Thursday.....

one more day to Fringe.
Tonight: will attend BAN meeting from 6:30 to around 9, then off to DROM for Fringe beginning party. Kind of an interesting contrast---from the activists to the artists---and never the twain should meet...? Possibly. Anyway, tonight will reveal all.
Yesterday: after lesson with  Yasaly, decided not to return home---a train to 14th street, and eighth---had a nice (but expensive) smoothie on 8th and 15th corner, then walked across town---first time traversing 15th between 7th and 6th---kind of an amazing block with all kinds of interesting architecture---always wonder what block was like 45 years ago. It looks great now. Never knew anyone living around there in the 70's. Crossed 15th street, stopped at Barnes and Nobles and finally arrived at the wine bar Veloce where I met up with Monica---our one summer meeting before school starts.
Interesting conversation, we discussed many students and teachers---interesting to get her take on them which is sometimes very different than mine. Her child is approaching 3--should be an interesting time for her. Also got some news about some of the graduates---more about that some other time. Lots of energy in the conversation---looking forward to beginning of school year.
Afterwards, interesting walk south and second and then first. Ran into 2013 graduates Amina and Peter while I was sitting outside a starbucks---had a good conversation with both of them. Then crossed Houston as I pondered whether I should go to a movie---found an interesting place on Allen with fairly inexpensive food and a TV watching an important baseball game, but had already had hot dog from Nathan's so just had to watch through the window---will try it again some time.
Saw End of the Tour at Angelica--the move about David Foster Wallace and David Lipsky. Written Donald Margolies, a playwright whose work I know well. Had that kind of intellectual patina that he brings to some of his plays---perhaps needed a little more gut. Ultimately enjoyed it, made me consider some aspects about the drive for fame that artists have, but a bit too intellectual and clinical in the long run. Wallace comes off as being so self aware and balanced in his conception of himself---hard to believe this man was driven to suicide about 10 years later. Am glad I went, needed simply to be in a movie theater for a time, after all the evenings in the past few days I have simply spent watching baseball---definitely needed to move in a different zone---returned home pretty tired---went to sleep quickly (that is good for me) and slept well to the morning.
So today begins, will report on events tomorrow....