The WDC Madame Tussaud’s and Edward Kennedy at Arlington National Cemetery

Next it was back to my old stomping grounds, The District of Columbia to see the Madame Tussaud’s which had opened there as well as Ted Kennedy’s grave next to his brothers Robert and Jack.  But before I got down there traveling South on 1-95 the New Jersey Turnpike I decided to turn off and in for the night.  Staying at the Quality Inn in Carney’s Point which is a sprawling old motel here parked was the being trucked around discover the disorder attraction tasking you into the heart of COPD, “The Journey to the Center of the Lung”.  http://www.morethanmedicine.us.gsk.com/blog/2010/06/journey-to-the-center-of-the-lung.html   Visualization is an important part of any process and I wished I could of as I from asthma right inot the border of COPD loved to have stayed and taken the ride but alas!@ it was off top Madame Tussaud’s in downtown DC to check it off the list of attractions which this blogger has not seen.

The figures were a mix of Presidents, other political figures and other sports and entertainment giants , as expected (top heavy onthe Prez bunch).  For likenesses the Ronald Reagan was a du (too tyoung too comical once its off its off to expensive to try again ) but , the George W. Bush was right on.  barack and Michelle who must have  been somewhat new were poised and seen comfortable with each other as well as their guests.

Moving over Madonna sucked as she sat on a purple couch in a black suit in a semi obscene pose Johnny Depp was a good like ness but look disheveld and with a hangover.  Biggie Smalls was killa in a fresh white suit and hat as if raised right there from the dead  Kudos to a well posed shirtless Tupac Shakur (if you were missing either of them).  Now Marion Bary the several time notorious ex mayor the  district (who Ihave met on several occassions) was smiling and had a high degreeof versimilitude.

King Tut

So later in that summer of 2010 (as it all gets hazy now as the writing is now so far behind) this writer saw the king Tut (Tutankhamen …see I knew we had something in common actually Khamen is inside something a series of coffins not to mention the wrappings) exhibition at the new discovery center in the former printing press area of the old New York Times headquarters (the Journal’s second of three in the Times Square midtown area).  This exhibition was remarkable in that this time it do not visit the Metropolitan Museum of Art (its venue last time around during the reign of Thomas Hoving which virtually invented the term blockbuster exhibition) but found it precincts in the aforementioned venue associated with National Geographic. This time the famous gold inlaid covering for the boy King did not travel from the museum of Egyptology in Cairo but the chariot upon which he may  have died did as well as I believe his grandmother (or what is left of her).

The most amazing thing here was the video of how they took the remains the mummy of the young ruler out to test his DNA to basically establish conclusively the line of the Amarna Pharaonic dynasts and that Akhenaten the very famous monotheist was in fact Tutankhamen’s father.  What also marked this exhibit was that certain items in the gift shop’s proceeds were labeled as going to the then Egyptian First Lady Suzanne Mubarak’s so named Children’s Museum  http://www.almasryalyoum.com/en/node/471859  and of course  it would not be that long later that her husband the President would be toppled.

So in 2011 of Hosni Mubarak was the second to go in a line of Arab leaders to fall or widen their perspective so as to not fall from power.   Being a tour guide and visiting a tomb (Grant’s of course) I added this to my repertoire…. The interior sarcophogi of Ulysses s. and Julia Dent Grant are based upon that of Napoleon Bonaparte at Les Invalides in Paris who  we will all know was not interred in one piece may he rest in pieces as opposed to  Groucho Marks’ joke “Who’s buried in Grants’ Tomb?’ …, nobody he’s (they are ) entombed, as opposed to Pharaoh who was entombed with a little help form his friends “born in Arizona, moved to Babylonia”… got a place in Time Square, King Tut, …..that was last year so were the Mubaraks, so was Qaddafi (Ghaddafi, Khaddaffi what have you) Syria is a Assad sad situation

King Tut Did Big Anubisness

(to the tune of Elton John’s Sorry Seems to be the Hardest Word),…Oh he done one gone, oh Kim Jong was Ill (done as a rap).

Though missing the extravaganza at the which coincided with my Bar Mitzvah year (the Steve Martin tune was always played to throngs of wild children at such events) , in Cairo several years later I saw the  effigy of the boy king in the midst of dysentery, bus accidents, lotus blossoms and a tired out polar bear at the Cairo zoo plopped down under a waterfall.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                             

cut and paste in haste from here to see a slideshow Anubis’s entry into New York –  http://heritage-key.com/blogs/helen-atkinson/giant-anubis-poses-ticket-tout-new-york-king-tut-exhibition-stunt#slideshow

Mandy Patinkin at the Stage Door December,2011

Mandy Patinkin at the Stage Door of Mandy Patinkin and Patti Lupone on Broadway NYC- December, 2011

Hugh Jackman at the Stage Door on Broadway November 25, 2011

Hugh Jackman at the Stage Door of Hugh Jackman Back on Broadway November 25, 2011

Chace Crawford in Between Takes on the Set of Gossip Girl

Chace Crawford in Full Evening Wear on the Set of Gossip Girl in Between Takes

Blowing Bubbles on Broome Servus Snape at the Stage Door

Bubbles at the Corner of Mulberry and Broome

Blowing Bubbles on Broome and Mulberry

Alan Rickman aka Servus Snape at the Stage Door

Ice T on the Set of Law and Order Iask Where Is He- He is Looking right at me- I need Some Ice Coffee

ice T on the Set of Law and Order

Car Changes, New Hotel, Happy Birthday

Jean-Louis Bourgeois Blowing out the Candles for Number Seventy

On the way back from Clermont  Neil and I stayed at the Days in Ridgefiled, Conneticut with the great indian restaurant Thali which is also right down route seven from the Little Pub in Wilton. In fact the whole hotel has a lot of colorful sub continental flourishes and flourishes ina wooded area on the way to the Danbury mall the mall in Danbury where later I would find and return a discarded Bellone hearing aid.

Now I began to switch Toyota Solaras leaving behind my good friend of 200,000 plus mile  together a silver-gray of 2002 for a 2004 with about 40 with some human friends.

Next columnist, National Arts Club stalwart and tour guide late of the making Gary Shapiro took me to the seventieth birthday of foremost adobe expert and scion of artist Louise Bourgeois in a gorgeous wext village wraparound aartment suposedly purchased from Rupaul. (later I thought to write his wiki bio)

Now I said goodbye to my best friend my car as I got a new used white solara with just shy of 50,000 miles.  After I saved the first on from an old man salivating over its parts to be sold off like internal organs from a cadaver.  Eventually it went to a friend a still life painter mention earlier n this blog’s history and eventually to the friend it was going to go to first and it was driven almost all by this blogger all the way across the nation in late 2011 and left behind in California in the golden sun just shy of 250,poo miles.

From the Shopping Mall Poem of Arabia Book 2

–Book 2 of The Shopping Mall Poem of Arabia–

A truly toothpicked towering creation

Laid upon marble bread layerings and foundations

The Burj al Turkey on Rye

with a piece of black lettuce

Representing Tom Cruise in the latest installment of Misssion Impossible

Hanging down over the side

Was never Bahrain

Strapped tightly in

From overhead

After heading over To Ferrari World;

Beautiful boys frolicking with their parents in a seaside pool in Fujairah

Canon balls no such thing as Modesty

Bus tour guide comes by smiling

Scandinavians Russians

I am caught across From the Mall of the Emirates

by the recreation of the old souk

and have to make it across the road for the book signing

by the exiled Prime Minister of Thailand Thaskin

Only so much vanity to bask in

An Emerati needs my table and I am up and around still able

“Poverty’ is the tome’s label

The United Arab Emmerichs Andre, not Jeffrey, actually it is

Larry, Gagosian who leads The Abu Dhabi shiekhs

Towards giant Jeff Koons cracker jacks rings

Well after all oil came out of the ground

Like the prize out of the stencil on foil covered box

and as the woman with black hair In a black top

Behind the wheel of the black Audi coupe automobile

Will tell you Via her liscence plates “I Love Oil”

The Burj al Khalifa the Shiekh shack baby yeah!

The clothes are almost unwearable

The heat is just unbearable

Sex sells Where it doesn’t even exist

The empty quarter is the one the person walking  next to you picks up

the one which you missed

With the  Bridge of the Horns

Eventually will come

Transcontinental access to the Haj in Mecca

Via a  mass pilgrimage overpass

and Super cities on both sides of the Red Sea divide

of the world’s longest suspension bridge

Has been was is Bin Laden is not Aladdin

is not  anon laden Tarek not Osama

In and on the Horns of Arabian and Africa

Where the situation is starvation and is not

Tonight at the Khalifa

The Burji Boys tonight

Tom Cruise is on a mission

Tom Cruise is a muscle hanging off of the middle

of the of the Burj al Khalifa

Tom Cruise is a Burji Guy

This poem is not about broke out of work malfeasant poets

who couldn’t get fucked by an Angry Jesus

if they were part of Occupy Calvary

and need to be put up against a wall and power hosed in black golduntil they resemble a deep South Aboriginal

or coal

This Shopping Mall Poem of the Emirates is going up 24 hours a day by order of the Emir

but offers connections to “Other Desert Cities”

Such as

Doha , Qatar

Palm Springs, California

Tuscon, Arizona

Tripoli, Libya

Marrakech, Morocco

and

Las Vegas, Nevada

Otherwise once deserted cities

such as

Hiroshima

Nagasaki

New Orleans

and

Detroit

Other deserted cities

upon the fruited plain

Seafood and other desserted cities

Upon the fruited plain

Other deserted cities upon the fruity plains

Other deserving cities

Some deserted cities are in the desert

while other deserted cities are on the fruity plain

Russian boys in speedos with dildos

in repose I suppose and the feeling grows

to do hot yoga in the Emirates I suppose

just with more clothes

The bridge of horniness

we will cross that bridge when it is built

There is a place called Queens and also a Queensland

the first being the borough of Queens in the city of New York

and Queens county in the State of New York

but there are probably other geographical entities where the plural or plural possessive

becomes the name

but in this case it was not a plurlaity

but apossesssive

the Queen in question

having been

Catherine of Barganza

the Queen consort of James ll of Great Britain

Who had too many beers?

Archie Bunker, too many people had too many beers

everywhere it seems except for in the Emerati Shopping mall Poem

Where the beverage can only be had at your hotel or your hotel

in the shopping mall poem

In this the best of all possible worlds

I would rise up again into a Vanilla Sky

A Gold sneaker turnaround

Mercedes electroplate corridor

Tom Cruise was a missile who grab the shaft of the Khalifa

and did not let go

Everybody Screaming holy Murder at Barney’s over absolutely Gaga

but as far as artists go Barneys as far artists go thats Matthew

Artists performance and otherwise are going ape shit over the GAGA boudoir

supoposedly stolen fro Colette

but Barney’s the high end retailer is owned by the Government of Dubai  http://www.nytimes.com/2007/06/23/business/23barneys.html

where Miss Germanoota

just might wind up int he cooler in her meat dress

Welll to

Yet unemployed youths in Dubai

come to play video games

here in the shoppping mall poem

Opacman first and foremost

first and foremost Opacman

Target is by Target

but here in this poem target is by Ralph Lauren

Dramatized scene wear for those high bounty prizes

engaged in all that was about to have been

Oil ministers, black market businessmen, teroorist hit squad leaders

ex-government chiefs in exile

There is more to the Mossad  than does not hit the eye

The Mossad is now friends with the Emerati Shopping Mall Poem

whilst before they were just people they might know

There is no cash bar in the casbah

Clermont

 

Clermont Interior

Not that long after the second Prince Harry Govenor’s Island Polo Match with my asthma flying like a proverbial polo ball my friend Neil returned from whence he was lost in the southwest and we ventured together upstate towards the twilight zone town of Hudson replete with antique dealers and misplaced uber artists.  Of course as part of the pitifully impossible quest to know everything historic in relation to being a tour guide in NYC  the sep had to eventually be made at the estate of the first chancellor of the state of New York and the man who as such administered the oath of office to the first president of the united States George Washington. I would have visited it earlier of course had known of its exact  existence.  A lovely place on the river here replaced an earlier Livingston manor and generations of Livingston to occupy it a dowager who donated it and one of the guides informed that the Bushes and many other were Livingstons she presumed.