you know what that means---have to be up for it cityboy, now pretty rested, it is cold outside.
Last night, decided not to venture down to the Vineyard for Roosevelvis, too cold, and I was tired (and had stuffed myself on the chocolate I received as a Christmas present in the afternoon. Just went home, rested, read a few Updike short stories, they are very good for what they do, but can't read too many, style of these short stories never changes; time to start a new novel, or book. Could read about the Elizabethan age, supplementing my interest in Shakespeare, but don't know if I want to take a book out for that. Maybe a novel, still can't track down The Actress, written by my "queen of trash" (that is really not fair, because she actually writes very well) Amy Sohn.
So, over the weekend, there are three possibilities; the aforementioned Roosevelvis (maybe Thursday), my friends the Assembly (can miss this because I have seen it twice, but like them enough to go again) and now Julia Jarcho's much praised play at Jack, with its really crazy schedules. Then there is also the half straddle group, which I probably will get to next week. Plus on Friday, Sibyl's reading and the project at 10 P.M. at Dixon Place, performed by the guy I met at Flako's project at Bushwick Starr. How much will you really do? How much should you do...? No real answer to that question, trying to balance a lot of interests, how will it all play out...?
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