the weekend...

what happened after the Saturday blog post? Well, it was off to Nostrand and President, the Ede Fox headquarters, where again I was asked to visit apartment houses and talk to people about Ede. I really did not want to do it, and the area where we were sent--in gentrified Prospect Heights, near the Museum, was where the candidate had been a few days earlier. Our trip really produced nothing--people in that area, mostly white and self involved were disinterested and "nasty" in their responses. As I said to the young intern who was accompanying me, "there must be a better way of doing this".
And what do I want out of it. Am I beginning to feel detached? I told, Tyler, the campaign manager, that I could come around on Wednesday afternoon and do some date entry. Will follow up on that; that may be where I would be most helpful.
And it was hot! But as I walked north on the east side of Nostrand, a little past Eastern Parkway, on my way home, two gentlemen from the barbershop saw my Brooklyn Is Not For Sale shirt, and were excited by it. They wanted one for themselves--this was very heartening, the highlight of my Brooklyn visit---and I promised that I would get them one. Am working on it now.
That evening I returned to Brooklyn---but another part of it---Williamsburg to see a one woman show at the Brick. Earlier in the month, I had met the director and she had told me about this piece, part of the not normal festival at the Brick. I was a little tired after the campaigning, but once I arrived at the Lorimer station on the L, and hit the sidewalks, I felt invigorated! Something about being in that part of Williamsburg turned me on. I was happy to see the project---it was about a young woman's discovery of her lesbian feelings and how it dovetailed with her devotion and commitment to the Catholic Church. Unpretentious and honest, it had a nice innocence about it and held my interest---a little too long, but then that is a common problem with these projects. Saw my friend Sarah there and spoke to her for a while--she is directing a reading on Wednesday at 9, and I will go to that.Wandered around the Lorimer area for a little while after the play (a lovely night) and ended up having pizza at the place on Graham, a little north of the subway station---they make very good, very rick pizza.
    Sunday, followed up on my decision to go to the Museum of Moving Image and see the independent movie that Anthony Rapp starred in. A very strong movie about a man living an unhappy life in Schenectedy who is able to contact a young man in Jamaica with whom he starts an on line romance. The young man seems serious, but is he? Anthony gave a strongly realistic performance---I could tell he really believes in the script, and so did the actor playing his would be lover. The movie is intense---and great to watch in the screening room in the museum---some of the back story for Anthony's character stretches believeability, but the passion is there.
Also, this was my first time at the Museum---a really interesting and person friendly place, that I hope to return to soon.
 The Museum is in Astoria, and going to it gave me the chance to wander around a bit. Astoria still remains low lying---part of the route from the N train to the Museum, reminded me of my old neighborhood in the Bronx. I had a nice bagel and tuna fish near Steinway Street and then took the R, two stops to Hunters Point in LIC and got off. Had a very rich cheese danish at the local diner (fun to go into an old diner---they are becoming more and more extinct, and then since my stomach was full, decided to walk across the Kosciosko bridge which goes from LIC to Greenpoint. A long walk in the heat, but I was determined and I did it.
Finally, I ended up at South Fourth---just in time to find out that my friend Harlo had just left--so I hung out there for a while---finally felt tired from all the walking, and returned home.
I fell asleep very quickly, but then awoke around 1, and had trouble sleeping the rest of the way (too much ice coffee at South Fourth?) The usual recriminations and self ruminations, followed. Finally dawn approached, light came into the apartment, and I was free to go out and live through another day.