so it turned out well.....

glad that I went, the "money with mouth" thing was a little exageratted. The march-trip was very well organized, the people, both black and white, were extremely cordial, I believed in the March's sense of purpose; basically, very glad that I went.
what emerged for me from all this, was the sheer insensitivity and aggressiveness of the developers---they seem to lack any kind of human feeling for the protesters or neighborhood people. Are these people so irrelevant....? Anyway, will do more with Furee, if time allows, and hope to talk to others about this.
After that, a fun game of Trivia at South Fourth, lost a chance to see Silver Tassie, but will hear Leyla tonight at Pete's.

putting one's money....

where one's mouth is---today at 12:45, appear at Furee, for their march and "action". Will go, gave my word to the gentleman from the group, but I am still nervous about what "action" means. Still, want to give my support--it is important to make a statement by "doing", rather than by thinking. we'll see how it plays out, and cheek in later.

so yesterday.....

really interesting day, met up with Fred, quite by accident at the Film Forum; good to see him, will contact him probably on Monday; even more interesting event Friday night at The Illusion. Middle aged, plump woman (Kind of attractive) introduces herself to me; dad was her teacher at Monroe, 1965; also told me we dated at one time. Looked in the memory bank long and hard, could not place her; during college I dated dad's students, but not one as you as to have graduated Monroe in 65. Still, she had plenty of information, a really good discussion as we waited for the play to began about parents and children. Then, just as the play was to begin, she told me how we were fixed up; I went out with her twice, but not in college; in 74 right after the break up of my marriage. Totally different physically, she was thin and had a very quiet voice---also remember that after two dates it was clear that we were not going to go to bed---she liked different types of guy---my vulnerablity came into play, it was a time that I was feeling very vulnerable. Immediately after intermission I told her I remembered her, and that she was hung up on Michael Moriarity (big at that time). She acknowledged this, and then something changed---the rest was all "real" banter with her and her husband (nice guy).
What was fascinating was that it was really dad that she remembered, and that so much of the content was about him. So again, it leaves me wondering about ageing---how much do people remember---if you dissappointed someone 36 years ago, what does it mean now (anything?) And if Beth (the woman's name) was so attentive, what of some of the others, some from Hopkins, Darlene, and karen....both of whom now live in the Maryland area.
what would contact be like with them, what value, what can I, with my strong memories, but with this incredibly specific life that I lead now, receive from them or want from them?
Thought about this a lot this morning as I woke up, and lay in bed...today, off to La Flaca, then try to see the play at Collapsable hole this evening.....in between.........

do you remember.....

walking from Flatbush to the library today; God! remember when Prospect Heights was an area you didn't want to go into? How it has evolved to today. As you walk, you try to see the whole 40 years of awareness that you carry with you. Otherwise, faced with the fact of very little work until the Fringe. that is just about a month...so what does that mean....that i have to create my own structure. Hard or easy.....? Not sure....ambivalent about contacting some friends....the heat.....shoot for Measure for Measure tonight. (All star game is boring). So it continues, got to get to Public web site....goodbye blog.....

holday over.....

a new beginning...? Well, atleast I got my teeth cleaned today. Lots of time in front of me. Will probably try to see Measure for Measure tonight; seems like I have to. Yesterday in the broiling heat---took J train to Halsey street and Broadway, the meeting place of Bed-Stuy and Bushwick. Some intresting architecture---not very gentrified around there at all---idea was to then walk back at least to Flushing ave, but heat and bathroom use changed my mind, and I returned to South Fourth.
Nice conversation with Bill about parents' problems, really admire him for going to DC and dealing with it---wonder if I actually will go twice to DC; probably will go for the Clyburne Park adventure.
Fun at South Fourth yesterday---good conversation---meeting people; will definitely return on Wednesday for TRivia---after that who can say....still have not seen a movie...why....?