angry because I...

can't seem to get the Fringe performance guide on this computer. Last night I learned that my post for the entire Fringe Festival would be at the Players Theater on MacDougal Street. Both theaters, as many as seven box offices a night, maybe more. No days off between the first and last day of the Fringe. Can I do it? I think so, but wanted to get schedule off the web site and as of now, this seems impossible. Will have to do it later at another computer. Anyway, now that the Fringe is in focus, everything seems to move around the next ten days, the days until the Fringe begins.
However, the rest of the weekend:
 Saturday afternoon---very hot---went out to the flyering place on Church and Flatbush, The area is flooded with people of color---many were speaking in French; the few people who noticed my Brooklyn is Not For Sale tea shirt were happy to take a flyer for the August 13th march and were very friendly. Waited a while for some other flyers, but the humidity was destroying me---could only stay about a half hour, soon some other ban members arrived and I let them do most of the flyering, as I walked down Flatbush in search of a pizza place. (I had gotten very hungry) Across the street from the church where I waited there were several cops interrogating two men of color. Imani, one of the heads of BAN taped the encounter from about 20 feet behind the police. This was my first experience observing Cop Watch---really admire Imani for doing this---I doubt if I could. As  walked north on Flatbush towards Prospect Park and Park Slope, could not help but noticing how both Church and Flatbush are such narrow streets, Flatbush in that area also lined with people. Both streets were made for some reason, very narrow, just two lanes, while one could see how they could be more efficient if they were wider. After stopping for Pizza, intense rain came, but so did the Flatbush bus and I took it to the Library. Got off there, thought that I might go in for a bit, but was tired so elected to simply get on the 3 back to Manhattan and go home.
That evening, went to see Don't Think Twice, the Mike Birbiglia film about improvisation. Movie began with pictures of three members of the original Second City comedy group, Andrew Duncan, Eugene Troobnick and Severn Darden. How well I remember them from 61 and onwards, when they were so present in the city. I think they all have passed but to me they are forever young and brilliant.
Movie itself was "nice" enjoyable in its own way. Had some problems with some plot turns, but found it mostly to be a decent fun like movie. Perfect way of spending Saturday evening when I was somewhat tired---much easier sitting in a movie than going to a play. Afterwards went to the Dive Bar on 96th and Amsterdam, gorged myself on buffalo wings (only 5) and had a nice conversation with a guy who is having problems with his live in girl friend.
 Yesterday, not much until the meeting---needed some things worked out, finally got the information that I felt was necessary, have a solid picture of what I think the supervisory line of the fringe will be. A lot of work, for not a lot of money, but will do it. Afterwards, visited South Fourth but not a lot happening there---read a little at the Williamsburg Bean, then went home. T
   Trip home was excruciating, as my subway train was stopped between Bedford and 1st avenue for about 20 minutes--not great to be stopped in a tunnel under the water---but problem was rectified, still felt a tremendous sense of frustration and anger at being trapped down there.
Came home, went to sleep easily, woke up around 3:15 this morning, felt great! So what? What can one do when one feels great at 3:15? Try to put things together until 4:15?  Essentially that is what I did. I marvel that after feeling exhausted yesterday afternoon, I could feel so healthy and alive at 3 in the morning.
After this post, should try to contact WBAI about march on the 13th. Difficult, but I will do it.
Will report tomorrow.