GOP convention Web site goof: Where in the world is El Museo del Barrio?

[Khephra]

Mayor Michael Bloomberg has pledged to be the "perfect host" for the Republican National Convention next month.

If only his knowledge of the geography of the city were as polished as his manners.

On the RNC's Web site, Bloomberg lists his 10 favorite sightseeing destinations, including Sylvia's Restaurant, the Cloisters, Central Park, the Staten Island ferry route, the Bronx Zoo, the Brooklyn Promenade _ and El Museo del Barrio, which he said is in Washington Heights.

Trouble is, El Museo del Barrio is in East Harlem, sometimes called El Barrio, which is home to a large Puerto Rican community. Washington Heights, a few miles to the northwest, is the center of the city's Dominican community.

http://www.newsday.com/news/local/wire/ny-bc-ny--gopconvention0707jul07,0,5873220.story?coll=ny-ap-regional-wire

[Renew Deal]

1. No biggie

I have lived in NY all my life and I still mix stuff up.

[Cassandra]

2. He must be thinking of...

whatever it is that took over the space from the Museum of the American Indian on 155th Street and Broadway. I know it's a Hispanic organization, I just don't remember which one.

[Gman]

3. Silly you... the GOP doesn't let facts get in the way

[DBoon]

4. No Republican deligate would ever go there anyway

They would neither notice nor care that the information was incorrect.

[jdj]

5. This reminds me of a Gwendolyn Brooks poem "The Lovers of the Poor"

"...Their League is allotting largesse to the Lost.
But to put their clean, their pretty money, to put
Their money collected from delicate rose-fingers
Tipped with their hundred flawless rose-nails seems . . .
They own Spode, Lowestoft, candelabra,
Mantels, and hostess gowns, and sunburst clocks,
Turtle soup, Chippendale, red satin "hangings,"
Aubussons and Hattie Carnegie. They Winter
In Palm Beach; cross the Water in June; attend,
When suitable, the nice Art Institute;
Buy the right books in the best bindings; saunter
On Michigan, Easter mornings, in sun or wind.
Oh Squalor! This sick four-story hulk, this fibre
With fissures everywhere! Why, what are bringings
Of loathe-love largesse? What shall peril hungers
So old old, what shall flatter the desolate?
Tin can, blocked fire escape and chitterling
And swaggering seeking youth and the puzzled wreckage
Of the middle passage, and urine and stale shames
And, again, the porridges of the underslung
And children children children. Heavens! That
Was a rat, surely, off there, in the shadows? Long
And long-tailed? Gray? The Ladies from the Ladies'
Betterment League agree it will be better
To achieve the outer air that rights and steadies,
To hie to a house that does not holler, to ring
Bells elsetime, better presently to cater
To no more Possibilities, to get
Away. Perhaps the money can be posted.
Perhaps they two may choose another Slum!
Some serious sooty half-unhappy home!--
Where loathe-lover likelier may be invested.
Keeping their scented bodies in the center
Of the hall as they walk down the hysterical hall,
They allow their lovely skirts to graze no wall,
Are off at what they manage of a canter,
And, resuming all the clues of what they were,
Try to avoid inhaling the laden air."

[sleipnir]

6. It's "Way the hell up and gone..." as Vonnegut would say...

No one really ever goes up that high, unless you've got business or if you live some of the last reasonable rents in Manhattan proper.

I'll forgive Bloomy this one, I guess, but it's kinda hard to get the East and West side mixed up, unless you're thinking "hey, both sides that high are pretty much 'brown' people and they never vote for me anyway."

Something smells REAL fishy here.....