Guggenheim First Fridays – Art After Dark

Last evening I went to the First Friday’s party at the Gugg. An evening gig starting around 6 and ending near 12 or 1 am. The last few times I’ve been there were great djs, musicians, to accompany the excellent exhibit. This evening everything fell flat. There was a significant line as usual with typically slow staff in front getting people in. What was more deceiving about this evening, they were still setting up the exhibit, the Shapes of Space, which wasn’t even extended to the last two floors of the hall.

Nouvelle Vague was the Live music at the Guggenheim this evening. I wasn’t too impressed but the acoustics for live bands in the hall are atrocious. Ricocheting up and down the Gugg making for terrible sound unless you’re right up front. I didn’t get much from my vid (behind the stage) but supmag did here:


Billy Idol

Dead Kennedys

More Pictures of the event:

And last a video of one of the more interesting parts of the exhibit, the sound synced lighted dancefloor (from the Guggenheim site: “Piotr UklaÅ„ski’s adaptable wall-to-wall installation Untitled (Dance Floor) (1996) transforms the institutional space of the museum or gallery into a sound-synchronized, light-flashing disco, subverting the normal use of the site and encouraging visitors to dance, mingle, and otherwise interact with one another.”

Doughnut holes are made of the same thing as the hole in your toilet seat, but nobody ever publicizes that. Megan Coughlin

What do you do when you find a guy passed out?

Today I was walking back from a meeting in Tribeca when passing Canal on W. Broadway I spot a guy passed out hanging off the curb, behind a pretzel street vendor. The guy had a cart and was wearing unwashed clothes so I assumed he was homeless. Standing over him was a traffic cop, a passerby and the vendor, all seemed to be arguing or trying to decide what to do.

I made the assumption he wasn’t dieing (because no one was working on him) and I also assumed that the cop had either called some assistance or was at least taking control of the situation. However, I was put off by the situation because the vendor was arguing with the cop to get the guy moved, saying it was killing his business and the cop was not willing to do anything until someone “more qualified” had arrived. The passerby seemed to be there just for curiosity sake and the cop had no interest in the person laying on the ground.

I had mixed feelings in that, I wondered if there was something more that could be done, however, seeing that a person of public moral authority was involved (a traffic cop) I assumed this situation would be resolved with the man’s health and safety of utmost priority. I walked away not feeling so certain.

Several weeks ago, I was passing Rue 57 in MidTown and about a quart of a block up, I witnessed a older gentleman walking towards me. Then with no warning, grab his chest and fall limp to the ground. Several people around him saw this and immediately rushed to roll him over and check if he was breathing, a pulse and if he was ok. As I speed up my walk closer these same people were readily available to go to this persons need, without knowing him checking his safety and calling for assistance (9-1-1).

Thinking this through, what would you do if you came across a guy passed out on the street. I think the initial (or more careful) reaction is to assess their own safety first before getting involved. For instance, is the guy passed out in a dark alley way or in plane view of others, does he look menacing, dirty, homeless, or is he dressed as a businessman. Also would you be in danger of the same result (something falling from a building, or this person had fallen on something). Some however, feel the urge to save their fellow man before thinking if they themselves would be at risk.

In the case of the man in midtown, he was older, white and seemingly more affluent. Those close by were not threatened by his appearance and it seemed apparent he was suffering from a heart attack or some other affliction that required an ambulance. In the case of the homeless man, he was also older, black and not affluent. Additionally his symptoms of ailment were not immediately known (passers by might assume he was passed out from drugs, alcohol or just sleeping).

In any event, I would go to the aid of a fellow person and have done this in the past. When I was a kid, I saved another kid from drowning at camp. The event itself was a little traumatic and I have a hard time remembering all the details. Ever since, I’ve made sure I’m CPR certified. If you’re not, it’s a great skill to have just in case to save a friend, family member or other person in need.

How-to-steps for CPR

Better yet, find a class near you