library, I felt very upbeat because I had just obtained a rush ticket for The Crucible for tonight. A nice seat in the orchestra, while others in front of me were getting partial view box seats Why? Maybe because I asked directly for a rush, and did not specify where I wanted it. That is always my style. Maybe other reasons, but the ticket is mine.
Frustrations abound: can't seem to find the right post that shows the true flyer for the anti gentrification Flatbush march on August 13. Messages go back and forth, I don't see why the person who was picked to do the drawing on the flyer could not have been at the meeting last Saturday. Now a lot of e-mails are being thrown around and but none of the changes that we spoke of have been incorporated, as far as I know. Maybe I still have trouble processing the right way to use the internet.
Then there are the "night" issues---much theater to see, but also could be flyering for the event on July 24 at the Museum. Somehow, all these schedules and different choices are making me woozy.
Well, we wills see how it all plays out.
Yesterday, visited Mike at FUREE, actually he had to go to the projects on Third Avenue so I accompanied him there and we walked as we talked. Things seem to going okay at FUREE, nice to see one of the members who Mike is working closely with at the projects as we passed by. Left Mike at the Park Slope location of FUREE's lead not for profit sponsor (names are quickly escaping me as I write this) and wandered to coffee shop on fourth and Garfield and read some of Middlemarch, Amazingly, I am approaching its end. I think I understand what Eliot was getting at in the novel.The true question the novel raises is how does a woman who is bright and sensitive, but who can only exist in a closed framework of marriage, survive and deal with all of this. For Eliot in this novel, marriage is not the end all---indeed the two women who she most focuses on feel a tremendous sense that they are trapped in this world that they once believed in so hopefully. Would like to read some criticism of the book once I finish it.
After coffee,walked through the Slope (fourth avenue to Prospect park) and then across Union to the library. Every time that I move through a street in the slope, I try to imagine it for the last 40 years. Is this really the slope that I discovered in the late sixties, a kind of strange, quiet (seventh avenue) exotic neighborhood that really did not even touch sixth avenue and where some of the people my age (twenties) were moving to and enjoying it? Remember how cheap it was...? Memories, memories---stayed in the library for about an hour. Hungry for some "action" but passed by Soda on Vanderbuilt (I walked north after I left the library) and settled for a nice sandwich at Outpost---while I was there read first act of Hayley Feiffer's play about a playwright father figure that was presented last year. Not sure what I wanted to do after leaving Outpost, had some room for a beer, and god knows there are enough places around there to have them. but was hit by a fatigue wave, felt the best thing would be just to go home and rest. Which is just what I did, fell asleep quickly, woke up around 12, walked around the block and got some yogurt, then returned home and slept till about 5. Woke up feeling refreshed and with a fairly relaxed (not overwhelmed) stomach. All in all a good choice to get home early and stay there.
Baseball season is at the half way mark, with no baseball scores to receive on the radio or contemplate standing changes, I feel kind of empty. All star break has always been off putting to
me, but never have I quite been annoyed at the stoppage of games. Well, must wait until Friday.
So, tonight The Crucible, will report on all tomorrow....
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