Kale, roast fennel and white bean stew

I started cooking more vegetarian food when my daughter was living at home: lately, a nurse advised me to get more of my fibre intake from beans rather than grains, so I’ve been making a lot of vegetable soups and stews, and it’s really lifted my cooking game. I’ve come to think that meat is a lazy ingredient: it hits so many deliciousness notes that you can get slack about everything else, and I think this happens on the level of national cuisines. It would certainly explain Australian traditional cooking.

This recipe is copied from one my partner made for me: the main thing I added was the fennel. It takes about an hour and a half to make, of which probably half an hour is busy. The amounts here will make enough stew for you to have maybe three or four meals for two people, and it keeps well.

Ingredients:

one fennel bulb + stalks and leaves
about half a bunch of kale
one large onion
two large potatoes
two carrots
two cups of dried white beans
four or five cloves of garlic
oregano
paprika
salt
pepper
shallots
parsley
two cups of stock (I used Massel chicken or vegetarian stock cubes: you can use whatever you like) (Massel’s “chicken” stock is vegan)
one tin of chopped or crushed tomatoes
two or three teaspoons of tomato paste

Chop the stalks and leaves off the fennel bulbs and put them aside.

Chop the fennel and onion into wedges. Peel the garlic cloves. Put the fennel, onion and garlic on a baking tray lined with baking paper, drizzle with olive oil and put into an oven at 180C. Roast them for 30m and turn them over at 15m.

While the fennel and onion are roasting, put about 4 L of water in a boiler with the beans and bring them to the boil. (You don’t need to soak the beans beforehand.) Once it reaches a boil, turn it down to a simmer.

Chop the potatoes and carrots.

Devein the kale, set the leaves aside and chop up the stalks into bite-sized lengths.

Once the fennel and onions are done, add them and the potatoes, carrots and kale stalks to the pot.

Add the tin of tomatoes, tomato paste and stock.

Season to taste with oregano, paprika, salt and pepper.

Let it simmer until the beans are tender, which should take another 30 to 45m.

Tear up the kale leaves and stir them in.

Chop up a shallot, a handful of parsley and a handful of the fennel leaves.

Serve in bowls with the chopped shallots, parsely and fennel leaves as a garnish.

Coronavirus dreams

This has become a whole subgenre of jounalistic take – ‘So you’ve been having weird dreams during lockdown, too?’ I’ve blogged before about a mode of contemporary journalism which treats elementary ideas about human behaviour as if they were stunning or alarming insights, but the “weird dreams” stuff gives me the same odd feeling. Not that people are having weird dreams, but that people are so perplexed to be having them.

Of course you’re having weird dreams, is my reaction, but then I wonder about the extent to which thinking psychologically is part of my own worldview. Partly from education, but not much – I did, I think, two psychology subjects at university – mostly it’s from being an introspective and neurotic person with episodic depression who’s been in and out of therapy most of his adult life and have spent plenty of time thinking about my own moods, my relationships, my sexuality, how my own brain works or doesn’t work, helping his family members to work through their own issues, and reading a lot about such things.

Maybe I’d taken for granted a post-Freudian idea of human consciousness – that our minds are not at all entirely clear to themselves, that our motives are often mysterious and sometimes contradictory, and that events in the individual and collective life surface in unexpected ways, in our moods and dreams – which is not, after all, as widespread as I’d thought. A friend on Mastodon suggested that the people writing these articles are members of the “default” demographic (gender, sexuality, ethnicity, class) and their default mental state is Never Had Any Problems, and that’s definitely part of it, but I don’t think it’s the whole story.

When I had the idea for this blog post my attitude was going to be scornful about people who (as I said to one of my kids) “just discovered that psychology is a thing” but I don’t feel that way anymore: it’s genuinely interesting that people can have such different ways of approaching the world.

A less benign subgenre of take is what another internet friend has labelled “COVID-19 apologists”, those politicians and columnists providing hard-headed analyses of how the lockdown is going too far, and advocating the sacrifice of people over 60 (the commentators seem naively attached to this cut-off point) for the sake of the economy. I have not been reading these takes, in the spirit of good Social Media Distancing, but while I was thinking about psychology and the pandemic, it occurred to me that being hard-headed, boldly thinking the unthinkable, taking a position of ruthlessness from a comfortable home office, is a defense mechanism. One of the ways people who think of themselves as rational and intelligent cope with anxiety and fear is by an ostentatious display of cold-blooded and even cruel mastery in the form of having a Very Serious Opinion based on Cost Benefit Analysis and Economics, or reading such opinions. Science fiction has a strong streak of this – realising it was what put me off the genre in my twenties and why I can’t read blog posts by sf writers and fans wargaming the apocalypse now.

Anyway, we should condemn the COVID-19 apologists for being shameless shills for capital, but also remember that the whole business of generating contrarian takes for money isn’t just about ideology or the share market. There’s a libidinal charge to feeling on top of it all, and the hard-headed rationalist is just as much a seething cauldron of emotional turmoil as the perhaps hypothetical person (I still can’t quite believe in them) who spends six weeks at home and then wonders why it’s affecting their dreams.

As a tangential example of how science-fictional thinking can collapse psychology and social effects, here’s a post by a blogger I’ve enjoyed for many years, Matt Webb: What if charisma is a golden mane? Again, this is a way of asserting mastery over the social facts of political and economic dominance by indulging in the fantasy that powerful men behave the way they do because of some undiscovered physiological gimmick, rather than a whole society which supports and enables them.

 

Stuck-inovites

The original Stakhanovites arose from the dreams of heroic collective achievement in the USSR: I’m persisting with my punning coinage because the urge to see the pandemic lockdown as an opportunity for achieving a growth mindset, for entrepreneurial projects, even for intense study or hobbies, seems like a horrible parody of the opposite, the atomisation of effort under capitalism. If everyone’s physically separated, we can all achieve even more and go to extra Zoom meetings during our lunchbreak to learn about home office productivity tips and learn a new language (programming or natural) in our spare time between craft projects. If you remember to knock off at all!

The big myth here is that the part of office life which isn’t you coding or thinking or writing an important report, heroically knocking your head against the glow of your monitor, like Stakhanov at his coalface – all the meetings and logistics of kitchens and stationery, all the communication, is a kind of fluff or excess that gets in the way of the real thing. I don’t think that’s the case, and the difficulties of remote work are exactly the lack of those things. It can feel like trying to do your job through a keyhole.

Never mind that we’re all frightened and upset and those of us who aren’t lucky enough to be able to work from home have either lost their jobs, are about to, or are on the front-line. We need to be kind to ourselves, and to everyone around us. Be not solitary, be not idle, advises Robert Burton in The Anatomy of Melancholy, but he also spends a long chapter on the “miseries of scholars”, chief among which are the dry brains produced by overwork.

We even need to be kind to the stuck-inovites, who are just as frightened as the rest of us. Teeth-grinding workaholism is a plausible psychological coping strategy and it should be treated with compassion even as we turn our backs firmly against it.

I’ve taken up one of the laziest and most patient of hobbies, brewing beer. Apart from a busy couple of afternoons spent sterilizing the kit and bottling, the yeast do all the work.

Home

My team started working from home three weeks ago, as we were able to and we all know how to use Zoom already. This week I was supposed to go down to Kioloa Beach on the south coast with Christine – a bit of bushfire tourism to put some money back into the economy, since we didn’t go down over Christmas, luckily – but we had to cancel that and stay in Sydney.

I’ve spent the past year or so feeling increasingly isolated, especially since my kids moved out of home, so now I feel like the world has in some weird way caught up with me, or, in more solipsistic moods, that the world is enacting a gigantic parody of my own personal crisis. I’m trying to see this as an opportunity for me to break out of it. Here is a good essay on similar themes from one of my favourite writers, Justin E H Smith, currently locked down and symptomatic in Brooklyn: It’s All Just Beginning.

Why wasn’t I already videoconferencing with my kids and friends and family all this time?

I haven’t blogged about it until today because so many blog posts seemed to be seeing the crisis through the blinkers of the authors’ own personal hobby-horses. I’m doing that, too, but I’ve stopped giving myself a hard time about it.

Before we cancelled our trip, I was having bad feelings about it, because in the science fiction stories I read as a child, leaving the metropolis when a disaster strikes seems like a good idea but always turns out to be a big mistake. I don’t like admitting this, because reaching for apocalyptic sf clichés at the moment seems distasteful and juvenile. Brian Aldiss was right: male sf is an adolescent power fantasy. Even the writers who seem to evade this by being grim and pessimistic, like Peter Watts, are allowing you to indulge in the fantasy that you’re hard enough to entertain the most brutally nihilistic readings of our place in the universe.

J G Ballard and M John Harrison seem like more appropriate touchpoints: it’s time to explore your dwellings’ inner dimensions. I found some weird lamps when I was decluttering the cupboard under the stairs.

One of the motivations for this was the ongoing big project to get rid of almost twenty years’ worth of kid-related clutter: the other was so that I could start home-brewing again. Sadly, I didn’t check my fermenter for leaks before I put a batch of brown ale into it on Tuesday, so I had to flush that down the drain and start again. I’ve got a new fermenter on order and should be picking it up tomorrow.

Of course, everyone who’s ever made home brew is getting back into it and cleaning out the suppliers. Like a lot of internet dads, I spent two weeks feeling furious about panic-buying, and didn’t calm down until I read this article about modern supply chains and what happens when everyone starts shopping a little more defensively. There’s very little slack in the system. It wasn’t the hoarders, it was all of us, doing what the authorities were telling us to do, get a bit more than you would normally. That’s enough to empty the shelves.

There’s a parallel here to how social distancing is supposed to work: it’s not really about stopping you, a human individual, from getting sick, but reducing the number of occasions which you, a point in a vast cloud, bump into other points and have a chance to act as a vector for the virus.

All of us are coping in different ways, some by the relentless optimism of maximising your work-from-home productivity, what I’m calling Stuck-Inovism. I’ve been repelled by the various nerd strategies of play-acting the apocalypse, pretending that you’re an epidemiologist, or geopolitical wargaming, but find myself falling back on my old standby, culture theorising, looking at supermarket shoppers in terms of the Deleuzean distinction between the molar and the molecular.

There’s a strange disjunction between the work-from-home and staycation models of the lockdown, although both of them are an invasion of the domestic by the corporate: the staycation model is, if anything, more strenuous. It strikes me as weird that people are avidly sharing lists of Books To Read On Lockdown because I always have a stack of five or six I haven’t gotten around to yet. And this sort of listicle-lockdown culture is coming from a very privileged place, given the sorts of jobs that can be done from home, or what’s possible when you’re taking care of small children.

A side-effect of the lockdown is that people have gotten a head-start on bad writing about this crisis, although I’m a bit late to the party here. And the first awful novel of covid-19 is probably in its second or third draft. I don’t think journalists have much that is interesting to say about it, because it’s too much like their normal life. What is more interesting is the opportunity it gives everyone else to see, perhaps, why journalists are like that. Staying indoors, day-drinking and generating bad takes has been democratised (with the proviso about class above).

I’ve stopped being quite as angry with how the Australian political leadership have been handling the crisis. I knew that when the lockdown came, people like Christine and I, who’ve had a committed relationship but separate residences for more than a decade, would not be told clearly what we were allowed to do: having had shared custody of three children for twenty-odd years taught me that Australian authorities at every level think of the world as being made up of families with two adults and two-point-five kids and only make allowances for anyone else if led to it by the nose. Because of this I was genuinely surprised, and relieved on behalf of all the people involved, that the NSW rules explicitly allowed shared custody arrangements to continue.

I don’t think we should forget or forgive what a hash they’ve made of communications, but I also know that I have an idea in my mind of how crises like these work, and a lot of it is based on an idealisation of London during the Blitz – the sort of idea that made the “KEEP CALM AND CARRY ON” signs popular. This is a myth, and I imagine that the introduction of wartime measures was probably just as confusing and clumsy. The lack of coordination and clarity of how Australia is running its lockdown is not new: it should be familiar to anyone who works in, or has anything to do with, any of our institutions, because it’s very much how our ruling class thinks and acts. One of the worst forms of middlebrow optimism is that in a crisis, people Grow and Change and Step Up, but I don’t think this is true, I think that we are all still just ourselves, and that is enough.

Cooked

I found out about the recent decision by the NSW Civil and Administrative Tribunal about the deregistration of a Sydney psychiatrist for running a QAnon blog on his practice’s website via Liam Hogan, who’s written a good post about the case on his blog. QAnon is a conspiracy theory popular among Trump’s supporters, which seems like a fractal of every awful idea anyone’s had about the Secret Rulers of the World for the past few centuries, accelerated by social media into something like one of those ARG (alternate reality games) which were used to market video games and movies a decade ago: it’s also, like its immediate ancestor Pizzagate, been associated with criminal activities, albeit so far on a small scale.

It’s a long while since I read a lot of the law around mental disability, but the court’s discomfort with having to make a call about Dr McGregor’s mental state in the absence of a positive diagnosis comes through in paragraph 93:

Dr McGregor has not admitted that he has an impairment, but that conclusion is supported by Dr Wright’s evidence with which we agree. It is not necessary to identify a diagnosis in accordance with the Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of Mental Disorders (DSM–5) or otherwise. It is sufficient to note that we agree with Dr Wright that he has impaired reality testing. His perception is not the reality. Alternatively, he may have a delusional disorder or paranoid personality disorder. He has a psychiatric impairment, disability, condition or disorder.

What I’m interested in examining here is the distinction between a delusion in the sense which a psychiatrist would use the word, and belief in weird ideas. I don’t recommend looking up Dr McGregor’s blog – he’s still posting on it, and if you want to get an idea of the content, there’s an excerpt in the case – but the thing which strikes one about it is its extremely stereotyped nature, like most conspiracist material. This isn’t a hallucination or private delusion of his own which Dr McGregor came up with during a psychotic episode, but acceptance of a corpus of already existing material.

As Liam points out, major religions make many bizarre truth claims which, if they have enough collective social support around them, are not seen as evidence of insanity. (The sometimes vexed boundary between a cult and a religion can, in this light, be seen as an analogy of the sorites paradox.) But there are all sorts of ideas which fall between unquestioned fact and private psychosis:

• letting someone down gently when you don’t want to date them
• telling your kids about Santa Claus
• one’s own self-image, estimations of one’s talent, attractiveness, etc
• tenets of mainstream religions
• tenets of fringe religions
• unspecific metaphysical beliefs, like a vaguely non-denominational afterlife
• personal communion with dead loved ones
• mild personal religions experiences (the comfort of prayer or the presence of God)
• severe personal religious experiences (believing oneself to be a prophet)
• the contents of fiction
• liking weird art
• making weird art
• being extremely online
• unorthodox political beliefs
• conspiracy theories
• extreme political beliefs leading to radical action
• orthodox political beliefs (about the inherent benignity of the state, social institutions, etc)

These ideas don’t really fall on a continuum and their truth-value, and the social and cultural forces which inform our opinions about them, are all very different. We all have weird ideas, and – contrary to what people sometimes seem to think – there is no educational process which can inoculate us against them.

One of my own weird ideas is that a certain inflexibility about epistemology is becoming more widespread because of the internet: I privately refer to this as Houyhnhnmism, after the race of rational horses who were forced to resort to the circumlocution ‘the-thing-which-is-not’ when Gulliver was attempting to enable them to understand the English word ‘lie’. Houyhnhnmism is the spirit of the well-meaning parent who thinks that maintaining the fiction of Santa Claus will sap their children’s honesty later in life, and of the world-building nerd whose takeaway from “A long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away” is not “oh right, this is a fairy story with lasers and robots” but rather “ah these events clearly do not take place in the Milky Way galaxy”.

I have sympathy for the judges in the case of Dr McGregor, because the law long ago decided that mental impairment is a call best left to medical professionals: I think that they were on much stronger ground when they relied on the harm he was doing to potential patients by posting his nonsense on his practice’s website, and the abusive behaviour he exhibited when the Medical Council started to investigate him. (The blog came to the Council’s attention only after another doctor had reported McGregor for unprofessional behaviour with regard to a colleague who he believed to be having an affair with his secretary.) QAnon, like all conspiracy theories, attracts people with genuine mental illness, but I feel that for someone like Dr McGregor to fall for such a pile of transparently evil bullshit is an ethical, not a cognitive, failing.

Online life is, of course, full of people like this, and we generally talk about them using the language of mental illness, or use borderline euphemisms like ‘cooked’ or ‘broken’, none of which are really satisfactory, because they neglect the fact that these are social movements, sharing the nature of what was once called mass hysteria and political radicalisation without really being the same as either.

I have even more sympathy for one Dr Wright, who was assigned the unenviable task of meeting up with Dr McGregor for an informal assessment. One of the incidental pleasures of the law is when a well-drafted sentence can pack the understated emotional punch of a good novella, as in para 85:

Dr Wright denied that he was not empathetic, was robotic or irritated. He admitted that he was anxious about the interview, but said that he was pleasantly surprised when Dr McGregor engaged fairly easily. He described the conversation as “collegial”. Dr Wright noted that Dr McGregor was upset when he made it clear that he was not going to discuss the content of a 600 page document Dr McGregor had brought with him, expressing political views.

The Unseasoned Traveller’s Guide to New York

This post is the result of a braindump I did on the weekend about stuff I learned when we were in New York last September. Disclaimer: I’m one of the least seasoned travellers I can think of.

Phones

Don’t get a pre-packaged SIM from a no-name electronics shop in Midtown. It will likely be expired or faulty and the staff will blame your phone, not give you a refund and try to sell you a dodgy phone. Yes, we were jetlagged, and, yes, this was an archetypal NYC tourist experience, and there’s no reason you should go through it too. My gut feeling is that SIMs from vending machines would have a chance of beeing dodgy too.

We got one from the T-Mobile store on Broadway near Times Square, which is what a work colleague had suggested we do. They have cheap 30-day plans. They will still try to upsell you.

Banks

Australian PayWave cards work where there’s PayWave. We have chip cards, which worked fine in modern bank ATMs, but did not work in older wall-ATMs or the small free-standing ones in bodegas. There are also even smaller ATMs bolted to building walls that look kind of like condom dispensers: we weren’t game to try those.

Tipping

Almost everywhere puts a recommended tip amount on the bill. In restaurants with table service, you fill out the tip amount on the bill after they’ve taken your card and then it gets charged to the card (this is weird to Australians, here we add the tip and then do the credit card amount after that).

Most counter-service places with credit card payments have some sort of touch-screen where you choose a tip from a range of pre-calculated options. If it’s cash, tip 20%.

Leave $2 in the hotel room for housekeeping each night, and about the same for the guys who look after your luggage at the hotel.

Transport

The subway is good: we used it every day for two weeks and only had one major screwup. Avoid wearing open-toed shoes because you can get stepped on or have a shopping trolley roll over you on a ramp. If your card doesn’t work and the station officer tells you that the card’s faulty, hang on to it and try at another station. This happened to me and the card was fine.

Our chip debit cards didn’t work in the subway ticket machines so we had to use cash.

Getting from JFK to Manhattan was a bit of fuss – there’s an airport train which connects to the Long Island Rail Road and the subway. We took the former because we were zonked and thought it might be easier than learning how the subway worked when jetlagged, but it probably would have been much the same. We came out at Penn Station, which is terrible. Getting a cab or an Uber might have been easier.

Food

We didn’t eat at nearly as many restaurants as I’d planned – I had a whole spreadsheet – but really only went to the three we’d booked from Australia: Enoteca Maria ($$), Le Bernardin ($$$$) and Osteria 57 ($$), all of which were good. We seemed to run out of time to book more when we were there, and often ended up eating things like Fresh & Co (a salad bowl chain) because it seemed cheap and healthy. That’s how I learned that eating salad bowls for two nights does not provide me with enough protein and carbs to be an energetic or happy tourist.

Eighth Avenue in Midtown has decent, cheap places to eat that don’t need a reservation.

It’s customary for Australians to gripe about American coffee but what we really missed was Australian cafe breakfasts. We’re both used to having big, low-GI morning meals – muesli or oats or something – and an everything bagel doesn’t cut it. Many cafes don’t have anything other than pastries until brunch. We started relying on Pret-a-Manger and Le Pain Quotidien, which are two chains that open early and have relatively healthy breakfasts. The Great Northern food court in Grand Central Station opens early and is excellent. There was also a really good breakfast buffet in downtown Brooklyn which sold food by the pound.

The coffee was fine, except that americanos are almost exactly like long blacks but upside-down and terrible, they actually turned me off coffee without milk permanently, so I drink lattes now.

Bodega sandwiches are good.

Three very different but equally good places to get Jewish comfort food: B&H Dairy in the Village, Russ and Daughters on the Lower East Side and Juniors in Times Square.

Ole and Steen is an outstanding Danish cafe not far from Grand Central.

Peaches in Bed-Stuy in Brooklyn was near our bed and breakfast: really delicious modern Southern-style cooking.

All the food we got in Central Park was good, if not too cheap.

The museum cafes were pretty bad.

Attractions (Free)

Movie and TV Locations

We didn’t do this other than visit the Bethesda Fountain in Central Park (twice) because it’s in Angels in America. Manhattan probably has more places to do this than anywhere else on the planet, but we decided after a bit of research to not go down that road because even though it’s dense, it’s still really big, and you could spend a lot of your time on the subway getting to places just to take a selfie. And you don’t have a lot of time.

It’s worth emphasising that Manhattan will mess with your sense of scale and wear you out. It’s both walkable and enormous: from top to bottom is about the same distance as Sydney’s CBD to Parramatta.

What’s really, really, cool, though, is the reverse: just spending time there and then watching all the NYC films and TV shows you can find, and recognising little parts of the city which aren’t especially famous, but which you’ve been to.

Grand Central Station

Don’t miss it, it really is amazing, and the Great Northern Food Court is a good spot for breakfast, although it gets busy.

Central Park

Bigger, better, more beautiful than I expected. Even the buskers are good.

The Chrysler Building

OK, I lied, this was another location visit, because Matthew Barney staged a demolition derby in it in one of the Cremaster films. It’s lovely. They will politely ask you to stand in a little rectangle taped to the floor once they figure out that you don’t work in the building.

The Brooklyn Bridge

Brilliant, crowded with tourists taking selfies and local cyclists and joggers getting annoyed at the tourists, doesn’t matter because it’s spectacular.

The Staten Island Ferry

We took this because we had a restaurant booking at Enoteca Maria in Staten. (The meal was great: it’s old-fashioned slow Italian cooked by actual nonnas.) People talk it up because it’s a free boat ride and you can see the Statue of Liberty but honestly, she looks tiny from the ferry, and the rest of the scenery is not good. The trip is half an hour each way and they don’t let you ride the same boat back so unless you have a restaurant booking or want to go shopping at the new factory outlet they’ve built next to the ferry wharf, it would be a waste of an afternoon. It’s also crowded, because it’s full of people who work in the City and faintly disappointed tourists.

As a hip-hop fan, I enjoy the fact that I’ve been to Shaolin, and was thinking of visiting the newly inaugurated Wu-Tang district, but it’s a twenty-minute subway ride from the ferry. We didn’t have time before our dinner, so I bought a polo at Banana Republic instead.

The ferries are amazing if you like huge public transport boats (the biggest ones make a Manly ferry look like a bath toy) and the inside was plastered with ads for the new HBO miniseries about the Clan, so that was fun, but you can just hang out at Battery Park and watch them from there.

The New York Public Library and the Brooklyn Public Library

Both of these are beautiful and worth seeing if you’re a bookish person and in their neighbourhoods (Midtown and Prospect Park). Bryant Park, next to the NYPL, is also really good.

Washington Square

In Greenwich Village, almost festively busy on a fine day just with people hanging out.

Times Square

The locals complain about it, because it’s awful, like an alien spaceship made out of nuclear-powered shopping malls crashed in Midtown and started assimilating everything in sight. The only place we ate there was Juniors: it’s pretty good if you like cheesecake and diners and big hamburgers.

If you’re stuck there and you’re not hungry but want somewhere to sit in peace for a while, the clothes stores are good for that (Levis is comfy and relatively quiet).

We were staying in a hotel very near Times Square, which wasn’t great and I wouldn’t do it again. We did it to be near the Theatre District but it would have been better to stay downtown and get the subway.

Convent Avenue Baptist Church, Harlem

We went to the earliest of one of their two Sunday services and it was really good – it gave us the kick we needed when we were quite travel-fatigued Some of the Harlem churches have a congregation service and a tourist service but Convent Avenue is mixed and very friendly.

The High Line

An elevated railway line planted with garden beds that runs from Chelsea up between the buildings to Hudson Yards at midtown. It’s a long walk but you don’t have to do the whole length (there are exits at intervals along it) and the vistas of the city are great. It gets insanely crowded on weekends.

Attractions (Expensive)

We got 7-attraction CityPasses, where you pay something like $US180 up front and then get to pick seven things from a big list which includes most, but not all, of the museums and galleries and the big tourist bus things. I don’t know if we saved that much money, but it felt thrifty because we didn’t have to pay when we were there. Here’s what we did:

The Met

The Met – everyone says this – is A Lot, and if you like museums you should go, but plan ahead and decide what you want to see, and then trim that list down a bit, because it’s huge.

The Breuer is much smaller and focused and modern, and do-able in an afternoon.

The Cloisters is not as good as a museum (I’m not a medievalist but my medievalist friend makes fun of it) but the location is amazing, it’s worth the relatively long subway ride uptown. We saw a groundhog!

The Guggenheim

I loved it but I was so jetlagged and starstruck by being in NYC that who knows. If you’re a modernism fan or an architecture fan, it’s worth it.

The Frick Collection

A Gilded Age mansion on the Upper East Side with a small but beautiful collection of European paintings and interiors, including Hans Holbein’s portraits of Sir Thomas More and Thomas Cromwell.

The Big Bus (midtown and downtown loops)

The guides felt like they’d come from a casting call to get the Most New Yorkers and it’s touristy as hell but a good way to get a sense of the city.

Circle Line Sightseeing Cruise

We were tipped off not to go to the Statue of Liberty itself – you’ll just stand around in queues – but to see it from a sightseeing cruise, which was a good move. At low tide this cruise goes all the way around Manhattan: at high tide, when we went, it goes up the East River, down again, then up the Hudson, because the bridges on the Harlem River are too low. The guide’s knowledge of New York architecture and urban infrastructure eventually wore out my patience, and that’s saying a lot, but it was still fascinating, and it’s a city that looks incredible from the water.

The more touristy a thing you do in New York, the more the people around you are Americans rather than other folks from overseas. I kind of exasperated a lady from Wisconsin by pointing out things like the UN building and noting that we were near Spanish Harlem — “how do you know all these things and you’re not even American?!?”

The Brooklyn Museum

This was great although it felt like we didn’t have time to do it justice. Really strong on African-American, gay/lesbian/queer/trans and feminist history. The pass included entry to the botanical gardens, which are also lovely, but Prospect Park (just up the road) is free, bigger and better.

The Color Factory

An art installation / Instagram trap in SoHo which was honestly a lot of fun, but we may not have bothered had it not been on the pass.

The 9/11 Museum

This was good, but it took much longer than the two hours recommended for it, and it’s sad, in both the obvious ways and in strange, hard-to-articulate ones.

Skyscrapers

We didn’t go to the Empire State Building or One World Trade: instead we booked a table at Bar Sixty-Five in 30 Rockefeller Plaza, which isn’t up quite as high but has great views, is a beautiful space and doesn’t have an entry fee. We just had an expensive drink, rather than an expensive meal. Even if you have an inside table, you can go outside to take selfies.

The outside tables have a minimum spend of something like $80 a head. It rained a bit when we were there and the staff ordered all the outside customers in and kept them there: I don’t know if they still insisted on the minimum spend but I hope not.

Theatre

Don’t get cheap tickets in Times Square, you’ll waste half a day in a queue in Times Square. There’s a far better cheap tickets place at the Lincoln Center with the same shows as Times Square but no lines, the queues are inside, and it’s a much nicer area.

But the best way is TodayTix, which is an app you buy tickets on and then pick them up from a concierge outside the theatre.

Going to the theatre in NYC is far less leisurely than it is in Australia: there’s much less hanging around in foyers and many theatres don’t have one to speak of. You show up, you go in, you see the show, that’s it, get out. This is good! You’re a tourist, you don’t have time to dawdle! We saw no curtain calls but everything got a standing ovation, which is the opposite of Sydney crowds.

The audiences are ON THEIR PHONES ALL THE TIME. I say that to Sydney people and they roll their eyes and go “like in Sydney” and I say, no, you have no idea how much worse it is. But the are also very friendly and chatty, especially if they hear an Australian accent, and will ask you what you’ve seen and what they think you should see. Everyone told us to see Oklahoma! and they were right, it was terrific.

Music

If you know who John Zorn is and like his sort of stuff, The Stone is his curated venue: the main location is now at the New College in the Village. No bookings, $20 cash on the door, a very friendly crowd, and even if the show doesn’t come off (as improv/experimental often doesn’t) the chat from the regulars will make it worthwhile. I didn’t see as much music as I’d planned to but the show I saw here (Zeena Parkins, Ikue Mori and William Winant) was amazing.

The Hush Birthplace of Hip-Hop Harlem and the Bronx tour was not too cheap but an absolute highlight of my trip: they also do bus and walking tours of Brooklyn.

Miscellaneous

The way Australians pronounce the letter ‘a’ is inaudible to Americans. You have to say “water” in an American accent for them to have any idea what you’re asking for.

Compared to Australian capital cities, New York is a friendly town, but it moves faster.

New York City doesn’t have enough public toilets. I thought the ones at the Port Authority bus terminal on 42nd would be awful, but they were surprisingly good. Toilets in parks were all surprisingly decent although the older ones in Central Park are really old, so they’re pokey, if clean. The worst I used were in Penn Station, but no-one would try using them unless they had to go inside Penn Station.

Missing Out: In Praise of the Unlived Life

Adam Phillips, Picador, 2012

I had never heard of Adam Phillips until I picked up this book in a remainder store. I have an ambivalent reaction to psychoanalysis, in the strict sense: I find it fascinating, but I’ve always been a little repelled by it, and have only really engaged with it as literature rather than in clinical practice. Once, about a decade ago, a psychologist gave me a referral to what turned out to be a very strict Freudian in an impressive wood-paneled practice on Macquarie Street, who told me that he generally dealt with executives who were working out issues arising from private school educations. He seemed like a sincere man but we did not click and I couldn’t afford him anyway.

I started Phillips’ book expecting something much more self-help-y but found it full of illuminating and serious writing about Shakespeare, particularly King Lear and Othello, and some interesting ideas on how we might be kinder to ourselves about our regrets and our frustrations. When I was drafting this I found the following lecture (45m plus another 20m of Q&A) called “Against Self-Criticism” which should give you a better idea than I can of what he’s about. Mostly, when I read this sort of literary psychoanalytical work, I’m just distracting myself (scowls at Žižek) but I am a very self-critical person, and so reflecting on why that’s not good, and what I can do about it, is very pertinent to what I’m going through at the moment. So I suppose it did end up being self-help-y after all.