just fall away in the face of death, leaving only what is truly important. Remembering that you are going to die is the best way I know to avoid the trap of thinking you have something to lose. You are already naked. There is no reason not to follow your heart.
About a year ago, I was diagnosed with cancer. I had a scan at 7:30 in the morning and it clearly showed a tumor on my pancreas. I didn't even know what a pancreas was. The doctors told me this was almost certainly a type of cancer that is incurable, and that I should expect to live no longer than three to six months. My doctor advised me to go home and get my affairs in order, which is doctors' code for "prepare to die." It means to try and tell your kids everything you thought you'd have the next ten years to tell them, in just a few months. It means to make sure that everything is buttoned up so that it will be as easy as possible for your family. It means to say your goodbyes.
I lived with that diagnosis all day. Later that evening I had a biopsy where they stuck an endoscope down my throat, through my stomach into my intestines, put a needle into my pancreas and got a few cells from the tumor. I was sedated but my wife, who was there, told me that when they viewed the cells under a microscope, the doctor started crying, because it turned out to be a very rare form of pancreatic cancer that is curable with surgery. I had the surgery and, thankfully, I am fine now.
This was the closest I've been to facing death, and I hope it's the closest I get for a few more decades. Having lived through it, I can now say this to you with a bit more certainty than when death was a useful but purely intellectual concept. No one wants to die, even people who want to go to Heaven don't want to die to get there, and yet, death is the destination we all share. No one has ever escaped it. And that is as it should be, because death is very likely the single best invention of life. It's life's change agent; it clears out the old to make way for the new. right now, the new is you. But someday, not too long from now, you will gradually become the old and be cleared away. Sorry to be so dramatic, but it's quite true. Your time is limited, so don't waste it living someone else's life. Don't be trapped by dogma, which is living with the results of other people's thinking. Don't let the noise of others' opinions drown out your own inner voice, heart and intuition. They somehow already know what you truly want to become. Everything else is secondary.
When I was young, there was an amazing publication called The Whole Earth Catalogue, which was one of the bibles of my generation. It was created by a fellow named Stewart Brand not far from here in Menlo Park, and he brought it to life with his poetic touch. This was in the late Sixties, before personal computers and desktop publishing, so it was all made with typewriters, scissors, and Polaroid cameras. it was sort of like Google in paperback form thirty-five years before Google came along. I was idealistic, overflowing with neat tools and great notions. Stewart and his team put out several issues of the The Whole Earth Catalogue, and then when it had run its course, they put out a final issue. It was the mid-Seventies and I was your age. On the back cover of their final issue was a photograph of an early morning country road, the kind you might find yourself hitchhiking on if you were so adventurous. Beneath were the words, "Stay hungry, stay foolish." It was their farewell message as they signed off. "Stay hungry, stay foolish." And I have always wished that for myself, and now, as you graduate to begin anew, I wish that for you. Stay hungry, stay foolish.
Thank you all, very much.
--
"When you come to the fork in the road, take it" - L.P. Berra
"Always make new mistakes" -- Esther Dyson
"Any sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic"
-- Arthur C. Clarke
"You Gotta Believe" - Frank "Tug" McGraw (1944 - 2004 RIP)
Transcript of Jobs' commencement speech:
Thank you. I'm honored to be with you today for your commencement from one of the finest universities in the world. Truth be told, I never graduated from college and this is the closest I've ever gotten to a college graduation.
Today I want to tell you three stories from my life. That's it. No big deal. Just three stories. The first story is about connecting the dots.
I dropped out of Reed College after the first six months but then stayed around as a drop-in for another eighteen months or so before I really quit. So why did I drop out? It started before I was born. My biological mother was a young, unwed graduate student, and she decided to put me up for adoption. She felt very strongly that I should be adopted by college graduates, so everything was all set for me to be adopted at birth by a lawyer and his wife, except that when I popped out, they decided at the last minute that they really wanted a girl. So my parents, who were on a waiting list, got a call in the middle of the night asking, "We've got an unexpected baby boy. Do you want him?" They said, "Of course." My biological mother found out later that my mother had never graduated from college and that my father had never graduated from high school. She refused to sign the final adoption papers. She only relented a few months later when my parents promised that I would go to college.
This was the start in my life. And seventeen years later, I did go to college, but I naïvely chose a college that was almost as expensive as Stanford, and all of my working-class parents' savings were being spent on my college tuition. After six months, I couldn't see the value in it. I had no idea what I wanted to do with my life, and no idea of how college was going to help me figure it out, and here I was, spending all the money my parents had saved their entire life. So I decided to drop out and trust that it would all work out OK. It was pretty scary at the time, but looking back, it was one of the best decisions I ever made. The minute I dropped out, I could stop taking the required classes that didn't interest me and begin dropping in on the ones that looked far more interesting.
It wasn't all romantic. I didn't have a dorm room, so I slept on the floor in friends' rooms. I returned Coke bottles for the five-cent deposits to buy food with, and I would walk the seven miles across town every Sunday night to get one good meal a week at the Hare Krishna temple. I loved it. And much of what I stumbled into by following my curiosity and intuition turned out to be priceless later on. Let me give you one example.
Reed College at that time offered perhaps the best calligraphy instruction in the country. Throughout the campus every poster, every label on every drawer was beautifully hand-calligraphed. Because I had dropped out and didn't have to take the normal classes, I decided to take a calligraphy class to learn how to do this. I learned about serif and sans-serif typefaces, about varying the amount of space between different letter combinations, about what makes great typography great. It was beautiful, historical, artistically subtle in a way that science can't capture, and I found it fascinating.
None of this had even a hope of any practical application in my life. But ten years later when we were designing the first Macintosh computer, it all came back to me, and we designed it all into the Mac. It was the first computer with beautiful typography. If I had never dropped in on that single course in college, the Mac would have never had multiple typefaces or proportionally spaced fonts, and since Windows just copied the Mac, it's likely that no personal computer would have them.
If I had never dropped out, I would have never dropped in on that calligraphy class and personals computers might not have the wonderful typography that they do.
Of course it was impossible to connect the dots looking forward when I was in college, but it was very, very clear looking backwards 10 years later. Again, you can't connect the dots looking forward. You can only connect them looking backwards, so you have to trust that the dots will somehow connect in your future. You have to trust in something--your gut, destiny, life, karma, whatever--because believing that the dots will connect down the road will give you the confidence to follow your heart, even when it leads you off the well- worn path, and that will make all the difference.
My second story is about love and loss. I was lucky. I found what I loved to do early in life. Woz and I started Apple in my parents' garage when I was twenty. We worked hard and in ten years, Apple had grown from just the two of us in a garage into a $2 billion company with over 4,000 employees. We'd just released our finest creation, the Macintosh, a year earlier, and I'd just turned thirty, and then I got fired. How can you get fired from a company you started? Well, as Apple grew, we hired someone who I thought was very talented to run the company with me, and for the first year or so, things went well. But then our visions of the future began to diverge, and eventually we had a falling out. When we did, our board of directors sided with him, and so at thirty, I was out, and very publicly out. What had been the focus of my entire adult life was gone, and it was devastating. I really didn't know what to do for a few months. I felt that I had let the previous generation of entrepreneurs down, that I had dropped the baton as it was being passed to me. I met with David Packard and Bob Noyce and tried to apologize for screwing up so badly. I was a very public failure and I even thought about running away from the Valley. But something slowly began to dawn on me. I still loved what I did. The turn of events at Apple had not changed that one bit. I'd been rejected but I was still in love. And so I decided to start over.
I didn't see it then, but it turned out that getting fired from Apple was the best thing that could have ever happened to me. The heaviness of being successful was replaced by the lightness of being a beginner again, less sure about everything. It freed me to enter one of the most creative periods in my life. During the next five years I started a company named NeXT, another company named Pixar and fell in love with an amazing woman who would become my wife. Pixar went on to create the world's first computer-animated feature film, "Toy Story," and is now the most successful animation studio in the world.
In a remarkable turn of events, Apple bought NeXT and I returned to Apple and the technology we developed at NeXT is at the heart of Apple's current renaissance, and Lorene and I have a wonderful family together.
I'm pretty sure none of this would have happened if I hadn't been fired from Apple. It was awful-tasting medicine but I guess the patient needed it. Sometimes life's going to hit you in the head with a brick. Don't lose faith. I'm convinced that the only thing that kept me going was that I loved what I did. You've got to find what you love, and that is as true for work as it is for your lovers. Your work is going to fill a large part of your life, and the only way to be truly satisfied is to do what you believe is great work, and the only way to do great work is to love what you do. If you haven't found it yet, keep looking, and don't settle. As with all matters of the heart, you'll know when you find it, and like any great relationship it just gets better and better as the years roll on. So keep looking. Don't settle.
My third story is about death. When I was 17 I read a quote that went something like "If you live each day as if it was your last, someday you'll most certainly be right." It made an impression on me, and since then, for the past 33 years, I have looked in the mirror every morning and asked myself, "If today were the last day of my life, would I want to do what I am about to do today?" And whenever the answer has been "no" for too many days in a row, I know I need to change something. Remembering that I'll be dead soon is the most important thing I've ever encountered to help me make the big choices in life, because almost everything--all external expectations, all pride, all fear of embarrassment or failure--these things just fall away in the face of death, leaving only what is truly important. Remembering that you are going to die is the best way I know to avoid the trap of thinking you have something to lose. You are already naked. There is no reason not to follow your heart.
About a year ago, I was diagnosed with cancer. I had a scan at 7:30 in the morning and it clearly showed a tumor on my pancreas. I didn't even know what a pancreas was. The doctors told me this was almost certainly a type of cancer that is incurable, and that I should expect to live no longer than three to six months. My doctor advised me to go home and get my affairs in order, which is doctors' code for "prepare to die." It means to try and tell your kids everything you thought you'd have the next ten years to tell them, in just a few months. It means to make sure that everything is buttoned up so that it will be as easy as possible for your family. It means to say your goodbyes.
I lived with that diagnosis all day. Later that evening I had a biopsy where they stuck an endoscope down my throat, through my stomach into my intestines, put a needle into my pancreas and got a few cells from the tumor. I was sedated but my wife, who was there, told me that when they viewed the cells under a microscope, the doctor started crying, because it turned out to be a very rare form of pancreatic cancer that is curable with surgery. I had the surgery and, thankfully, I am fine now.
This was the closest I've been to facing death, and I hope it's the closest I get for a few more decades. Having lived through it, I can now say this to you with a bit more certainty than when death was a useful but purely intellectual concept. No one wants to die, even people who want to go to Heaven don't want to die to get there, and yet, death is the destination we all share. No one has ever escaped it. And that is as it should be, because death is very likely the single best invention of life. It's life's change agent; it clears out the old to make way for the new. right now, the new is you. But someday, not too long from now, you will gradually become the old and be cleared away. Sorry to be so dramatic, but it's quite true. Your time is limited, so don't waste it living someone else's life. Don't be trapped by dogma, which is living with the results of other people's thinking. Don't let the noise of others' opinions drown out your own inner voice, heart and intuition. They somehow already know what you truly want to become. Everything else is secondary.
When I was young, there was an amazing publication called The Whole Earth Catalogue, which was one of the bibles of my generation. It was created by a fellow named Stewart Brand not far from here in Menlo Park, and he brought it to life with his poetic touch. This was in the late Sixties, before personal computers and desktop publishing, so it was all made with typewriters, scissors, and Polaroid cameras. it was sort of like Google in paperback form thirty-five years before Google came along. I was idealistic, overflowing with neat tools and great notions. Stewart and his team put out several issues of the The Whole Earth Catalogue, and then when it had run its course, they put out a final issue. It was the mid-Seventies and I was your age. On the back cover of their final issue was a photograph of an early morning country road, the kind you might find yourself hitchhiking on if you were so adventurous. Beneath were the words, "Stay hungry, stay foolish." It was their farewell message as they signed off. "Stay hungry, stay foolish." And I have always wished that for myself, and now, as you graduate to begin anew, I wish that for you. Stay hungry, stay foolish.
Thank you all, very much.
--
"When you come to the fork in the road, take it" - L.P. Berra
"Always make new mistakes" -- Esther Dyson
"Any sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic"
-- Arthur C. Clarke
"You Gotta Believe" - Frank "Tug" McGraw (1944 - 2004 RIP)
Friday, June 10, 2005
Sights & Sounds of Katonah Firemen Parade 6/8/05
Katonah Fire Dept Grand Marshals
Here is a link to photos and a short video of the Katonah Firemen's Parade on Wednesday night . The video was done with a Sony Digital Still Camera S75 Camera with a MPEG Movie option, so the "quality" is not that great. Enjoy!
Tuesday, June 07, 2005
Katonah Annual Fire Department Parade & Carnival
On Wednesday the KFD has it's annual parade (at 7:00 p.m) and carnival Wed. thru Sat. June 8, 9, 10, 11.
Thur. & Fri. Opens at 6:00 pm
Saturday 1:00 pm to 11:00 pm
Ride Specials:
Thur. Jun 9th Ride All Night for One Price $16.00 (6 - 10 pm)
Sat. All Afternoon for One Price $16.00 (1 to 5 pm)
Special Event:
Sat., 12-6 pm
Monster Truck - GRAVE DIGGER
65 Bedford Road, Katonah, NY
A Heartfelt Thank You to the Katonah Fire Department
We Are Grateful For All They Do
Thursday, May 05, 2005
Bedford Audubon Annual Meeting May 11, 2005
Bedford Audubon Annual Meeting and lecture by noted author Peter Alden on “Bio-Blitz,” including slide show on diversity of living organisms in our area.
Wednesday. May 11, 2005 at 7:30.
Katonah Village Library
For information, call (914) 232-1999 or visit: www.bedfordaudubon.org
Saturday, April 23, 2005
First Presbyterian Church Annual Rummage Sale
The First Presbyterian Church of Katonah annual rummage sale starts Monday.
You cangoto the Katonah Presbyterian Church web site to learn more about this annual event.
Momentary Respite From The Day
My daughter-in law passed this on to me yesterday. It's
pretty neat! A visual "get away for a quiet moment" kind of thing. Enjoy!
pretty neat! A visual "get away for a quiet moment" kind of thing. Enjoy!
Monday, April 18, 2005
National Poetry Month April 2005
April is National Poetry Month. Learn more at this poet site.
Also, there are a number of poetry books up for auction on eBay from the 1920s thru 1970s from a local book collector. The Auction ends
next Sunday.
Spring Is In The Air!
Sunday was a beautiful Spring Day. We are finally coming out of the winter doldrums.
This is a shot of the daffodils blooming on the lawn of the Town of Bedford Offie Building in Bedford Hills.
This is a shot of the daffodils blooming on the lawn of the Town of Bedford Offie Building in Bedford Hills.
Sunday, March 27, 2005
How To Become An Instant Painter With Your Digital Camera
I took this photo with a Sony DSC-S75 Digital Camera
on Maple Avenue last Thursday morning and I wondered if there was a piece of software out on the Internet that could turn the photo into a painting!.
on Maple Avenue last Thursday morning and I wondered if there was a piece of software out on the Internet that could turn the photo into a painting!.
Well sure enough I found such a tool and here is the one of the 16 Direct Paint options you can use. In this particular instance I used air brush.
The software is call Virtual Painter and you can download it here for a free demo.
If you like it,pay up the $55 for the stand alone version and that next digital photo you take may end up a great work of art!
I found VirtualPainter to be a lot of fun.
I am not associated with Virtual Painter in any way. Just sharing info about, what I think is a nice piece of fun software to use with your digital camera.
Sunday, March 20, 2005
Join The Bedford-Katonah Tsunami Relief Fund
It takes a town to Rebuild a village
Rebuilding Denuwala
The relief fund's goal is that the people of Bedford-Katonah will "adopt" Denuwala, a small fishing village in Sri Lanka. The fund hopes to raise $250,000 to help rebuild
or repair homes, a school and a Buddhist temple is this village. Those interested in donating funds to the relief effort or traveling to Denuwala in late summer to work on the rebuilding effort can obtained more information at the fund's Web site.
We Can't Live Without Westchester Medical Center
Over the past ten years I have had three heart related procedures done at the Westchester Medical Center and I can personally attest to the fact that we can't live without the ONLY comprehensive 24-hour Heart Center in the region as well as the ONLY: Burn Center betweeen NYC and Canada, 24-hour Level 1 adult and pediatric Trauma Center between NYC and Albany, and Children's hospital in the region. Tell NY State Governor George Pataki and state legislators to act now to help this vital regional healthcare resource. Go to WORLDCLASSMEDICINE.COM to e-mail your support for quality advanced care in the Hudson Valley.
Friday, March 04, 2005
Current References To Katonah In the Blog World
Technorati (a real cool tool)is in one way a search engine for blog sites. Here is a link to bloggers that mention Katonah in their blogs.
Of course, today there is a lot of comments about Martha Stewart's release from prison and house confinement on her beautiful estate here in Katonah.
Why in my opinion, is Technorati such a cool tool? You can get a sense
of what people are collectively commenting on Martha Stewart in the context of Katonah (or any other topic for that matter) in one place.
I view Technorati as a comments/ideas synthesizer for the blog world.
Of course, today there is a lot of comments about Martha Stewart's release from prison and house confinement on her beautiful estate here in Katonah.
Why in my opinion, is Technorati such a cool tool? You can get a sense
of what people are collectively commenting on Martha Stewart in the context of Katonah (or any other topic for that matter) in one place.
I view Technorati as a comments/ideas synthesizer for the blog world.
Monday, February 28, 2005
Om My Closes
In October 2004, the Katonah Museum of Art commissioned Brooklyn artist Jennifer Zackin to create a site-specific installation in town to celebrate its 50th anniversary. The Om My exhibit ran from
November 4, 2004 to March 1, 2005.
Here are members of Katonah Village Improvement Society
helping to dismantel the exhibit.
The exhibit was made with the help of many volunteers who gave many hours of their time to bring this exhibit to life. More..
The Om My Project was co-sponsored by
The Katonah Museum of Art and The Katonah Village Improvement Society
November 4, 2004 to March 1, 2005.
Here are members of Katonah Village Improvement Society
helping to dismantel the exhibit.
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| Allison Chernow & Mary Beth Kass- Co-Presidents- KVIS |
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| KVIS Volunteer Helping Out |
The exhibit was made with the help of many volunteers who gave many hours of their time to bring this exhibit to life. More..
This was the Katonah Museum's first foray into the world of public art.
The goal of public art is:
- To bring people together and engage them in the world they occupy.
- To see art in unexpected places.
- To stimulate conversation.
- To access and enjoy art free of charge in the course of people's daily routine
The Katonah Museum of Art and The Katonah Village Improvement Society
It is coincidental that today also marks the closing of the public art exhibit - The Gates - in New York City
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