so cityboy went....

to see Thief, the Michael Mann movie, made in the early eighties, starring an intense James Caan. This is a harsh, brutal film, very well shot--Caan plays a professional thief who is often close to psychopathic. There is a lot of ugliness in this movie---was it riveting? Somewhat. But my focus never shifted, there was always something, some color, some focus to look at. Mann is an incredibly strong film maker---I hope to see Heat later this summer, when it is shown at the Metrograph.
   Just found out that I could have seen a free showing of Get Out, a movie that I have heard so much about but have not been able to see. Sad, I would have liked to...but the message got to me too late.
  After the movie, which was shown at BAM, I was tired, but promised myself I would not just scoot home---and since it was the first day back after the all star game for major league baseball, and Mullane's was very close to the cinema---went there for a beer. It's a nice place, I am getting comfortable there---but last night no conversation---was able to watch the Yankee Red Sox game for about two innings---actually Doyle, the gentleman whom I had spoken with there on Tuesday made an appearance, but he sat at the other end of the bar---I did not make any attempt to go over to him and start a conversation. I think I was in a very "James Caan" mode---ready to curse anyone out who either got in my way, or said something about baseball that I disagreed with. Luckily no chance for that happened---I curbed my "inner fury", payed for my drink and walked to the Q train for the trip home.
 This morning, feeling very optimistic and independent---a birthday party for a friend of mine is planned for the afternoon in Williamsburg, so that is what I am looking forward to. The birthday person, my friend Todd, has two sisters who graduated from Hopkins---so they should be fun to talk to. There is also an activist picnic this afternoon in Prospect Park---I would love to go to that as well, but it is about at the same time---and getting from the Park to Williamsburg---well, even with cityboy's incredible ingenuity about navigating Brooklyn--this seems like a tough stretch, so I will simply opt for the party. After that..? Well who knows. I made a decision not to make plans for the evening---I just wanted to go to the party and let what happens , happen and take it from there. So it could mean anything. I am not really up for another movie this weekend, but nothing is etched in stone. Lots of other options---I long to take a long walk around the streets---Union, Crown, Montgomery---that form  the epicenter of Southern Crown Heights---the heart of the next gentrification battleground--but don't know if I will do that today or tomorrow.
   Tentative schedule for tomorrow is to begin my Brooklyn visit at Cobra---hang out with bartender Matt and watch some baseball---then the journey continues, and I usually end up at South Fourth. I might contact my friend Zach, who lives in Williamsburg about visit in the late afternoon or evening--got to catch up with him, and that is always fun. Anyway, will report on Monday...