at the bookstore....

on Bedford and North 6th, looking at all the books I might find interesting to read...ah, I thought, if only one could simply read forever...lose oneself in the vision of others. What heaven! But I have come to this place from somewhere else, helping to petition outside of the Brooklyn Museum, to protest a realtors convention planned for November `17th at the Museum. Lots of people interested, good conversation, but this seems the opposite of the passive if pleasurable idea of reading. Perhaps it is just a sense of well being, of being able to function in both worlds. Still, always see myself as the dreamer at heart---wasn't it in your Freshman year at Hopkins that you read the Scarlet Letter and imagined yourself a literature professor at some college for the rest of your life. Remember that vision---how things have changed!
What a day, after museum took 3 train to Utica, then Utica Avenue bus through Crown Heights, then down Bed Stuy and finally over Broadway through the end of Bushwick and then Williamsburg. Then, after a stop at East River bar (a fun stop) find myself at the bookstore and now at the friendly
computer store in the same complex.
 No work yet for tomorrow, that means it is possible to go to Bushwick Starr party in the evening.
Well, we will see....