Friday morning.....

at the Lincoln Center Library---away four days, the last three because of work. Beautiful day---should turn out to be even better as the day goes by. Read George Packer's short article in the New Yorker about the President and his Republican Congress. It is very depressing---just when I was feeling good about "things" in general, at least about my input in the past three days, comes this brutal assessment of what is to come. But how does it effect me, in particular?  How does the economics of one person's life, intersect with the current administration's brutal vision? Lots more discussion needed.
    On perhaps a more easier note---the Light Years, written by the Debate Society, was long and sometimes unfocused, but the great and meaningful moments came through. I left feeling very moved, then found out that the child performer in the play, who looked very familiar to me, was in fact a student from Friends, whom I had worked with in the past few months. I had a nice talk with he and his mother, than a longer one with Eric, one of the other actors in the play, about what they were going for. Nice feeling to think that I was giving both Eric and Graydon (the child actor) positive feedback, since it was only the third performance and the actors were really feeling their way through the piece. Afterwards headed to South Fourth where I had a good conversation with Noah and Harlo, the husband and wife who were there on Sunday evening. Left the place feeling very good about things.
 Monday: a strange day---very little contact with people---meandered in the morning and then headed to Brooklyn, hung out at Cobra for a while, then time to travel. But where?  Since I was headed towards BAM eventually, maybe to see one of the movies showing there, I took the L to the Junction, then exited---had a choice of walking down Broadway or Fulton towards BAM; I chose the latter, actually took the 25 bus up to Classon, tried to see what was happening as the bus moved through the southern border of Bed-Stuy (or northern border, if you like, of Crown Heights). Always interesting, Once I got off I was stunned by the new buildings between Classson and Clinton, and put off by the empty lots, preparing to become luxury apartrments, between Clinton and Clermont Avenue. Building building, building, where will it end. Reached BAM, but found myself too tired to wait for a movie time, and headed home, early in preparation for the next day of work at Friends.
 These last three days have gone by in a blur---I am grateful for a little free time today---a litttle "emotional space." Some play possibilities over the weekend---not sure which I will go to and when, will report probably tomorrow on the rest of the day.