the weekend continued...

Saturday afternoon: basically rested---got ready for my visit to the Whitney to see Sibyl's pageant celebrating the Fall solstice. Got to what we now call the Meatpacking district very early, wandered around the museum area, tried to figure out who was living in all the luxury housing that had recently been built. One building, directly parallel to the Museum on Horatio Street seems enormous, does it stretch backwards north to Gansevoort Street? Cityboy could only find one entrance. Anyway, entered the Whitney and prepared for the pageant. It was the usual Sibyl vision---statements filled with earth pronouncements with a little whimsy added. It took place on one of the platforms outside on the Whitney's sixth floor. A perfect night for it---soft and cool, the beginning of Fall. And yet I could not really give myself to it--as the pageant unfolded, I found myself considering my own energy--what it was, what I wanted. I payed attention as much as I could, but my mind wandered. I spent a lot of time looking at my fellow revelers, curiously I only saw one of the "Indie theater practitioners" who know and have worked with Sibyl over the years, at the pageant. Apparently she has built her own audience for this---really good.I participated in the final moment, when we were invited to lie down on the floor of the Whitney and remember our bodies, but again, I could not really get into it. Still, I expect to go to the next (and last) one in December. Will enjoy it if it is an early morning event.
  Afterwards, I was hungry, but instead of looking for a place around the Museum (would be expensive) I, for some reason entered the High Line, which begins caddy corner to the Museum and walked on it all the way up to 23rd street. Not very crowded, a few couples, some making out (it is a great make out space at that time) and a few small groups. All food complexes closed. Not sure why I chose to do this---seemed propelled by some energy that was pushing me towards 23rd street. Could look into some of the luxury apartments that were right on the High Line's boundaries. When I arrived at 23rd, I thought of going into the bar Half Moon, right next to the High Line, (usual bar food, all over $10.00) but it seemed "not of my kind", and instead, opted for a piece of cheap (and not bad) pizza on Ninth Avenue. After that, it was just home.
  Yesterday, did the usual Sunday trek to Cobra in the late morning---watched some of the Yankee game and later the football game---had a nice salad at a nearby place-then took the DeKalb bus to BAM and decided to see the Michael Moore movie. Very intense---beautifully edited--it skillfully gives out a great deal of information---some parts of it seem overblown--but generally a very strong experience. I wonder how many people will allow themselves to see and contemplate its issues---it really is about apathy and acceptance of a really dismal political order that exists now. But so many people have "insulated' themselves against really dealing with these issues. They have accumulated enough money---are sports freaks or theater freaks or whatever. And how does this pertain to the issues that I am fighting against in the city now?  A lot to think about and deal with.
  Tonight the first BAN meeting after the march. I have a feeling it will be pretty easy---should be over pretty early--not sure what (if anything) I will do afterwards. Will report tomorrow.