certainly after my visit to the Cornelia Street Cafe---last night, after an interesting day that included a walk from Jefferson Avenue in Bushwick to Fulton Street and Malcolm X Boulevard. Had ambivalent feelings about visiting the cafe---I had not been there in a while--was the closing "my problem?" had to force myself to go there after chilling out in downtown Brooklyn, but the trip was definitely worth it.Saw, Robin, the proprietor, offered him my condolences, but also had interesting and viable conversations with other bar patrons. Of course we discussed the closing---but what got me was just watching the genuine energy that the ambiance of the cafe radiated. What a shame---thinking of all those excellent and courteous people working there who will have to find other jobs. But what I find so upsetting is the fact that in light of the current regulations concerning commercial rent, the landlords had all the power and effectively destroyed the brilliance of the place. Why have we allowed this to happen---being at the cafe yesterday brought the lack of commercial rent control home to me in a hideous way.
What is to be done? I am thinking of calling WNYC on Friday and confronting the Mayor (if they let me get through to him) on his unwillingness to take away the power from commercial landlords. Should I e-mail Corey Johnson- the Speaker of the City Council who has already held hearings about making change on this issue? Something must be done---many of the denizens of the cafe that I chatted with were not even aware of the SJBS---a law that might limit landlord control of commercial properties. Really sad. Can I put the internet to good use as I spread the word? I guess we just have to wait and see.
This sort of negates some other reports, for instance on Saturday afternoon, had a very fun conversation with friends Clint and Kim at Banter, a kind of cool bar on Havemeyer Street. Left feeling very refreshed--went to see the movie Burning, which has gotten good reviews and left after an hour, feeling very bored---the movie simply meandered from one moment to another. Nice coffee at the Quad Bar next door.
Sunday in the early afternoon--at Cobra, and when I left, feeling strong enough to walk a long way. So I walked east on Wycoff and south on Hart, passed the bookstore, Molasses, where I searched for interesting $1.00 books and finished the Bushwick grid, arriving on Broadway and Hart, and entered Bed-Stuy. The bus was slow, and so, despite the cold, I walked south the 15 or so blocks that make up the heart of the neighborhood. Proud of myself and happy that I had the stamina to continue that southern trip. Malcolm X Boulevard from Broadway to Fulton was very mellow, not really well traveled. About the first 10 streets are pretty barren--around Hancock the bars and coffee shops began to make an appearance. All in all a very interesting walk.
Tonight the Eve at La Flaca, the bar restaurant owned by my good friend Bob. I will get there, I think around 9:30---then the grind until midnight begins. How will it be? Depends on the conversation and who is there. But it has got to be done. Will report soon.
Monday, December 31, 2018
Saturday, December 29, 2018
just entered a post....
on the Cornelia Street cafe facebook page, in regard to its sad closing in a few days. I know (or think I know) that Robin, the proprietor, really did not want to end his stay there---but with no commercial rent control in place---well, it just gets worse and worse. It strikes me as "odd" that all the people who have eaten there in the past couple of years, and payed around 30.00 for their meal plus wine or whatever, can't muster enough anger to picket or do some kind of action to either save the cafe or let elected officials know that the closing of the cafe is repugnant to them. But, as far as I can see, this is not happening. Why are people so passive in the face of such "cruelty" (for want of a better word) and why am I part of this group of people. Even with my commitment to BAN, I feel I have not been "trained" to think as a protester. So what is to be done. Just figure out what will be the next movie I see, in this movie crazy city? I should make one more visit to the cafe---at this point I am not sure that they are even serving food or coffee--just to pay my respects and to make a statement. I will try to get myself to do that sometime this weekend.
Yesterday, had a nice talk with an actor-playwright named Charley---referred him to a theater company where he could work with other playwrights---and then made the decision to get at ticket to the Met's performance of Otello that evening. I stayed for the first two acts---was thrilled by Dudamel's conducting, but the production seemed sterile to me, and the two male leads, though maybe undone by the passive staging, really did not hold up. And one other reason why I left. I find the power that destroys the life of Desdemona really frightening, and I didn't want to process it. This is a testament to Verdi's genius---and the genius of this opera in general which cuts through every cliche and strips away everything inconsequential and just gets to the murderous heart of Otello's downfall. It is really too brilliant in its frightening, cutting vision.
When I left, wanted a beer, so I went for the first time to the bar across the street--upscale, I had stayed out of it because of its high prices, but I sat at the bar and had a beer---decent atmosphere, no being rushed or anything like that. No real conversations, but it was interesting enough so that I might be comfortable returning there. Staff pretty nice.
That's it---I am meeting friend Kim and Clint in Williamsburg later this afternoon for what I think will be a long cup of coffee. They are south fourth people, and I want to find out what is happening to them. After that...? Will report soon.
Yesterday, had a nice talk with an actor-playwright named Charley---referred him to a theater company where he could work with other playwrights---and then made the decision to get at ticket to the Met's performance of Otello that evening. I stayed for the first two acts---was thrilled by Dudamel's conducting, but the production seemed sterile to me, and the two male leads, though maybe undone by the passive staging, really did not hold up. And one other reason why I left. I find the power that destroys the life of Desdemona really frightening, and I didn't want to process it. This is a testament to Verdi's genius---and the genius of this opera in general which cuts through every cliche and strips away everything inconsequential and just gets to the murderous heart of Otello's downfall. It is really too brilliant in its frightening, cutting vision.
When I left, wanted a beer, so I went for the first time to the bar across the street--upscale, I had stayed out of it because of its high prices, but I sat at the bar and had a beer---decent atmosphere, no being rushed or anything like that. No real conversations, but it was interesting enough so that I might be comfortable returning there. Staff pretty nice.
That's it---I am meeting friend Kim and Clint in Williamsburg later this afternoon for what I think will be a long cup of coffee. They are south fourth people, and I want to find out what is happening to them. After that...? Will report soon.
Friday, December 28, 2018
Interesting day....
Day 7 of living in an alternative universe--actually yesterday evening was the most "chill" and relaxed that I had. Have I finally come to terms with "the void"? Or maybe I was just tired and fell asleep easily. At any rate, I did not visit the Bronx, I returned home and rested---then decided it was possible for me to see Ben is Back. And see it I did, at the movie theater on 12th and 2nd, the theater that now inhabits the space that was, during the fifties and early sixties, the Pheonix Theater, probably the first not for profit theater in NY. It was there that, at 14, on the Saturday before Christmas, I trooped down and saw The Makropolous Case, by Capek. It was directed by Tyrone Guthrie, starred Eileen Herlie and had in it many stalwarts from Guthrie's Stratford Ontario crew. I was still new to going to the theater by myself---so I remember the whole experience as an incredible adventure.
Anyway, Ben is Back, the movie that I saw at the space kept my attention throughout. It is really a movie in two parts, the first, a family clinical drama, about how a well off family, in what obviously is a well off suburb, deals with the return of their teen age son who has been addicted and acted violently for several years, and now has a full day off from his rehabilitation center. An event in the middle of the movie changes the focus to a kind of obsessive mystery with the boy and his mother (who insists on being with him constantly) forced to search for the family's kidnapped dog, probably by dealers to whom the son still owes money to. The plot and tone shift is strange, but my interest was held throughout. The ending is kind of abrupt, but I left the theater believing that I had made the right choice.
It was early when the movie ended, around 9, plenty of time to go into a bar for a beer or a meal, but somehow, I did not want to do it. First of all, I felt tired---still getting over a physical malaise that I had been into for the past few days, but for some reason, also did not want to "bar socialize", or whatever you want to call it. Simply returned to the apartment and got some rest.
At Lincoln Center library, yesterday, I took out two plays: Junk and Oslo, both presented next door, neither that I got to see. Hope to read both of them very soon, still completing Hemingway's To Have and Have Not---kind of a fun read---Hemingway writes great dialogue,but the piece really does not have much staying power--still I want to finish it, have a sense of completion about it.
Also yesterday, stopped into the new Shakespeare and Company in my neighborhood. Had some coffee (good!) but what was most interesting was looking at a new complete Shakespeare collection which included both Edward the III and even more interesting, a play called Sir Thomas More. Would like to read them both.
Tonight still up in the air---should I check out an Othello with a not so great cast---see some more movies---or maybe try a bar in Brooklyn or thereabouts. Will report tomorrow.
Anyway, Ben is Back, the movie that I saw at the space kept my attention throughout. It is really a movie in two parts, the first, a family clinical drama, about how a well off family, in what obviously is a well off suburb, deals with the return of their teen age son who has been addicted and acted violently for several years, and now has a full day off from his rehabilitation center. An event in the middle of the movie changes the focus to a kind of obsessive mystery with the boy and his mother (who insists on being with him constantly) forced to search for the family's kidnapped dog, probably by dealers to whom the son still owes money to. The plot and tone shift is strange, but my interest was held throughout. The ending is kind of abrupt, but I left the theater believing that I had made the right choice.
It was early when the movie ended, around 9, plenty of time to go into a bar for a beer or a meal, but somehow, I did not want to do it. First of all, I felt tired---still getting over a physical malaise that I had been into for the past few days, but for some reason, also did not want to "bar socialize", or whatever you want to call it. Simply returned to the apartment and got some rest.
At Lincoln Center library, yesterday, I took out two plays: Junk and Oslo, both presented next door, neither that I got to see. Hope to read both of them very soon, still completing Hemingway's To Have and Have Not---kind of a fun read---Hemingway writes great dialogue,but the piece really does not have much staying power--still I want to finish it, have a sense of completion about it.
Also yesterday, stopped into the new Shakespeare and Company in my neighborhood. Had some coffee (good!) but what was most interesting was looking at a new complete Shakespeare collection which included both Edward the III and even more interesting, a play called Sir Thomas More. Would like to read them both.
Tonight still up in the air---should I check out an Othello with a not so great cast---see some more movies---or maybe try a bar in Brooklyn or thereabouts. Will report tomorrow.
Thursday, December 27, 2018
feeling tired...
a little bloated---trying to determine a vision for this afternoon and evening. A hunger to not return south, to my apartment but to visit the Bronx--just to look around. But maybe I should just go home to rest. I would like to see Ben is Back, the movie made by the playwright who once I angered when I shut him up in a talkback---but this was about 30 years ago, does it really matter.? Anyway, to some extent, that is the plan. Afterwards, assuming that I have the energy, it might be nice to take the L to Brooklyn, check out east river, (the bar, not the river) and see if anyone I know is there. Then a bit of wandering? But am I up to it? We shall see.
Yesterday, I made a strong decision to detox from films---so I stayed home in the afternoon, did not see any---and then went to La Flaca for the evening meal and spent most of the evening there.Good idea, the place was fairly empty, the three staff members on duty were really welcoming, and I was able to watch all of the Nets-Charlotte basketball game--a messy affair, if there ever was one---I was so annoyed at the sloppy play of both teams that I did not even stay to watch overtime. So be it.
Not much else to report. Perhaps the adjustment to "freedom" after the four intense months at Friends has been a little more difficult then expected. My mind races---sometimes my body simply can't keep up with it. Well, lets see what happens by the next report.
Yesterday, I made a strong decision to detox from films---so I stayed home in the afternoon, did not see any---and then went to La Flaca for the evening meal and spent most of the evening there.Good idea, the place was fairly empty, the three staff members on duty were really welcoming, and I was able to watch all of the Nets-Charlotte basketball game--a messy affair, if there ever was one---I was so annoyed at the sloppy play of both teams that I did not even stay to watch overtime. So be it.
Not much else to report. Perhaps the adjustment to "freedom" after the four intense months at Friends has been a little more difficult then expected. My mind races---sometimes my body simply can't keep up with it. Well, lets see what happens by the next report.
Wednesday, December 26, 2018
so I have just read that...
the Cornelia Street cafe, one of the spots where I once spent a lot of time at is closing--because of (of course) "landlord problems". I knew that Robin (the owner) was having these problems because on a short visit there a few months ago, he told me so, but wow, this is very sad. I wish all those people who could afford that place (and there are many) would write e-mails to Corey Johnson, and urge him to pass some sort of law preventing landlords from being "gods", which they are now. That certainly applies to commercial landlords. Very sad. I directed a lot of readings of new plays there from 1990 to 1994 or thereabouts. Something must be done.
On a more positive note, I was very happy that the Times is paying more attention to destructive residential landlords then ever before. A good article on today's front page showing how this "progressive" city allows residential landlords to be very cruel to tenants if they are paying low rent. This also has got to stop.
Christmas eve: another Tourneur movie, this one Canyon Passage with Dana Andrews as the lone hero, standing tall against everyone else, or most everyone else. A beautiful movie to watch, its plot moved nicely from moment to moment--but what is really remarkable about Tourneur's movies is there incredible flow---the way one scene leads to another. Whoever those writers were, they were extremely polished in the way they created scripts.
Christmas Day, always a "lonely" day for the cityboy. So what was he to do? How about two movies and some long walks around Brooklyn. Sounds good? Well, that is how it began.
First movie: The Last Resort---a strong documentary about the working class Jews who settled in their retirement in Miami Beach, and lived comfortably there, and also about the two young men who photographed this community and what happened to them. The doc shows how, as the seventies moved into the eighties, crime came to Miami Beach and the older Jews, once so happy, were terribly isolated. It is also about one of the two photographers, his name was Andy. He was the more eclectic of the two--but his originality pushed him into some strange and dark places. He was murdered at a very young age--the second half of the movie is about the reconstruction of his negatives into the excellent prints that they are today. A very good documentary. But it was only 1:15, and cityboys next movie, another Tourneur one, was not until 6:30. What to do? Well, off to Brooklyn---nothing doing around BAM as all the usual haunts were closed--so cityboy took the 25 to Franklin and then embarked on his journey on the Brooklyn 49, which traveled south from Franklin to Bedford, then west on Foster and finally continuing its southern route on Ocean Avenue. Cityboy took it all in---still amazed by the contrasts between the small and large houses. And what stories did the apartment houses have about the past? If only he knew. The bus travels the mostly integrated sections of Ocean, but when cityboy got off the Bus on Avenue M, the only people on the crowded streets were either Russian or Orthodox Jews. Then the Q to Church. Then walking west on Church, even in the cold weather, to Macdonald. Then a visit by the F to the new Nitehawk movie theater (very crowded) and then back on the F. And believe it or not, it still was only 4:00. Cityboy had time to go home, then return to the Bunin for his daily Tourneur "fix". And quite a fix it was, entitled Berlin Station, a thriller about the attempt of the four countries victorious in World War II, to make a plan for defeated Germany. Some great pictures of the destroyed Frankfort and Berlin streets. The plot, somewhat "hoakie" but like all of his movies, the flow was incredible. Lots of good performances, particularly was effected by featured player Robert Coote, playing the British delegate to the convention. Could not escape the irony that two doors down from the Bunin was the revival of My Fair Lady, and that Mr. Coote was the original Colonel Pickering in that show.
So that was the day---returned to the apartment tired, fell asleep quickly, later the usual restlessness.
Lots of choices for today, but really feel that I have spent enough time in a movie theater passively receiving the messages from the screen and should spend whatever free time I have today "with people" Does this mean a visit to La Flaca in the early evening, or somewhere else. Choices abound, will report soon.
On a more positive note, I was very happy that the Times is paying more attention to destructive residential landlords then ever before. A good article on today's front page showing how this "progressive" city allows residential landlords to be very cruel to tenants if they are paying low rent. This also has got to stop.
Christmas eve: another Tourneur movie, this one Canyon Passage with Dana Andrews as the lone hero, standing tall against everyone else, or most everyone else. A beautiful movie to watch, its plot moved nicely from moment to moment--but what is really remarkable about Tourneur's movies is there incredible flow---the way one scene leads to another. Whoever those writers were, they were extremely polished in the way they created scripts.
Christmas Day, always a "lonely" day for the cityboy. So what was he to do? How about two movies and some long walks around Brooklyn. Sounds good? Well, that is how it began.
First movie: The Last Resort---a strong documentary about the working class Jews who settled in their retirement in Miami Beach, and lived comfortably there, and also about the two young men who photographed this community and what happened to them. The doc shows how, as the seventies moved into the eighties, crime came to Miami Beach and the older Jews, once so happy, were terribly isolated. It is also about one of the two photographers, his name was Andy. He was the more eclectic of the two--but his originality pushed him into some strange and dark places. He was murdered at a very young age--the second half of the movie is about the reconstruction of his negatives into the excellent prints that they are today. A very good documentary. But it was only 1:15, and cityboys next movie, another Tourneur one, was not until 6:30. What to do? Well, off to Brooklyn---nothing doing around BAM as all the usual haunts were closed--so cityboy took the 25 to Franklin and then embarked on his journey on the Brooklyn 49, which traveled south from Franklin to Bedford, then west on Foster and finally continuing its southern route on Ocean Avenue. Cityboy took it all in---still amazed by the contrasts between the small and large houses. And what stories did the apartment houses have about the past? If only he knew. The bus travels the mostly integrated sections of Ocean, but when cityboy got off the Bus on Avenue M, the only people on the crowded streets were either Russian or Orthodox Jews. Then the Q to Church. Then walking west on Church, even in the cold weather, to Macdonald. Then a visit by the F to the new Nitehawk movie theater (very crowded) and then back on the F. And believe it or not, it still was only 4:00. Cityboy had time to go home, then return to the Bunin for his daily Tourneur "fix". And quite a fix it was, entitled Berlin Station, a thriller about the attempt of the four countries victorious in World War II, to make a plan for defeated Germany. Some great pictures of the destroyed Frankfort and Berlin streets. The plot, somewhat "hoakie" but like all of his movies, the flow was incredible. Lots of good performances, particularly was effected by featured player Robert Coote, playing the British delegate to the convention. Could not escape the irony that two doors down from the Bunin was the revival of My Fair Lady, and that Mr. Coote was the original Colonel Pickering in that show.
So that was the day---returned to the apartment tired, fell asleep quickly, later the usual restlessness.
Lots of choices for today, but really feel that I have spent enough time in a movie theater passively receiving the messages from the screen and should spend whatever free time I have today "with people" Does this mean a visit to La Flaca in the early evening, or somewhere else. Choices abound, will report soon.
Monday, December 24, 2018
nice e mail from...
my friend Sibyl, in response to mine in which I apologized for not being able to attend her three day winter solstice ceremony. It came at a difficult time---by Friday, the last possible day, I was exhausted. Anyway, it was nice to hear from her.
Some reports:
Saturday afternoon, had tickets to Arturo UI at CSC. Feeling tired but went anyway. This is a harsh, distanced production (probably somewhat close to what Brecht intended) that was very well performed. Raul E, the lead, held back in his beginning scenes, but then exploded by the end of Act I, very effective. Unfortunately it was hot, I felt distanced, the theater was cramped, and by the end of Act I, I was feeling tired. So I left. Was I disappointed or angry at the production? No. The theater at CSC is really effective, but the lobby is constantly packed---it does not have room for the theater audience and the coffee shop that is also there. It is extremely off putting.Anyway, I left, had a blt nearby, and returned home to rest. Later I was rested enough to go to the Dive Bar on 95th street for some hummus and to watch the first part of the Charger-Raven game. Interesting, but after the first half I returned home.
Yesterday, headed to Cobra for the early afternoon football game and to hang with my friend Bartender Olivia. Another bartender named Stephen was there---and we had a long discussion about what..? Brooklyn bars and their neighborhoods. He currently works at Dynaco in Bed-stuy and also at Turtles, a little further east but also in Bed Stuy. Nice guy, good conversation, might visit these places during the vacation. Returned home, rested then headed to the Bunin for another Tourneur picture, and was very happy that I did. What a director! This movie was Stranger on Horseback, a good guy bad guy shoot em up that was beautifully crafted. Loved every moment of it---Joel McCrae was the lead, but it was fun to watch a really young Kevin McCarthy as the villain (or son of the villain). After the film, grabbed some chicken at Fairway (thank God that there hot food section was still open!) and headed home.
Today and tomorrow (Christmas day) pretty open---lots of movies that would be valuable to see. The Tourneur festival continues (I could probably see all of them if I had a mind to) but there is other interesting stuff as well. One John Ford picture at the Metrograph. Imagine, a chance to see movies by both Tourneur and John Ford. What a time for movie going, if that floats your boat.
Still trying to adjust to "no work" life formula, between now and the 7th of January. Some reconception necessary. Will report soon.
Some reports:
Saturday afternoon, had tickets to Arturo UI at CSC. Feeling tired but went anyway. This is a harsh, distanced production (probably somewhat close to what Brecht intended) that was very well performed. Raul E, the lead, held back in his beginning scenes, but then exploded by the end of Act I, very effective. Unfortunately it was hot, I felt distanced, the theater was cramped, and by the end of Act I, I was feeling tired. So I left. Was I disappointed or angry at the production? No. The theater at CSC is really effective, but the lobby is constantly packed---it does not have room for the theater audience and the coffee shop that is also there. It is extremely off putting.Anyway, I left, had a blt nearby, and returned home to rest. Later I was rested enough to go to the Dive Bar on 95th street for some hummus and to watch the first part of the Charger-Raven game. Interesting, but after the first half I returned home.
Yesterday, headed to Cobra for the early afternoon football game and to hang with my friend Bartender Olivia. Another bartender named Stephen was there---and we had a long discussion about what..? Brooklyn bars and their neighborhoods. He currently works at Dynaco in Bed-stuy and also at Turtles, a little further east but also in Bed Stuy. Nice guy, good conversation, might visit these places during the vacation. Returned home, rested then headed to the Bunin for another Tourneur picture, and was very happy that I did. What a director! This movie was Stranger on Horseback, a good guy bad guy shoot em up that was beautifully crafted. Loved every moment of it---Joel McCrae was the lead, but it was fun to watch a really young Kevin McCarthy as the villain (or son of the villain). After the film, grabbed some chicken at Fairway (thank God that there hot food section was still open!) and headed home.
Today and tomorrow (Christmas day) pretty open---lots of movies that would be valuable to see. The Tourneur festival continues (I could probably see all of them if I had a mind to) but there is other interesting stuff as well. One John Ford picture at the Metrograph. Imagine, a chance to see movies by both Tourneur and John Ford. What a time for movie going, if that floats your boat.
Still trying to adjust to "no work" life formula, between now and the 7th of January. Some reconception necessary. Will report soon.
Saturday, December 22, 2018
not a lot to add...
to yesterday's post. I did go to the holiday celebration at Friends---as usual, kind of raucus, but many alumni I had not seen in a while were there, also some good holiday wishes from my "buddies' in the senior class. Thought that it might be possible for me to attend the last part of my friend Sibyl's solstice celebration at the Whitney, but by 6, when I would have had to leave my apartment, was totally exhausted. Spent the rest of the evening mostly at home, in a kind of emotional limbo, though I did get a chance to hear most of Tchaikovsky's Symphony Number 1--which is not played very often. Loved the fourth movement the final one, full of the usual Tchaikovsky "fireworks", but also with an intriguing fugue part. Then I took a short walk and visited the nearby Barnes and Noble, which was open until midnight, so I was not rushed. That's about all.
What next? This afternoon, Arturo UI at CSC---looking forward to it---not sure about the rest of the day. Would enjoy watching an important pro football game this evening---but where? Not sure. Will probably depend on how I feel after the play. So that's it---tomorrow, will go to Cobra for the first part of the afternoon, maybe stop off at the Molasses bookshop nearby, and then...? Who knows? But will report soon.
What next? This afternoon, Arturo UI at CSC---looking forward to it---not sure about the rest of the day. Would enjoy watching an important pro football game this evening---but where? Not sure. Will probably depend on how I feel after the play. So that's it---tomorrow, will go to Cobra for the first part of the afternoon, maybe stop off at the Molasses bookshop nearby, and then...? Who knows? But will report soon.
Friday, December 21, 2018
so it begins....
the vacation, that is---after a day yesterday spent "supervising" the Friends library. Lots of fun, really, it gives me a chance to do a lot of interacting with the upper school kids, but when I left, I was exhausted. Hoped to go to a lecture at Friends yesterday evening by my friend in the Arabic department, but by the time I got home, it was no-go. Body could not go anywhere, after getting my "supper" sandwich from Citarella.
That sort of sums it up for the rest of the night Now, I sit in the Lincoln Center library, and after leaving here I will go to the Winter celebration concert at Friends, and...that will be it for two weeks.
So what do those two weeks hold. No real plans---will improvise my way through it----many friends who I have not seen since the summer might want to "hang out" with me. Will see the Arturo Ui play (Brecht) tomorrow afternoon---then of course there are movies galore, circulating around the city---a new movie theater has opened in Park Slope, and though I do not like any of the first entries, it might be nice to just go there and hang out at their bar--the kind of adventure I like. Two operas at the Met---La Traviata and Otello interest me---more for their conductors then for their productions---that is a distinct possibility---and then there are the Tourneur movies.
Which brings me to Tuesday evening. With the wind bracing and feeling tired, I opted out of the party for old South Fourth participants in Williamsburg---simply could not make it across the river. Instead, after a little rest, went to see Experiment Perilous, part of the retrospective at the Bunin honoring Jacque Tourneur. And what movie it was! Beautifully shot--wonderful in its slow moving mystery approach---amazing camera angles---a murder and obsession mystery, somewhat in the same vain as Vertigo, but with some flashbacks---every moment seemed incredibly well crafted. Must see some more of his movies during the next two weeks---they are doing about four a day.
So that's it---my mind seems to work at dazzling speed---something exciting needs to happen at every moment. And when it doesn't? Well, you just have to deal with it cityboy---right? Will report soon.
That sort of sums it up for the rest of the night Now, I sit in the Lincoln Center library, and after leaving here I will go to the Winter celebration concert at Friends, and...that will be it for two weeks.
So what do those two weeks hold. No real plans---will improvise my way through it----many friends who I have not seen since the summer might want to "hang out" with me. Will see the Arturo Ui play (Brecht) tomorrow afternoon---then of course there are movies galore, circulating around the city---a new movie theater has opened in Park Slope, and though I do not like any of the first entries, it might be nice to just go there and hang out at their bar--the kind of adventure I like. Two operas at the Met---La Traviata and Otello interest me---more for their conductors then for their productions---that is a distinct possibility---and then there are the Tourneur movies.
Which brings me to Tuesday evening. With the wind bracing and feeling tired, I opted out of the party for old South Fourth participants in Williamsburg---simply could not make it across the river. Instead, after a little rest, went to see Experiment Perilous, part of the retrospective at the Bunin honoring Jacque Tourneur. And what movie it was! Beautifully shot--wonderful in its slow moving mystery approach---amazing camera angles---a murder and obsession mystery, somewhat in the same vain as Vertigo, but with some flashbacks---every moment seemed incredibly well crafted. Must see some more of his movies during the next two weeks---they are doing about four a day.
So that's it---my mind seems to work at dazzling speed---something exciting needs to happen at every moment. And when it doesn't? Well, you just have to deal with it cityboy---right? Will report soon.
Tuesday, December 18, 2018
strange night....
a restless sleep after attending my friend Emily's theater project entitled The Russian and the Jew at the Tank. I liked the play, was happy for Emily that it came off so well. It is a strange mixture of serious memory and the fantastical. The key plot centers around a Jewish doctor living in Brest in 1964, dealing with her career, her loves and her plan to emigrate to Israel to avoid the overt anti semitism she finds at her workplace. It is all presented in a straightforward, sober manner--the dialogue is direct and reveals the woman's vision and her life vis a vis the others who surround her. A legend interjects the action from time to time. There is nothing forced about the work, it simply comes at you and shows you what it is. I admired its directness---perhaps it lacks a kind of "clout" that would put it over the top, but what is there has integrity and at times, great sensitivity.
Afterwards, said hello to Emily, who I have seen in many other plays, beginning with Home/Sick by the Assembly, and her husband Moti, also in the play. I was very complimentary and I think they appreciated that. Again, I was happy for Emily, she is the co-writer as well as one of the actors in the play, and I know how important it was for her to have this appreciated. Said my goodbyes and left. Tired, not sure if I wanted to "hang" and eat at a bar and lose about $15.00, or buy some stuff left at Fiarway (my only choice now) and eat it at home. Opted for the latter--a large portion of chicken salad. Tired, then went to sleep. Awoke at around 3;30 after a strange dream in which I meet Frank Crosetti, the man who was the third base coach of the Yankees during the Stengel era. He also lived on 167th street and Walton Avenue, short walking distance from the old Stadium---I remember that street as part of my "safe' childhood, an all white Jewish area at the time. In the dream, he is still alive. Why? Anyway, for some reason, I experienced a lot of anxiety as I awoke. Its always different on the days when I don't have planned work at Friends--not having an immediate focus and goal when I get up, seems to effect me a lot. Still, I am not sure where all the anxiety I faced came from.
Better now, and by not having work it means I can attend a party in Brooklyn at a bar near the old South Fourth which will be kind of a Christmas reunion. Should be meaningful--it is really cold today, but I will try to make it.
Tomorrow, back at Friends for at least one period and then we will see about the last two days of the year. Will report soon.
Afterwards, said hello to Emily, who I have seen in many other plays, beginning with Home/Sick by the Assembly, and her husband Moti, also in the play. I was very complimentary and I think they appreciated that. Again, I was happy for Emily, she is the co-writer as well as one of the actors in the play, and I know how important it was for her to have this appreciated. Said my goodbyes and left. Tired, not sure if I wanted to "hang" and eat at a bar and lose about $15.00, or buy some stuff left at Fiarway (my only choice now) and eat it at home. Opted for the latter--a large portion of chicken salad. Tired, then went to sleep. Awoke at around 3;30 after a strange dream in which I meet Frank Crosetti, the man who was the third base coach of the Yankees during the Stengel era. He also lived on 167th street and Walton Avenue, short walking distance from the old Stadium---I remember that street as part of my "safe' childhood, an all white Jewish area at the time. In the dream, he is still alive. Why? Anyway, for some reason, I experienced a lot of anxiety as I awoke. Its always different on the days when I don't have planned work at Friends--not having an immediate focus and goal when I get up, seems to effect me a lot. Still, I am not sure where all the anxiety I faced came from.
Better now, and by not having work it means I can attend a party in Brooklyn at a bar near the old South Fourth which will be kind of a Christmas reunion. Should be meaningful--it is really cold today, but I will try to make it.
Tomorrow, back at Friends for at least one period and then we will see about the last two days of the year. Will report soon.
Monday, December 17, 2018
Monday morning....
a free morning, after sloshing through the rain, wind and puddles of yesterday. Kind of warm and quiet today---have already completed a few errands. Now the facts.
Saturday afternoon at the play: What to Do When it Goes Down---as I expected an intense experience. For a half hour before the actual play begins one stays in the theater lobby which is filled with black victims of racial violence. I saw many names that were familiar to me. Many beautiful pictures. The play begins with the audience taking part in a ritual---we were asked to intone the name of a black person killed by racial violence---in this case, Freddy Gray of Baltimore---for as many years as he lived---in this case 25. Then after some expressions of how we felt, the actual play began. Although it was very well acted, I found the actual play writing repetitive---only a tirade at the very end of the play---which I interpreted as a cry from the parent of a victim---seemed to have strength. Nevertheless, being there, participating, was a very strong experience.
Not much to do after that---returning home I found that I was tired, and so spent the rest of the evening resting---a few quick walks for food and such, but basically remained home. Kind of restless,but not much strength to do much else. In the morning (Sunday) I felt much better, rested and began my Sunday voyages. The first was to Cobra to relax, watch a little football and interact with some of the patrons there. I had a very interesting conversation with a man visiting from France---he was staying at an AIR bnb in East New York---I was kind of amazed that even that far east, there were AIR bnb's. Said hello to a few other people, then headed out---the rain and wind made it impossible for me to stay in Brooklyn---also I was anxious to see a movie, took the L to the sixth avenue stop and went to the Quad. Got in just in time for The World Before His Feet (or something like that) a documentary that follows a thirty something white male whose goal is to travel on every street in the city. I left before it was over---that is how fed up I was with the vision of the picture.The gentleman is bright but totally superficial--he travels in poor neighborhoods, but never once examines what it must be like to live in them, who is there, how the neighborhoods have changed---you could go on and on about the evasions of everything real in the city---almost a quarter of the movie is the young man exploring grave yards! Give me a break! There must have been about a half hour to go when I left---almost screamed at the screen--well, it was a movie I wanted to check out, so at least I know what it is.
Finished the day in a very good way---went to La Flaca, the restaurant far east on Grand Street (Manhattan), watched football and had good conversations with bartender Tom and my waitress friend Raquel. I had not been there in a while, so it was nice to check in. A good place where I am always welcome.
Tonight will try to see my friend Emily's theater project---The Russian and the Jew at the Tank. The web site says sold out---will try to get on a waiting list---I think I should get in. There is a BAN meeting tonight, and I never miss them---but dates are so packed that I have got to reject the meeting to see the play. At least that is the way it stands now. Will report soon.
Saturday afternoon at the play: What to Do When it Goes Down---as I expected an intense experience. For a half hour before the actual play begins one stays in the theater lobby which is filled with black victims of racial violence. I saw many names that were familiar to me. Many beautiful pictures. The play begins with the audience taking part in a ritual---we were asked to intone the name of a black person killed by racial violence---in this case, Freddy Gray of Baltimore---for as many years as he lived---in this case 25. Then after some expressions of how we felt, the actual play began. Although it was very well acted, I found the actual play writing repetitive---only a tirade at the very end of the play---which I interpreted as a cry from the parent of a victim---seemed to have strength. Nevertheless, being there, participating, was a very strong experience.
Not much to do after that---returning home I found that I was tired, and so spent the rest of the evening resting---a few quick walks for food and such, but basically remained home. Kind of restless,but not much strength to do much else. In the morning (Sunday) I felt much better, rested and began my Sunday voyages. The first was to Cobra to relax, watch a little football and interact with some of the patrons there. I had a very interesting conversation with a man visiting from France---he was staying at an AIR bnb in East New York---I was kind of amazed that even that far east, there were AIR bnb's. Said hello to a few other people, then headed out---the rain and wind made it impossible for me to stay in Brooklyn---also I was anxious to see a movie, took the L to the sixth avenue stop and went to the Quad. Got in just in time for The World Before His Feet (or something like that) a documentary that follows a thirty something white male whose goal is to travel on every street in the city. I left before it was over---that is how fed up I was with the vision of the picture.The gentleman is bright but totally superficial--he travels in poor neighborhoods, but never once examines what it must be like to live in them, who is there, how the neighborhoods have changed---you could go on and on about the evasions of everything real in the city---almost a quarter of the movie is the young man exploring grave yards! Give me a break! There must have been about a half hour to go when I left---almost screamed at the screen--well, it was a movie I wanted to check out, so at least I know what it is.
Finished the day in a very good way---went to La Flaca, the restaurant far east on Grand Street (Manhattan), watched football and had good conversations with bartender Tom and my waitress friend Raquel. I had not been there in a while, so it was nice to check in. A good place where I am always welcome.
Tonight will try to see my friend Emily's theater project---The Russian and the Jew at the Tank. The web site says sold out---will try to get on a waiting list---I think I should get in. There is a BAN meeting tonight, and I never miss them---but dates are so packed that I have got to reject the meeting to see the play. At least that is the way it stands now. Will report soon.
Saturday, December 15, 2018
quite a marathon day...
for cityboy, yesterday, and amazingly he made it through! As I stated in the last post, six classes during the day, ending with a long proctoring session in the upper school. Then, off to Stuyvesant High School with the upper school debate team, and one of two "chaperones". Tired, but it did not seem to matter, made the long trip, including a "crosstown" walk from the City Hall 4 station to the school. Arrived there, very hungry, settled in---then left again because I was starving--- found a whole foods store nearby (really not a store, more a universe) and grabbed a piece of chicken. Returned to the school and my chaperone duties---tired but saw it through. Watched a few of the debates---students worked hard, but the subjects seemed a little too imposed. Still, the kids enjoyed it, and when we left at 7:30, they were very enthused and grateful that I had remained with them.This also meant that I had been working at the school since I first came in around 7:30 A.M. to my last step at Stuyvesant at 7:30 P.M. But I did it!
So there I was, tired, but the evening was incredibly mild, almost summary after the cold of the last few weeks. So as I reached the nearest subway station, I realized that I could not go in---my body and soul demanded a further walk. So I traveled north on Hudson street, a major arterie of Tribeca Although cityboy loves to travel around this city, he had not visited Tribeca in a while, so the walk north on Hudson was full of revelations. Lots of doorman, expensive apartments, very tranquil, is it possible that around 35 years ago, this area was just empty? Amazing! How did I feel, a white person, moving through this elegant area, pleased with myself for my actions during the day, and slightly forgetting the displacement that all these high rises in the area had caused, or the segregation that was part of the change. Well, the walk continued up to the Film Forum (Houston and Varick) and then finally into the subway to home. A day full of wonder---always love walking through different areas of the city and "pondering" their meaning. Good or bad? More to discuss at another time.
Today, one session then off to see What to do When it Goes Down, the play on west 53rd street that is a kind of black ritual with anger and hope. What will it be like. Felt that I had to see it---several people that I spoke to who saw it (all of them white) felt the play was very strong. A little apprehensive, but will be there and participate.
All of which will be reported in the next post-when? We will see.
So there I was, tired, but the evening was incredibly mild, almost summary after the cold of the last few weeks. So as I reached the nearest subway station, I realized that I could not go in---my body and soul demanded a further walk. So I traveled north on Hudson street, a major arterie of Tribeca Although cityboy loves to travel around this city, he had not visited Tribeca in a while, so the walk north on Hudson was full of revelations. Lots of doorman, expensive apartments, very tranquil, is it possible that around 35 years ago, this area was just empty? Amazing! How did I feel, a white person, moving through this elegant area, pleased with myself for my actions during the day, and slightly forgetting the displacement that all these high rises in the area had caused, or the segregation that was part of the change. Well, the walk continued up to the Film Forum (Houston and Varick) and then finally into the subway to home. A day full of wonder---always love walking through different areas of the city and "pondering" their meaning. Good or bad? More to discuss at another time.
Today, one session then off to see What to do When it Goes Down, the play on west 53rd street that is a kind of black ritual with anger and hope. What will it be like. Felt that I had to see it---several people that I spoke to who saw it (all of them white) felt the play was very strong. A little apprehensive, but will be there and participate.
All of which will be reported in the next post-when? We will see.
Thursday, December 13, 2018
am I superman?
Or super substitute? You might think so if you saw my schedule for tomorrow, which began as two science eighth grade coverages and an advisory, and now includes proctoring a test for the last period, and two kindergarden science classes between the eighth grade classes. You have got to be kidding me! Well, if the staff thinks I am super sub, might as well play the role. Hopefully, there will be some solid plans for the two kindergarden classes; that should make it a little easier for me. Hey, it's great to wanted! Right?
Last night attended the winter concert---which I do every year---this year however, really stood out.Excellent playing by the chamber musicians and then some beautiful singing from the upper school choirs. Colin, the teacher replacing Kristen, who has just given birth, has done a remarkable job with the students. It almost seemed like they were breathing together in some of the songs. A real sense of unity and sharing as the singing was going on. The feeling of togetherness radiated through the auditorium (at least that is my interpretation).
Also, tomorrow, a number of the senior find out if their early decision applications were accepted. Should be a meaningful time---I am hoping that most of those seniors who shared where they wanted to go with me, will get it. I know how meaningful it is to know where you are going this early in the year---so that they can get on with the rest of their lives. I still remember going to the mail box in March of 60, opening up the box, and seeing the letter from Hopkins, holding it in my hand and just sensing that it was an acceptance. A really great feeling!
Today, after some sessions will have to decide what to do this evening. Still some interesting options, if I am not too tired--just might want to rest up for tomorrow's "marathon". My friend Hannah is in a piece at the Harvey at BAM, and there is also the final day of the Petzoid retrospective at Lincoln Center. Maybe it might be best to head down to La Flaca and check in there, or simply "hang" at one of the two west side dive bars. Will have to see how all this plays out, and what message my body gives me when I finish the second session.
Will report soon.....
Last night attended the winter concert---which I do every year---this year however, really stood out.Excellent playing by the chamber musicians and then some beautiful singing from the upper school choirs. Colin, the teacher replacing Kristen, who has just given birth, has done a remarkable job with the students. It almost seemed like they were breathing together in some of the songs. A real sense of unity and sharing as the singing was going on. The feeling of togetherness radiated through the auditorium (at least that is my interpretation).
Also, tomorrow, a number of the senior find out if their early decision applications were accepted. Should be a meaningful time---I am hoping that most of those seniors who shared where they wanted to go with me, will get it. I know how meaningful it is to know where you are going this early in the year---so that they can get on with the rest of their lives. I still remember going to the mail box in March of 60, opening up the box, and seeing the letter from Hopkins, holding it in my hand and just sensing that it was an acceptance. A really great feeling!
Today, after some sessions will have to decide what to do this evening. Still some interesting options, if I am not too tired--just might want to rest up for tomorrow's "marathon". My friend Hannah is in a piece at the Harvey at BAM, and there is also the final day of the Petzoid retrospective at Lincoln Center. Maybe it might be best to head down to La Flaca and check in there, or simply "hang" at one of the two west side dive bars. Will have to see how all this plays out, and what message my body gives me when I finish the second session.
Will report soon.....
Wednesday, December 12, 2018
so we have two "brutal" days
at Friends for cityboy. Yesterday, particularly, four classes,lots of moving around, climbing stairs, etc. Came home and could hardly move. No work today---I think that is a good thing---though I will go to the Winter Concert in the meeting house tonight. Will return to Friends on Friday (if not tomorrow) for some "fun' with the eighth graders and possibly chaperone a trip by the debating society of the upper school, in which they will compete with students from Stuyvesant and one other school Should be fun, if I do it.
Saturday night, turned out to be very special. Went to the TEAM petri project at the ART space in Brooklyn. A beautiful two person show created by Jill F about her four (I think) years teaching special education children (mostly autistic) in the Brooklyn Public School system. Very deeply felt, also my friend Flaco added his own experiences. Jill is an amazing actress---so many good young actresses around---really hard to quantify, but somehow when Jill creates. time and space seem for me to disappear. The piece itself is very potent---I hope it has a life after this workshop, though where it fits is a bit of a mystery. So much that I understood and identified with in the piece, from the 14 or 15 times I worked with special ed kids in Manhattan and Brooklyn when I subbed for the DOE.
Afterwards we all headed across the street to Bar 7---a bar that I had passed several times in my wanderings in Brooklyn, had wanted to go in, but never did. But it was eas, since a group of us were going---it is really a nice space, and I had a really nice light beer--no television in the place, so if I go, will have to bring some reading material and hope for some good conversation from people nearbye, or even possibly some "adventure" there. But who knows when the next time will be. I had some great conversations about theater (and only theater) with friends Lucy, Christina, Jess, who directed the piece we saw, and several others. We talked deep into the night---I left the bar around 12:30, late for me, and headed west to Flatbush to pick up the 2 train at the Nevnins Street station. First time I traveled the subways this late at night in a long time---surprised that the subways were not very full, but more, how each car seemed to have at least one homeless person asleep on a bench. Really sad. Did get home okay though, around 1:30,
Sunday, saw the Friends winter play at the Vineyard, Twelfth Night---and even though I know it so well, and had just seen the remarkable production at the Delacourt a few months ago, really enjoyed just listening to the verse. Director Steve B created his usual excellent movement and placement for the students who were performing. Were there some performances that he could have done a little better with? Hard to say---some interesting text choices, but some of the sadness and a wistfulness of the play was lost. Still, I guess impressive on many levels and the audience seemed to enjoy it. After that it was a return to the apartment and one final event of the weekend---watching the movie by Christian Petzoid, part of his retrospective by the Linoln Center film society, the movie Pheonix. Wanted to see another aspect of his film making, about three minutes into the film I realized that I had actually seen this movie before--kind of disappointed by that but stayed anyway---was able to get a lot of sub text that I had not previously--so the time spend was worthwhile.
That is all for now, will report soon.
Saturday night, turned out to be very special. Went to the TEAM petri project at the ART space in Brooklyn. A beautiful two person show created by Jill F about her four (I think) years teaching special education children (mostly autistic) in the Brooklyn Public School system. Very deeply felt, also my friend Flaco added his own experiences. Jill is an amazing actress---so many good young actresses around---really hard to quantify, but somehow when Jill creates. time and space seem for me to disappear. The piece itself is very potent---I hope it has a life after this workshop, though where it fits is a bit of a mystery. So much that I understood and identified with in the piece, from the 14 or 15 times I worked with special ed kids in Manhattan and Brooklyn when I subbed for the DOE.
Afterwards we all headed across the street to Bar 7---a bar that I had passed several times in my wanderings in Brooklyn, had wanted to go in, but never did. But it was eas, since a group of us were going---it is really a nice space, and I had a really nice light beer--no television in the place, so if I go, will have to bring some reading material and hope for some good conversation from people nearbye, or even possibly some "adventure" there. But who knows when the next time will be. I had some great conversations about theater (and only theater) with friends Lucy, Christina, Jess, who directed the piece we saw, and several others. We talked deep into the night---I left the bar around 12:30, late for me, and headed west to Flatbush to pick up the 2 train at the Nevnins Street station. First time I traveled the subways this late at night in a long time---surprised that the subways were not very full, but more, how each car seemed to have at least one homeless person asleep on a bench. Really sad. Did get home okay though, around 1:30,
Sunday, saw the Friends winter play at the Vineyard, Twelfth Night---and even though I know it so well, and had just seen the remarkable production at the Delacourt a few months ago, really enjoyed just listening to the verse. Director Steve B created his usual excellent movement and placement for the students who were performing. Were there some performances that he could have done a little better with? Hard to say---some interesting text choices, but some of the sadness and a wistfulness of the play was lost. Still, I guess impressive on many levels and the audience seemed to enjoy it. After that it was a return to the apartment and one final event of the weekend---watching the movie by Christian Petzoid, part of his retrospective by the Linoln Center film society, the movie Pheonix. Wanted to see another aspect of his film making, about three minutes into the film I realized that I had actually seen this movie before--kind of disappointed by that but stayed anyway---was able to get a lot of sub text that I had not previously--so the time spend was worthwhile.
That is all for now, will report soon.
Saturday, December 8, 2018
A quick one for cityboy
who may not have much time left on the computer--and has been very busy since the last post. That night (thursday) did attend the reunion in Williamsburg. Nice to catch up with everyone---lots of good spirits and feelings among those who were there. Yesterday, after a long day at Friends, mustered up enough strength to go to the Friends varsity basketball game at the new Collegiate High School---Friends one, while the Collegiate cheering team in the stands, behaved boorishly. It was like something out of the 50's, when Ivy League and other schools were all boys.Interesting walk from the apartment to the school which is located far west on 61street. Projects on one side of West End---luxury doorman buildings on the other. That is the way it is in Ny these days.
Tonight, the project in Brooklyn, tomorrow, Twelfth Night at Friends and maybe the Russian and the Jew later in the day. Have to see this because my friend Emily is in it and one of the creators.Will report soon.
Tonight, the project in Brooklyn, tomorrow, Twelfth Night at Friends and maybe the Russian and the Jew later in the day. Have to see this because my friend Emily is in it and one of the creators.Will report soon.
Thursday, December 6, 2018
just found out...
that there will be a party of sorts at an Italian bar-restaurant in Williamsburg tonight---this is the anniversary of the opening of South Fourth--it has been organized by a former bartender-manager there, Mark, and though I don't have much more information about who will be there, I am hoping that a lot of my friends from South fourth, who I have not seen since the closing, will be there too,
Luckily, no work today at Friends, so I should be fresh enough to go.
Not much else to report---Tuesday night turned into a "rest" night--necessary for my full day in the library at Friends yesterday, and my session afterwards. Have spent the last three nights in the apartment---today should be a nice break.
Tomorrow, back at Friends and then possibly a basketball game against Collegiate which will be held not far from my apartment. Saturday brings my friend Jessie's theater project in the evening, and Sunday, the Friends production of Twelfth Night--looking forward to it. Possibly going to some projects in the saturday afternoon, sunday evening slot, and I would like to see one or more of Petzoid's films, now being shown at the Walter Reade in Lincoln Center.
Wow! That is the plan! Will report soon.
Luckily, no work today at Friends, so I should be fresh enough to go.
Not much else to report---Tuesday night turned into a "rest" night--necessary for my full day in the library at Friends yesterday, and my session afterwards. Have spent the last three nights in the apartment---today should be a nice break.
Tomorrow, back at Friends and then possibly a basketball game against Collegiate which will be held not far from my apartment. Saturday brings my friend Jessie's theater project in the evening, and Sunday, the Friends production of Twelfth Night--looking forward to it. Possibly going to some projects in the saturday afternoon, sunday evening slot, and I would like to see one or more of Petzoid's films, now being shown at the Walter Reade in Lincoln Center.
Wow! That is the plan! Will report soon.
Tuesday, December 4, 2018
never at rest....
cityboy-s mind, body, hard to say. No work today---a very hectic day yesterday, a program at Friends followed by a session on 145th street. After the session, retreated to the new Spanish bakery almost across the street from the library. There, as a form of congratulation for some hard work, gorged myself on a delicious but large piece of chocolate fudge cake with some really good coffee. Just about closed up my stomach for the rest of the night, which was spent at the apartment chilling out after the long day. Did not sleep well either, but got through it. Tomorrow a return to Friends, I will be in the library all day---the another session uptown. No work today---I both need the break, but also feel incredibly restless when the structure is gone. Tomorrow at Friends all day in the library. Kind of grueling, but I want to be there.
Saturday, it became too difficult to go to Flatbush for the activist meeting in the afternoon and then to Bushwick for the Starr anniversary show Instead, came home, rested, and had a revelation listening to Mefistofele the opera written by Arrigo Boito on the radio. Great singing, particularly from Angela Meade, singing Marguerite--I had heard the opera before---city opera did it in the sixties and seventies, with the great bass baritone, Norman Treigle. Surprised that I knew it that well. Still, excited by just hearing it; it is a much better opera then I thought---the music just rushed at me while I was at home.
That evening headed to the Starr for their anniversary program. I felt this could be a special day for me and I was right. Lots of people there that I knew, lots of good conversation---some friends whom I had not seen in a few years, very happy to see me. Just learned that my friend Frank and his wife Nyla, will be returning to NY after living a few years in Seattle.Great news! It will be fun to hang out with him. This party-performance was really a chance for me to rediscover my "theater self". Lots of very specific conversations. All good, was very happy when I left.
That night, alone in bed, figured out what the "reality" of the whole thing meant. Perhaps more will be revealed later.
The next day, Sunday, a nice day weather wise, returned to Bushwick to watch the first part of the Giant game at Cobra--Olivia, my bartender friend was happy to see me, but the bar was filled with very loud people, proclaiming their love of being smashed---not the best way to follow a football game. Left and went to the BAM area--but tired quickly---found myself returning to the apartment by 6, staying there into the night, preparing for the next day of work at Friends.
Tonight, will see how I feel around 5. I would like to go to La Flaca and see if my friend Bob, the owner is there, but will be determined by energy level. Lots of other choices as well---will report soon.
Saturday, it became too difficult to go to Flatbush for the activist meeting in the afternoon and then to Bushwick for the Starr anniversary show Instead, came home, rested, and had a revelation listening to Mefistofele the opera written by Arrigo Boito on the radio. Great singing, particularly from Angela Meade, singing Marguerite--I had heard the opera before---city opera did it in the sixties and seventies, with the great bass baritone, Norman Treigle. Surprised that I knew it that well. Still, excited by just hearing it; it is a much better opera then I thought---the music just rushed at me while I was at home.
That evening headed to the Starr for their anniversary program. I felt this could be a special day for me and I was right. Lots of people there that I knew, lots of good conversation---some friends whom I had not seen in a few years, very happy to see me. Just learned that my friend Frank and his wife Nyla, will be returning to NY after living a few years in Seattle.Great news! It will be fun to hang out with him. This party-performance was really a chance for me to rediscover my "theater self". Lots of very specific conversations. All good, was very happy when I left.
That night, alone in bed, figured out what the "reality" of the whole thing meant. Perhaps more will be revealed later.
The next day, Sunday, a nice day weather wise, returned to Bushwick to watch the first part of the Giant game at Cobra--Olivia, my bartender friend was happy to see me, but the bar was filled with very loud people, proclaiming their love of being smashed---not the best way to follow a football game. Left and went to the BAM area--but tired quickly---found myself returning to the apartment by 6, staying there into the night, preparing for the next day of work at Friends.
Tonight, will see how I feel around 5. I would like to go to La Flaca and see if my friend Bob, the owner is there, but will be determined by energy level. Lots of other choices as well---will report soon.
Saturday, December 1, 2018
so it was...
the movies, last night, and an amazing one at that! Transit, by Christian Petzoid, a German film maker who the film society of Lincoln Center is honoring with a retrospective of his work. Transit is a brutally intense film that takes place as the Germans are marching through France in the end of 1942. It centers on the frightening circumstances facing those who request a visa to leave on any ship going to South America, Mexico or the U.S. Cityboy was invaded by the frightening reality those people had to deal with, if they could get out at all. If not, I guess certain internment in one of the German camps.The central character is a young man--- who is caught in the middle of all this. The movie is beautifully filmed---I felt totally vulnerable while watching it--there is no happy ending at all--good people in the movie disappear. But for the first time in a long time, while I was watching a movie, I was completely involved.
Afterwards, the director of the film, Mr. Petzoid, spoke. He seemed like a very bright and friendly man----he is definitely a movie nut, at least that is what I got from hearing him speak. As I woke up this morning, I still felt vulnerable from the vision of the movie. Good move, cityboy! Afterwards, grabbed one pizza slice and went home---too tired to hang out at a bar.
Feeling really good today. This means that I probably will head to the Brooklyn Library on Linden Boulevard for the meeting to deal with the increasing displacement of people of color in the neighborhood.
After that, the Bushwick Starr program that I spoke of in yesterday's blog entry. Also, just ordered a ticket for What to do When it Goes down, the play at the A.R.T. theaters on 54th and tenth. Took some doing, apparently this is a play by a black playwright that really confronts its white audience. At least that is what I think? But from reading about it it seemed like an important play to see at this time, and two Saturday afternoons from now, seemed like the only time I knew I would be free. So I bought the ticket.
That is all for now, will report soon.
Afterwards, the director of the film, Mr. Petzoid, spoke. He seemed like a very bright and friendly man----he is definitely a movie nut, at least that is what I got from hearing him speak. As I woke up this morning, I still felt vulnerable from the vision of the movie. Good move, cityboy! Afterwards, grabbed one pizza slice and went home---too tired to hang out at a bar.
Feeling really good today. This means that I probably will head to the Brooklyn Library on Linden Boulevard for the meeting to deal with the increasing displacement of people of color in the neighborhood.
After that, the Bushwick Starr program that I spoke of in yesterday's blog entry. Also, just ordered a ticket for What to do When it Goes down, the play at the A.R.T. theaters on 54th and tenth. Took some doing, apparently this is a play by a black playwright that really confronts its white audience. At least that is what I think? But from reading about it it seemed like an important play to see at this time, and two Saturday afternoons from now, seemed like the only time I knew I would be free. So I bought the ticket.
That is all for now, will report soon.
Friday, November 30, 2018
two days, three sessions...
no wonder cityboy is tired this morning. But what now? The weekend approaches and citybly's choices are many. Tired---already made a trip to the Friends business office to pick up my check---should my form of entertainment tonight be a movie or a play? Movie seems more reasonable---when one is tired---one is under no obligation to stay or can go to the bathroom during a showing. For a play, you have to remain where you are. But what of the "500" or so plays in the city that interest you, cityboy? Shouldn't you use this free evening to "catch up"? Oh, my, decisions decisions. Well, one thing is certain---tomorrow evening I am going to the Bushwick Starr (second Saturday evening in two weeks) to see the 10th anniversary celebration performance. Should be fun, and lots of people that I know will either be performing or in the audience. Then on Sunday, back to Bushwick to hang at Cobra and enjoy some of the 60 degree whether. Looks that way. And what about tomorrow afternoon, which it looks like you will have free. Do you go to the Flatbush Library on Linden Boulevard (where it begins) to participate in the anti gentrification energy or remain in the city with your "tired" body/ And if you do go to the meeting, remember cityboy, you must at some point travel from central flatbush to Bushwick (yes, the L is running, so that should be a little easier). All this will be revealed as the weekend progresses.
Tuesday evening was a little weird. Returned home from a session, but felt very tired so I slept. When I got up, I was surprised that my energy was high---my stomach told me it could handle a beer, and after looking around at some choices, I decided to go to the new Dive Bar, the one on 106th and Amsterdam. Luckily it was not too crowded and the Knick game was on---the very one I wanted to watch. So I stayed there for about an hour and a half, the waitress named Alexandria was extremely nice, I gave her what I thought was a very nice tip. Left feeling contented.
Not much else to report. Will check in soon, maybe tomorrow.
Tuesday evening was a little weird. Returned home from a session, but felt very tired so I slept. When I got up, I was surprised that my energy was high---my stomach told me it could handle a beer, and after looking around at some choices, I decided to go to the new Dive Bar, the one on 106th and Amsterdam. Luckily it was not too crowded and the Knick game was on---the very one I wanted to watch. So I stayed there for about an hour and a half, the waitress named Alexandria was extremely nice, I gave her what I thought was a very nice tip. Left feeling contented.
Not much else to report. Will check in soon, maybe tomorrow.
Tuesday, November 27, 2018
a quiet day...
that is, no work at Friends. Is just as well--really tired from yesterday's coverage (one extra) and a session at 145 street. Body need a rest. bit mind is very restless. Will return to Friends tomorrow and Thursday, at least, and possibly Friday. So how will I spend my "free" night tonight? Not sure, had wanted to check out Mefistofole at the Met, but not sure if I will have the stamina. Also, have not been to la Flaca in a while---might be a good evening to hang out there---I like the bartender Sam, there is an interesting Knick game that I could watch (without much distraction) and my friend Bob, the owner might be in----it would be nice to check in with him personally---one of the bartenders hinted that there might be some problems with his landlord---they were supposed to be solved permanently about a year ago---anyway, I would like to find out. So that is another possibility.
Saturday night---finally got out to Brooklyn, and boy, am I happy that I did. Went to the Bushwick Starr to see the piece Flaco, my friend directed. It is called The Last Hipster in Brooklyn a performance piece by a guy named Nick Flynn. Just being in "the Starr" waiting for the play to begin made me feel happy. The piece itself was very vibrant---about a white newcomer to Brooklyn who arrived about ten years ago---how integrates himself into the black and white society around him. Some great statements about the pain caused by gentrification. On the whole, a really good presentation, afterwards, I had a nice talk with Flynn's mom, who was visiting from Seattle. We talked about the aggressive approach of Amazon---the disenfranchisement many of us are feeling, etc.
Being at the Starr really energizes me---will definitely make plans to go to this coming Saturday night's project there, a variety show with past participants in the theater. Lots of people there I will know---should be a lot of fun---should make a reservation now!
Sunday, well, the L was running (what a difference that makes!) and so I had an easy time of it getting to Cobra for coffee and football (cobra is about a block and a half away from the Starr). No stomach problems this time---all was mellow in the stomach---the memories of the craziness of the Sunday before, disappeared. Would like to return there this Sunday---also might want to see a play that begins at 5 in Manhattan--can I do it? We will see The rest of Sunday was quiet, as I knew I would be at Friends the next day, and wanted to take it easy in the evening.
That is where cityboy stands at this moment---a little annoyed at all the e-mails I am getting for "giving Tuesday" a bit much. Anyway, will report soon.
Saturday night---finally got out to Brooklyn, and boy, am I happy that I did. Went to the Bushwick Starr to see the piece Flaco, my friend directed. It is called The Last Hipster in Brooklyn a performance piece by a guy named Nick Flynn. Just being in "the Starr" waiting for the play to begin made me feel happy. The piece itself was very vibrant---about a white newcomer to Brooklyn who arrived about ten years ago---how integrates himself into the black and white society around him. Some great statements about the pain caused by gentrification. On the whole, a really good presentation, afterwards, I had a nice talk with Flynn's mom, who was visiting from Seattle. We talked about the aggressive approach of Amazon---the disenfranchisement many of us are feeling, etc.
Being at the Starr really energizes me---will definitely make plans to go to this coming Saturday night's project there, a variety show with past participants in the theater. Lots of people there I will know---should be a lot of fun---should make a reservation now!
Sunday, well, the L was running (what a difference that makes!) and so I had an easy time of it getting to Cobra for coffee and football (cobra is about a block and a half away from the Starr). No stomach problems this time---all was mellow in the stomach---the memories of the craziness of the Sunday before, disappeared. Would like to return there this Sunday---also might want to see a play that begins at 5 in Manhattan--can I do it? We will see The rest of Sunday was quiet, as I knew I would be at Friends the next day, and wanted to take it easy in the evening.
That is where cityboy stands at this moment---a little annoyed at all the e-mails I am getting for "giving Tuesday" a bit much. Anyway, will report soon.
Saturday, November 24, 2018
just purchased my ticket...
for tonight's performance of the monologue directed by my friend Flaco at the Bushwick Starr. That means I am definitely going out there tonight---still a little tired from the last few days, but felt strong enough this morning to plan the trip. It was cheaper to buy a ticket now; I was going to see how I felt later--but the deed is done. First play in about two weeks---I had hoped to see more, but have to pull myself together during the holiday. Still have not solved the "stomach" problem---will just have to follow it slowly.
I was thinking that when I sub at Friends, and I get up in the morning, my whole body is focused on getting it together and getting out early---so the task energy, as I prepare, is incredibly focused. On days where I am free---the body is not pressured to "get it together" so quickly---maybe that is why sometimes I feel fatigued. At any rate, I should be "good to go" for next week---I already have two work dates scheduled. Still wonder if in all the years I have subbed at Friends, I had a stretch of days as I had during the week beginning 11/5, and going to 11/16. It was total commitment with some sessions thrown in. With all my awareness about what is going on in the theater world in NYC, maybe it is just impossible to commit to visiting that world, so rapped up am I in the world of Friends. Let's see how it all continues.
Yesterday, did get out and go to the Paris Theater (one of the few theaters now in NY with just one screen) to see the Callas movie. Brought back some meaningful memories---and it is always fascinating to remember this artist. The movie, for me, was a bit too much of a fan's creation. It left out some of the more complicated yet meaningful parts of her life---important information was withheld, and certain names that were important to Callas, and are mentioned in her letters or seen in her travels, like the conductor Tulio Serafin, who mentored her, or the tenor DeStafano, who was her partner in her sadly aborted tour in 74, are left out. Paris theater is a strange place, perhaps the last remaining midtown first run movie theater from the pre rental days of the 70's. It is certainly a nice space to watch a movie (something comforting about knowing that only one movie is being shown in the space at a time) --a large majority of people at the 7:00 show of the movie were elderly---well, I guess that is to be expected.
Left the movie feeling a little sad---decided not to go into a bar to eat---got some food at Fairway and went home---slept pretty well. Now the question is how to spend the time between now and my voyage to Bushwick (thank God the L is running this weekend) since I have decided I do not want to be a spectator at anything else. Well, will report soon.
I was thinking that when I sub at Friends, and I get up in the morning, my whole body is focused on getting it together and getting out early---so the task energy, as I prepare, is incredibly focused. On days where I am free---the body is not pressured to "get it together" so quickly---maybe that is why sometimes I feel fatigued. At any rate, I should be "good to go" for next week---I already have two work dates scheduled. Still wonder if in all the years I have subbed at Friends, I had a stretch of days as I had during the week beginning 11/5, and going to 11/16. It was total commitment with some sessions thrown in. With all my awareness about what is going on in the theater world in NYC, maybe it is just impossible to commit to visiting that world, so rapped up am I in the world of Friends. Let's see how it all continues.
Yesterday, did get out and go to the Paris Theater (one of the few theaters now in NY with just one screen) to see the Callas movie. Brought back some meaningful memories---and it is always fascinating to remember this artist. The movie, for me, was a bit too much of a fan's creation. It left out some of the more complicated yet meaningful parts of her life---important information was withheld, and certain names that were important to Callas, and are mentioned in her letters or seen in her travels, like the conductor Tulio Serafin, who mentored her, or the tenor DeStafano, who was her partner in her sadly aborted tour in 74, are left out. Paris theater is a strange place, perhaps the last remaining midtown first run movie theater from the pre rental days of the 70's. It is certainly a nice space to watch a movie (something comforting about knowing that only one movie is being shown in the space at a time) --a large majority of people at the 7:00 show of the movie were elderly---well, I guess that is to be expected.
Left the movie feeling a little sad---decided not to go into a bar to eat---got some food at Fairway and went home---slept pretty well. Now the question is how to spend the time between now and my voyage to Bushwick (thank God the L is running this weekend) since I have decided I do not want to be a spectator at anything else. Well, will report soon.
Friday, November 23, 2018
stomach problems continue...
as they had through most of yesterday. I did not eat until the Thanksgiving party, and even then, did not have a great deal, but filling up came easily. Today much better, I will really make an effort for all food that I take in to "caress" my stomach and not bloat it. I had a nice, fresh chicken salad sandwich earlier and that is sitting very well. Let's see what the rest of the day brings.
After the library did go to the Quad and saw the holocaust remembrance film. Very telling---once again, not much one can do when watching films like that but process the brutal tactics of the nazis and receive it. The interviewee, a very gracious Czech native, living at the time of the filming, comfortably in Isreal, tells calmly some terrible stories. All one can do is receive them---perhaps consider how lucky one has been to never experience anything remotely like the gratuitous sadism of the Nazis. After the movie, I wandered into the Quad bar, a small bar where I could order an Americano. I had a nice conversation with the young bartender named Matteo---he is a Stuyvesant graduate from 20011---did not know any Friends graduates from that year. I may return to the bar at some point to chill out---one can order the Americano, so I don't have to have a beer. After hanging out there for a while, I went home, tired, read a bit and went to sleep.
Yesterday, really dealt with a void while waiting to head to Brooklyn--read a bit, listened to the football game and rested. The party was fun---some interesting conversations with my relatives, who are very accepting. Stan, the husband of my cousin Kayla, the woman who gave the party, plays bluegrass every Saturday night at Sonny's a legendary bar in Red Hook. I have been there a few times---the staff is very welcoming, but it is hard to get to---only one bus, and that goes slowly in the evening. You know, cityboy is dead set against using taxis---well that is the way it is. Hopefully I can get over there at some point, have a beer, and hang out.
Today, should see the Callas movie---this would be the best time to catch it. Would like to see a play this evening, but I am not sure about how strong I will feel---tomorrow is free all day, so there is the possibility of seeing two plays, Will I? Not sure---again, do not wish to make any plans in advance. My friend Flaco is directing a play at Bushwick Starr for one performance tomorrow night---would like to see it---the L is running freely this weekend, but not sure. Will report tomorrow.
After the library did go to the Quad and saw the holocaust remembrance film. Very telling---once again, not much one can do when watching films like that but process the brutal tactics of the nazis and receive it. The interviewee, a very gracious Czech native, living at the time of the filming, comfortably in Isreal, tells calmly some terrible stories. All one can do is receive them---perhaps consider how lucky one has been to never experience anything remotely like the gratuitous sadism of the Nazis. After the movie, I wandered into the Quad bar, a small bar where I could order an Americano. I had a nice conversation with the young bartender named Matteo---he is a Stuyvesant graduate from 20011---did not know any Friends graduates from that year. I may return to the bar at some point to chill out---one can order the Americano, so I don't have to have a beer. After hanging out there for a while, I went home, tired, read a bit and went to sleep.
Yesterday, really dealt with a void while waiting to head to Brooklyn--read a bit, listened to the football game and rested. The party was fun---some interesting conversations with my relatives, who are very accepting. Stan, the husband of my cousin Kayla, the woman who gave the party, plays bluegrass every Saturday night at Sonny's a legendary bar in Red Hook. I have been there a few times---the staff is very welcoming, but it is hard to get to---only one bus, and that goes slowly in the evening. You know, cityboy is dead set against using taxis---well that is the way it is. Hopefully I can get over there at some point, have a beer, and hang out.
Today, should see the Callas movie---this would be the best time to catch it. Would like to see a play this evening, but I am not sure about how strong I will feel---tomorrow is free all day, so there is the possibility of seeing two plays, Will I? Not sure---again, do not wish to make any plans in advance. My friend Flaco is directing a play at Bushwick Starr for one performance tomorrow night---would like to see it---the L is running freely this weekend, but not sure. Will report tomorrow.
Wednesday, November 21, 2018
In Brooklyn and it is cold....
Gotten colder as the morning goes on. Cityboy is there to return Paul Auster's novel Invisible (an amazing piece!) which he took out of the Flatbush library two Saturdays ago while he was trying to catch up to the anti-gentrification march (he never did). Now, here is cityboy, sitting in the library on Pacific Street near the crossing of the three avenue with lots of time on his hands. Stomach has improved---I think things will turn out all right. But no plays today, at least one movie and then we will see.
The movie is at the Quad, and it is one of interviews with two women holocaust survivors. Of all the movies to see in NY (and there are many of them) cityboy has chosen that because he feels it is important to process the holocaust memories at this time. Why now? Well, the movie is there, and so this week is his only chance. But processing this infomation is meaningful---what will it leave me with, besides horror and sadness---I don't know. Ironically, later in the day the Quad is showing All That Jazz, Bob Fosse's autobiographical movie musical, about as far away from the holocuast as is possible. I have the chance to see both---I won't see the Fosse musical after the first one.
What about this evening. All theater on TDF is already off the web sit, meaning either movies aor possibly the all baroque concert that the Philharmonic is playing tonight,if senior tickets are available. Also, maybe some bar hopping, might want to return to La Flaca and let everyone know I am all right. It is kind of cold to go back to Brooklyn, to search out my South fourth friends, now, apparently, scattered to the wind.
Tomorrow, off the Prospect Heights for the early evening thanksgiving dinner at cousins' Stan and Kayla's apartment---first went to that party, I think, in 1991. The two girls, Molly and Jessie, not yet born in that year, will be there as well as Matt, the son of Kayla's older sister Kara. Have to remember not to overeat---do not want a reprise of Sunday's "problems": Will report soon.
The movie is at the Quad, and it is one of interviews with two women holocaust survivors. Of all the movies to see in NY (and there are many of them) cityboy has chosen that because he feels it is important to process the holocaust memories at this time. Why now? Well, the movie is there, and so this week is his only chance. But processing this infomation is meaningful---what will it leave me with, besides horror and sadness---I don't know. Ironically, later in the day the Quad is showing All That Jazz, Bob Fosse's autobiographical movie musical, about as far away from the holocuast as is possible. I have the chance to see both---I won't see the Fosse musical after the first one.
What about this evening. All theater on TDF is already off the web sit, meaning either movies aor possibly the all baroque concert that the Philharmonic is playing tonight,if senior tickets are available. Also, maybe some bar hopping, might want to return to La Flaca and let everyone know I am all right. It is kind of cold to go back to Brooklyn, to search out my South fourth friends, now, apparently, scattered to the wind.
Tomorrow, off the Prospect Heights for the early evening thanksgiving dinner at cousins' Stan and Kayla's apartment---first went to that party, I think, in 1991. The two girls, Molly and Jessie, not yet born in that year, will be there as well as Matt, the son of Kayla's older sister Kara. Have to remember not to overeat---do not want a reprise of Sunday's "problems": Will report soon.
Monday, November 19, 2018
what now, cityboy...
yesterday, cityboy dealt with something he has not had to deal with in a while. A large stomach ailment. It all began at Cobra, while he was watching the football game. He felt great, then decided to eat a very rich donut. After that it was all over. First there was the blockage, the when finally able to let go, a large portion of semi-diahreaa, and some vomiting. I must have made about twenty trips to the bathroom at Cobra, almost continually. My friends on the staff were helpful, and no one seemed to be making a big fuss about it. I wanted to go home and rest, but how? The L was shut down, and I was on Wycoff and Jefferson. Taxi all the way home? Too expensive. Still feeling much abdominal pain I managed finally to leave, wait for the shuttle bus to Myrtle Wycoff and get the M to Manhattan. Just as the train was approaching Essex, I felt another attack---had to get off, luckily two blocks away was my friend Bob's restaurant La Flaca--I raced there and let Jasmine, the waitress, and Tom, my friend the bartender know how I felt. Luckily the place was not too crowded---they were very helpful and concerned, as Tom made me seltzer with bitters and that seemed to calm my stomach down. I remained for about over an hour, finally felt that the pressure on my abdomen could be dealt with, and went home. Again, a taxi was a possibility, but cityboy,being, even in what could be called a moment of crisis, totally cos conscious opted for public transportation---the F to the D to 59th and then the 104 home. He made it! Tired but relieved. Sleep .
In the morning I awoke feeling better, and soon the pain in the abdomen had diminished to nothing. Why? Did I just need sleep. Was it the pheno barbital I had bought on the way home. What are the larger ramifications of this. Still feel it was "justified" to reject the colonoscopy, but the stomach "trauma" that I experienced yesterday has to make me think about possibly taking one.
Today I feel much better---did not get called to work (will be at Friends tomorrow) and got up, moved around, actually got a much needed hair cut, and have one session this afternoon. Still, feel tired, need to work some of this through my body. Why? Was it just the combination of food? . Still remember how great I felt before the donut. Is it a manifestation of simply the amount of work I had at Friends (11 out of 12 days) in the past two weeks. Is my mind overburdened with all the choices, artistic and otherwise that I have in the next few days? Who can I discuss this with. Cityboy has made it a point to present himself to others as a perfectly healthy specimen. Is this some kind of ulcer or acid reflex action that has come upon him. Much to think about and deal with---wonder if I should just rest for most of the holiday.
All right, let it be, this is where we are now. Thanksgiving should be the coldest in history. I am going to Stan and Kayla's house to see the family. Will report soon.
In the morning I awoke feeling better, and soon the pain in the abdomen had diminished to nothing. Why? Did I just need sleep. Was it the pheno barbital I had bought on the way home. What are the larger ramifications of this. Still feel it was "justified" to reject the colonoscopy, but the stomach "trauma" that I experienced yesterday has to make me think about possibly taking one.
Today I feel much better---did not get called to work (will be at Friends tomorrow) and got up, moved around, actually got a much needed hair cut, and have one session this afternoon. Still, feel tired, need to work some of this through my body. Why? Was it just the combination of food? . Still remember how great I felt before the donut. Is it a manifestation of simply the amount of work I had at Friends (11 out of 12 days) in the past two weeks. Is my mind overburdened with all the choices, artistic and otherwise that I have in the next few days? Who can I discuss this with. Cityboy has made it a point to present himself to others as a perfectly healthy specimen. Is this some kind of ulcer or acid reflex action that has come upon him. Much to think about and deal with---wonder if I should just rest for most of the holiday.
All right, let it be, this is where we are now. Thanksgiving should be the coldest in history. I am going to Stan and Kayla's house to see the family. Will report soon.
Saturday, November 17, 2018
the marathon seems to be over.....
after eleven straight days at Friends---only two more before the Thanksgiving break and no assignments at this point. Quite a run---quite an endurance test. What next? Not sure.
The push back against Amazon continues---certainly this is a horrible abuse of power by the governor. How can you disenfranchise so many people in one move. But it is precisely this disenfranchisement that will get people angry. Can relax a little bit because the ground swell seems to be growing.
Plans for tonight: The well respected production of Uncle Vanya ends its run tomorrow---my plan is to try to get a cancellation for tonight. If not, probably a movie--then headed over to the BAN party---will come in, make a small contribution, psych out the scene and then either stay or leave. I am going more to support BAN, then to have a good time. That is the plan for tonight.
As for tomorrow, I will try to return to Cobra and my friend bartender Olivia for the early afternoon. Watch the 'futile" Giant game, but at least it will be quiet. Possibly have some good conversations. After that, maybe a movie---the Chantal Ackerman one at BAN or one of the Lanzman ones at the Quad---have to check out some other venues as well. Also would like to finish Invisible, the novel by Paul Auster that I find so fascinating---it really separates me from the rest of the world.
At any rate, we will just let things happen and report soon.
The push back against Amazon continues---certainly this is a horrible abuse of power by the governor. How can you disenfranchise so many people in one move. But it is precisely this disenfranchisement that will get people angry. Can relax a little bit because the ground swell seems to be growing.
Plans for tonight: The well respected production of Uncle Vanya ends its run tomorrow---my plan is to try to get a cancellation for tonight. If not, probably a movie--then headed over to the BAN party---will come in, make a small contribution, psych out the scene and then either stay or leave. I am going more to support BAN, then to have a good time. That is the plan for tonight.
As for tomorrow, I will try to return to Cobra and my friend bartender Olivia for the early afternoon. Watch the 'futile" Giant game, but at least it will be quiet. Possibly have some good conversations. After that, maybe a movie---the Chantal Ackerman one at BAN or one of the Lanzman ones at the Quad---have to check out some other venues as well. Also would like to finish Invisible, the novel by Paul Auster that I find so fascinating---it really separates me from the rest of the world.
At any rate, we will just let things happen and report soon.
Thursday, November 15, 2018
the pushback against
Amazon coming to Queens has been pretty strong. Good sign---good wake up call for those who are just "going along". Lots of fb posting---maybe some real discussions in person can be generated out of this. Much prefer that then just chiming in on FB.
Three days of work at Friends this week so far---another one, a long one, tomorrow. This is the first weekday off I have had in two weeks. Seems a little weird. But here I am. All nights this week simply at home. But Saturday---
Went to the Quad first to see the Bergman bio. Some good things---captured some of Bergman's haunted qualities---brought me back to the sixties and early seventies when it seemed "de riguer" to see his movies, past and present. While it did not present a coherent whole of his work---did not explore themes that go throughout---or if it did, maybe a little to superficially---I was glad to be there. I remember being at Hopkins in 63 and 64, when Dr. Macksey would moderate discussions after the films. Interesting---I was in such a different place then. But the memories are strong.
After that, walked to the diner on 23rd and 7th and had a nice blt and coffee---then was stunned by the bill---$11.60---before the tip. Where is this going? Was able to get to the theater where i was seeing Caitlin S's play early. The play itself was eclectic, very well directed and acted (a little too much over the top) about two female twenty something workers who wake up on a Sunday morning wiped out from the night before. But what happened? The playwright challenges herself by creating to kind of "dense" characters who speak in a cold, stylized voice, but for the most part, she is strong enough to carry this through. For a small production the technical aspects were terrific (they almost always are, at this point). Said hello to Caitlin afterwards (I had met her at a few Assembly parties so she know me---that is why I came to this play) ---she was cordial and grateful that I had come. Trip home uneventful---got hungry again, so settled for pizza at the ninth avenue Two Boots---not the greatest but cheap--and I wanted to save money.
Sunday, decided to check out an "immersive" production of Merrily We Roll Along, performing in, of all places Muchmore's a coffee beer place in Williamsburg with a performance venue in the back. A small company called Brooklyn Theater Company put it together for 3 performances---amateur it wasn't! Cast was strong and focused, some actually played the instruments as well--Merrily, of course, is the Sondheim musical that means the most to me---especially the second act. The first act was a little ponderous---I think the company wanted to dot all the i's and cross all the t's of the text, but once Charlie sang Good Thing Going in Act II, it was all over for me---I am just so moved and taken in by everything that follows. A few nice conversations with other audience members---always easy at these small theaters---it is amazing how much theater of this nature---really talented people performing in small companies---exists. A good afternoon, I want to return to Muchmore's in the future, just to hang out and have their coffee.
Finished the night at La Flaca---had a nice talk with Tom, the night bartender whom I have known for several years.
Tonight is supposed to be stormy---might be a good time so see if I can get a return for Uncle Vanya at Hunter---must see it soon since it is closing this week---but it will depend on how I feel, will report soon.
Three days of work at Friends this week so far---another one, a long one, tomorrow. This is the first weekday off I have had in two weeks. Seems a little weird. But here I am. All nights this week simply at home. But Saturday---
Went to the Quad first to see the Bergman bio. Some good things---captured some of Bergman's haunted qualities---brought me back to the sixties and early seventies when it seemed "de riguer" to see his movies, past and present. While it did not present a coherent whole of his work---did not explore themes that go throughout---or if it did, maybe a little to superficially---I was glad to be there. I remember being at Hopkins in 63 and 64, when Dr. Macksey would moderate discussions after the films. Interesting---I was in such a different place then. But the memories are strong.
After that, walked to the diner on 23rd and 7th and had a nice blt and coffee---then was stunned by the bill---$11.60---before the tip. Where is this going? Was able to get to the theater where i was seeing Caitlin S's play early. The play itself was eclectic, very well directed and acted (a little too much over the top) about two female twenty something workers who wake up on a Sunday morning wiped out from the night before. But what happened? The playwright challenges herself by creating to kind of "dense" characters who speak in a cold, stylized voice, but for the most part, she is strong enough to carry this through. For a small production the technical aspects were terrific (they almost always are, at this point). Said hello to Caitlin afterwards (I had met her at a few Assembly parties so she know me---that is why I came to this play) ---she was cordial and grateful that I had come. Trip home uneventful---got hungry again, so settled for pizza at the ninth avenue Two Boots---not the greatest but cheap--and I wanted to save money.
Sunday, decided to check out an "immersive" production of Merrily We Roll Along, performing in, of all places Muchmore's a coffee beer place in Williamsburg with a performance venue in the back. A small company called Brooklyn Theater Company put it together for 3 performances---amateur it wasn't! Cast was strong and focused, some actually played the instruments as well--Merrily, of course, is the Sondheim musical that means the most to me---especially the second act. The first act was a little ponderous---I think the company wanted to dot all the i's and cross all the t's of the text, but once Charlie sang Good Thing Going in Act II, it was all over for me---I am just so moved and taken in by everything that follows. A few nice conversations with other audience members---always easy at these small theaters---it is amazing how much theater of this nature---really talented people performing in small companies---exists. A good afternoon, I want to return to Muchmore's in the future, just to hang out and have their coffee.
Finished the night at La Flaca---had a nice talk with Tom, the night bartender whom I have known for several years.
Tonight is supposed to be stormy---might be a good time so see if I can get a return for Uncle Vanya at Hunter---must see it soon since it is closing this week---but it will depend on how I feel, will report soon.
Saturday, November 10, 2018
Finally I have returned....
after seven days of work---five this week---a really tiring week, yet despite being tired, I went to the Ensemble Studio Theater short one acts yesterday, and amazingly enough, walked there and back (from 76th and West End to 52nd and 11th, a straight line). The short one acts were frustrating---more attempts that turned out to be superficial then meaningful---and I saw my friend Sarah in one of them (the reason I decided to go). Yes, EST, where I once went almost every day, even though I was not a member, yet I directed some meaningful projects in that space, and made some very solid friendships there as well. All of that is now about 30 years old, but the memories still hold. I probably would have been made a member, but CD, the artistic director until his death, did not want it---yet he was always civil to me. Go figure! It is a lot of water under the bridge at this point.
Tonight I already have tickets for a play called When We Went Electronic---the playwright is a woman I have met at a few parties (Assembly) and have had some nice conversations with. I was ambivalent about going, but feel that since we have had nice talks, I should take a look at her work. I wonder if she will be there tonight, or any of my other friends from the "community".
What else? A possible movie before the play (got to catch up!) and tomorrow, a possible "immersive" production of Merrily We Role Along, in Williamsburg (Wow! all of a sudden everybody loves that musical!) But at the moment I am feeling kind of tired, I probably will go back to the apartment and rest a bit, then see how I feel. I would like to see the Bergman film or the Callas film, both have very strong deja vue meaning for me, and with so many other things to do and see, this might be a good chance to look at them. But I will see how I feel, before I decide to go.
Bergman, yes I guess you might say he was "hot" during the early and middle sixties. Everyone I knew, when I was in college or shortly after was talking about his work. He really represents a moment in time for me---the memories are so clear---especially the first (and only) time I saw the Magician, at Hopkins around 63. Really stunned by the ending. So the movie (and also the Callas movie) would definitely be a journey into past memory for me. Will I do it? Can't say.
I will be subbing at Friends next week 4 out of 5 days (there are no classes on Thursday, so I can be assured of a day off) next week, After that...? Just two work days till Thanksgiving---very early this year. Should be interesting---will report soon.
Tonight I already have tickets for a play called When We Went Electronic---the playwright is a woman I have met at a few parties (Assembly) and have had some nice conversations with. I was ambivalent about going, but feel that since we have had nice talks, I should take a look at her work. I wonder if she will be there tonight, or any of my other friends from the "community".
What else? A possible movie before the play (got to catch up!) and tomorrow, a possible "immersive" production of Merrily We Role Along, in Williamsburg (Wow! all of a sudden everybody loves that musical!) But at the moment I am feeling kind of tired, I probably will go back to the apartment and rest a bit, then see how I feel. I would like to see the Bergman film or the Callas film, both have very strong deja vue meaning for me, and with so many other things to do and see, this might be a good chance to look at them. But I will see how I feel, before I decide to go.
Bergman, yes I guess you might say he was "hot" during the early and middle sixties. Everyone I knew, when I was in college or shortly after was talking about his work. He really represents a moment in time for me---the memories are so clear---especially the first (and only) time I saw the Magician, at Hopkins around 63. Really stunned by the ending. So the movie (and also the Callas movie) would definitely be a journey into past memory for me. Will I do it? Can't say.
I will be subbing at Friends next week 4 out of 5 days (there are no classes on Thursday, so I can be assured of a day off) next week, After that...? Just two work days till Thanksgiving---very early this year. Should be interesting---will report soon.
Wednesday, October 31, 2018
the beginning of a long
run of work at Friends--starting tomorrow it will be 11 days in a row; there will be one day off on the 15th (no classes) and the next day that I am not hired as of now is the 19th---two days before Thanksgiving. CItyboy is putting himself through quite a test as he goes on this marathon---but it is important to do it. Will try to keep up this blog during this period, but other commitments may make it hard to do.
Yesterday, the morning began as usual---no work---waiting for a call. When none had come by 7, cityboy headed out for coffee, but a little after a text from one of the teachers---he was needed after all. Cityboy arrived at 10---and while waiting for his first class, buzzed around the school like a busy bee, checking in with all his future assignments---switching some around, getting some new ones,and generally moving through the school at an amazingly frenetic (in his opinion) rate. What astounded me was the different reality that cityboy creates once he is in a different environment--at Friends, everything seems to be about momentum, or at least it was yesterday morning.
Free day today---earlier in the week when I thought that Friday might be my only day of work, I figured today, Halloween, might be the perfect day to try to rush the version of Oklahoma playing at the Saint Ann's warehouse---something I would really like to see. But with the workload of the next two days staring me in the face (and some action on Saturday as well) a movie might be a better idea, and also staying on this side of the river could make more sense. Lots of movies to see, may check out the Frederick Wiseman documentary about Muncie Indiana at the Film Forum this afternoon---they have other terrific movies there as well. In addition, on Friday, at least 3 documentaries are opening---one about Callas, one about Bergman, and the Orson Welles lost film (this is not a documentary)---wow! How far can one take deja vue. Well we will see.
That is it for now, as I contemplate and plan my last day of "freedom". Will report soon
Yesterday, the morning began as usual---no work---waiting for a call. When none had come by 7, cityboy headed out for coffee, but a little after a text from one of the teachers---he was needed after all. Cityboy arrived at 10---and while waiting for his first class, buzzed around the school like a busy bee, checking in with all his future assignments---switching some around, getting some new ones,and generally moving through the school at an amazingly frenetic (in his opinion) rate. What astounded me was the different reality that cityboy creates once he is in a different environment--at Friends, everything seems to be about momentum, or at least it was yesterday morning.
Free day today---earlier in the week when I thought that Friday might be my only day of work, I figured today, Halloween, might be the perfect day to try to rush the version of Oklahoma playing at the Saint Ann's warehouse---something I would really like to see. But with the workload of the next two days staring me in the face (and some action on Saturday as well) a movie might be a better idea, and also staying on this side of the river could make more sense. Lots of movies to see, may check out the Frederick Wiseman documentary about Muncie Indiana at the Film Forum this afternoon---they have other terrific movies there as well. In addition, on Friday, at least 3 documentaries are opening---one about Callas, one about Bergman, and the Orson Welles lost film (this is not a documentary)---wow! How far can one take deja vue. Well we will see.
That is it for now, as I contemplate and plan my last day of "freedom". Will report soon
Monday, October 29, 2018
First day that I have not....
worked at Friends in almost two weeks. Interesting, how the pace and the feelings of the day are so different on days that you are "free". Its also a harsh day outside. This afternoon there is a protest outside an apartment house in Bed-Stuy where the tenants have been deprived of their heat for several months. I will try to make it. BAN meeting tonight? Not sure---possible.
Looking outside at the weather, the color of the day reminds me of a day in November of 63. It was a Monday, the Monday after 11/22, the day JFK was shot. The weather around the Hopkins campus that day was cold and dank, and the campus was deserted (all classes were suspended) A harsh chill in the air, a sense of feeling anonymous. Strangely enough, the next day, when classes resumed, was a very open sunny day, and I remember feeling amazed at how easily people moved around the campus. It was as if the world was put back on its axis---order had been restored. At least that was my vision of the moment.
Saturday night, went to Westbeth to see the play my friend Sarah directed, which had several friends of mine in it. A play of pure language, that gives the audience no structure at all, it is defiant in the way it holds back from people. But is it successful? The production was brilliantly conceived, the costumes and scenery made a tremendous contribution to the evening, but at what point does one simply turn off when one realizes that stylistically nothing in the evening will change? Some of the word imagery was striking, other times, just ponderous. I discussed this with the person who organized the lobby, after the play, as well as with several cast members whom I chatted with as they came out afterwards. They were very open to discussion and very friendly. Last out was one of the actors, Merlyn, whom I have been friends with for a long while. We talked and then went to a nearby bar on Hudson Street to have a beer and watch the world series game. The bar, an Irish one, was very crowded with Halloween revelers---kind of gross, actually. Did not get a chance to watch much of the game, but stayed at the bar for a while, kind of put off by how crowded it was, and then went home.
Yesterday, made it to Cobra by 12:30, again no L, so took the M to Flushing and walked the rest of the way to the Bushwick border. Not really that hard a walk, saw more large luxury buildings on Bushwick Avenue that look like they will open soon. How much luxury building before the dam breaks? Watched the Jet game at Cobra, kind of bored, so after the first half, took off, walked to Broadway via Hart Street, the whole Bushwick grid, and returned to Manhattan to go to the Quad, where I saw Tea with the Dames, the documentary featuring Dench, Smith, Plowright and Atkins, and their shared reminiscences. A really beautiful documentary, the women are incredibly sharp, and it was wonderful to listen to their memories of the sixties, at a time when I was reading about all that was happening at the National and Royal Shakespeare theater with great interest.
So that is it---will report on more tomorrow or soon.
Looking outside at the weather, the color of the day reminds me of a day in November of 63. It was a Monday, the Monday after 11/22, the day JFK was shot. The weather around the Hopkins campus that day was cold and dank, and the campus was deserted (all classes were suspended) A harsh chill in the air, a sense of feeling anonymous. Strangely enough, the next day, when classes resumed, was a very open sunny day, and I remember feeling amazed at how easily people moved around the campus. It was as if the world was put back on its axis---order had been restored. At least that was my vision of the moment.
Saturday night, went to Westbeth to see the play my friend Sarah directed, which had several friends of mine in it. A play of pure language, that gives the audience no structure at all, it is defiant in the way it holds back from people. But is it successful? The production was brilliantly conceived, the costumes and scenery made a tremendous contribution to the evening, but at what point does one simply turn off when one realizes that stylistically nothing in the evening will change? Some of the word imagery was striking, other times, just ponderous. I discussed this with the person who organized the lobby, after the play, as well as with several cast members whom I chatted with as they came out afterwards. They were very open to discussion and very friendly. Last out was one of the actors, Merlyn, whom I have been friends with for a long while. We talked and then went to a nearby bar on Hudson Street to have a beer and watch the world series game. The bar, an Irish one, was very crowded with Halloween revelers---kind of gross, actually. Did not get a chance to watch much of the game, but stayed at the bar for a while, kind of put off by how crowded it was, and then went home.
Yesterday, made it to Cobra by 12:30, again no L, so took the M to Flushing and walked the rest of the way to the Bushwick border. Not really that hard a walk, saw more large luxury buildings on Bushwick Avenue that look like they will open soon. How much luxury building before the dam breaks? Watched the Jet game at Cobra, kind of bored, so after the first half, took off, walked to Broadway via Hart Street, the whole Bushwick grid, and returned to Manhattan to go to the Quad, where I saw Tea with the Dames, the documentary featuring Dench, Smith, Plowright and Atkins, and their shared reminiscences. A really beautiful documentary, the women are incredibly sharp, and it was wonderful to listen to their memories of the sixties, at a time when I was reading about all that was happening at the National and Royal Shakespeare theater with great interest.
So that is it---will report on more tomorrow or soon.
Saturday, October 27, 2018
Hello, cityboy--where have you been...?
Well, I have been subbing at Friends for the last 5 days, and coming home after that and some sessions and simply vegetating that is, chilling out and getting my body ready for the next day. No evening experiences on Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday or Thursday. Next week may be more flexible, because as of now I am not scheduled to work until Friday afternoon---but probably will get some work before that. Anyway, Friday is the beginning of a 10 days of commitment to different programs at Friends. Good! I really enjoy the time I spend there; I love being focused on classes and talking to the students, many of whom I have worked with for over 5 years.
Sunday late afternoon: Saw the movie at BAM called A Season in Paris---an intense movie about a black exile from an African country to which he cannot return---the plot centers around his receiving a notice that his petition for French citizenship, or to remain in France indefinitely has been denied. Why? The movie never says---I guess the film maker wants to see the choices the government makes as totally arbitrary. He is a solid man, protective of his two very bright children and having a relationship with an attractive white professional woman. The bulk of the movie is how he tries to cope with his anxiety and hostility at the system that will not allow him to remain in France. Watching the movie, I, of course, felt tremendous compassion and sadness for the man---the movie is also beautifully shot, with excellent camera work.
Yesterday evening--went to see a production of Salome, directed by a Friends Seminary graduate (04) and with two people in it whom I know. The production was straightforward, the woman playing Salome, not quite up to the complete task, ( but you know that the role is impossible as well); she knew what she wanted to play, but I know actresses with far greater range. My friend Marty K played Herod, the role that has so fascinated Al Pacino in recent years, and was the part of the remarkable movie that he made last year called Wilde, Salome. Marty was amazing! He turned a bunch of "dutiful" performances into a bravura world. Would love to see him do more. Afterwards, said hello to him and spoke to him for a while. Then walked to Mullanes, a nearby sports bar and watched some of the game and had an interesting chat with a guy almost my age named Sandy.
Today will see my friend Sarah's project at one of the Westbeth theaters, and tomorrow hope to hang out at Cobra for the first part of the afternoon and watch some football. After that..? Well, there are about 8 movies that are interesting (with two more joining them on Friday) and some good games towards the evening---we will see.
BAN meeting on Monday to discuss the protest march coming up next Saturday--not sure where I stand with it---will report later.
Sunday late afternoon: Saw the movie at BAM called A Season in Paris---an intense movie about a black exile from an African country to which he cannot return---the plot centers around his receiving a notice that his petition for French citizenship, or to remain in France indefinitely has been denied. Why? The movie never says---I guess the film maker wants to see the choices the government makes as totally arbitrary. He is a solid man, protective of his two very bright children and having a relationship with an attractive white professional woman. The bulk of the movie is how he tries to cope with his anxiety and hostility at the system that will not allow him to remain in France. Watching the movie, I, of course, felt tremendous compassion and sadness for the man---the movie is also beautifully shot, with excellent camera work.
Yesterday evening--went to see a production of Salome, directed by a Friends Seminary graduate (04) and with two people in it whom I know. The production was straightforward, the woman playing Salome, not quite up to the complete task, ( but you know that the role is impossible as well); she knew what she wanted to play, but I know actresses with far greater range. My friend Marty K played Herod, the role that has so fascinated Al Pacino in recent years, and was the part of the remarkable movie that he made last year called Wilde, Salome. Marty was amazing! He turned a bunch of "dutiful" performances into a bravura world. Would love to see him do more. Afterwards, said hello to him and spoke to him for a while. Then walked to Mullanes, a nearby sports bar and watched some of the game and had an interesting chat with a guy almost my age named Sandy.
Today will see my friend Sarah's project at one of the Westbeth theaters, and tomorrow hope to hang out at Cobra for the first part of the afternoon and watch some football. After that..? Well, there are about 8 movies that are interesting (with two more joining them on Friday) and some good games towards the evening---we will see.
BAN meeting on Monday to discuss the protest march coming up next Saturday--not sure where I stand with it---will report later.
Saturday, October 20, 2018
and so it happened...
and I have spent the last three days working at Friends, (and on Thursday some session overload)---the work has been grueling---but you know that I am very happy being at Friends. So what next? Not sure---no "cultural" journeys during this time. I had hoped to go out to Brooklyn tonight to see a play, but that is doubtful. It might be better to stay in Manhattan---maybe watch the final playoff game at La Flaca and just "hang" . Hard to say---will let things happen and assess my power as the day continues.
Not much else to report. Cityboy just comes home and relaxes and prepares for the next day at Friends. No journeys or whatever.
So that is it for now---will post whenever I can.
Not much else to report. Cityboy just comes home and relaxes and prepares for the next day at Friends. No journeys or whatever.
So that is it for now---will post whenever I can.
Tuesday, October 16, 2018
last day free....
for the next eight days, I will be subbing (full or half days) at Friends, Looking forward to it---life changes immediately for cityboy whenever he gets the call. Cityboy will try to post at least once during this group of days, and certainly on Saturday (I think).
Yesterday, did go to the BAN meeting, not heavily attended but productive---most of the talk was about a planned forum in February. I volunteered that it should be held, if possible, at Jack, which the others felt was a good choice. It was nice being in a meeting with a small group. The next is scheduled for two weeks.
I was very wound up after the meeting, and though my stomach was not totally into it, I decided to go to the bar on 23rd and 7th, watch some of the baseball playoff game, and have a beer. It was a good choice, the bartender was welcoming, I was able to drink the beer without being stuffed, and the game was interesting. I am glad that I did it--I simply was not ready to go back to the apartment.
This evening there is a reading of a play by a friend of mine in the village that I might check out. Will depend on how much energy I have after two sessions--might be best just to gather my strength for tomorrow and the days to come---well, it will be determined. I would like to visit with my friend Sarah, who is directing the reading, and other friends who will be there. But not sure at this time---will report soon.
Yesterday, did go to the BAN meeting, not heavily attended but productive---most of the talk was about a planned forum in February. I volunteered that it should be held, if possible, at Jack, which the others felt was a good choice. It was nice being in a meeting with a small group. The next is scheduled for two weeks.
I was very wound up after the meeting, and though my stomach was not totally into it, I decided to go to the bar on 23rd and 7th, watch some of the baseball playoff game, and have a beer. It was a good choice, the bartender was welcoming, I was able to drink the beer without being stuffed, and the game was interesting. I am glad that I did it--I simply was not ready to go back to the apartment.
This evening there is a reading of a play by a friend of mine in the village that I might check out. Will depend on how much energy I have after two sessions--might be best just to gather my strength for tomorrow and the days to come---well, it will be determined. I would like to visit with my friend Sarah, who is directing the reading, and other friends who will be there. But not sure at this time---will report soon.
Monday, October 15, 2018
Great day at Friends....
on Friday---proctoring two tests for the 10 grade---some of my favorite students in that group. Felt a tremendous esprit--great shared energy. Can't wait to return there later in the week, and I have a very heavy schedule for next week.
Thursday---did attend the Jerome Robbins walk around lead by Deborah Jowitt. She gave an organized presentation and touched all the bases, but I felt that I knew as much as she did---strange that most of the participants in the walk in the library knew very little about Robbins. I said nothing and asked no questions, since I did not want to play the role of the "boy who knows everything" in the group. Afterwards, returned home and headed for La Flaca for its eighth birthday party. Lots of people there that I knew, many from the first years of the restaurants opening. Had a basically good time as I touched base with many people I had not seen in a long time. Good food too, and it was all free. Glad that Bobby has really made the restaurant work in the eight years it has been there---I know it was his dream since he arrived in NYC about 18 years ago. Left feeling good.
Saturday, visited my friend Liz the painter at her studio at the Brooklyn Navy Yard---then headed to BAM---caught a silent movie with Paul Robeson, made by the black director Oscar Michaux. It was a really interesting curiosity---with Robeson playing two roles. Nice, deliberate camera angles and framing. Did not stay for the second part of the double bill, the great movie, the Night of the Hunter---to intense and predatory for me. When I left BAN it was still early---could have tried to see the piece at the Harvey, but was not up for it. Instead, went to the large bar-coffee place that has just been built on Fulton near Flatbush---it is really very untilitarian---you can have coffee there or a beer and a meal. Watched both baseball games, and had a cale salad which was very good (but I think did have consequences later) Returned home.
Yesterday, the day I was scheduled for the colonoscopy set up---of course I had already canceled the appointment. Yet the day was strange---a lot of stomach problems during the day---I was able to get out to Cobra---taking the M to flushing and walking the long walk north on Flushing to Wycoff. Did not eat much, and after a few hours at Cobra, where I spoke to a few people, I felt tired. Usually I like to wander in parts of Brooklyn, but yesterday it seemed more provident to return home and rest. So I did, ironically spending the evening by myself, contending with some stomach feelings, probably not so different from if I had taken the pills for the colonoscopy prep.
This morning, felt much better---picked up my check from Friends---a nice one---and returned to the library. Tonight there is a BAN meeting, but friends of mine are performing at the Tank. A tough choice, would love to see the work of Shayna and Sarah, but probably will go to BAN. Maybe both.
Hectic day, filled with many feelings, will report tomorrow or soon.
Thursday---did attend the Jerome Robbins walk around lead by Deborah Jowitt. She gave an organized presentation and touched all the bases, but I felt that I knew as much as she did---strange that most of the participants in the walk in the library knew very little about Robbins. I said nothing and asked no questions, since I did not want to play the role of the "boy who knows everything" in the group. Afterwards, returned home and headed for La Flaca for its eighth birthday party. Lots of people there that I knew, many from the first years of the restaurants opening. Had a basically good time as I touched base with many people I had not seen in a long time. Good food too, and it was all free. Glad that Bobby has really made the restaurant work in the eight years it has been there---I know it was his dream since he arrived in NYC about 18 years ago. Left feeling good.
Saturday, visited my friend Liz the painter at her studio at the Brooklyn Navy Yard---then headed to BAM---caught a silent movie with Paul Robeson, made by the black director Oscar Michaux. It was a really interesting curiosity---with Robeson playing two roles. Nice, deliberate camera angles and framing. Did not stay for the second part of the double bill, the great movie, the Night of the Hunter---to intense and predatory for me. When I left BAN it was still early---could have tried to see the piece at the Harvey, but was not up for it. Instead, went to the large bar-coffee place that has just been built on Fulton near Flatbush---it is really very untilitarian---you can have coffee there or a beer and a meal. Watched both baseball games, and had a cale salad which was very good (but I think did have consequences later) Returned home.
Yesterday, the day I was scheduled for the colonoscopy set up---of course I had already canceled the appointment. Yet the day was strange---a lot of stomach problems during the day---I was able to get out to Cobra---taking the M to flushing and walking the long walk north on Flushing to Wycoff. Did not eat much, and after a few hours at Cobra, where I spoke to a few people, I felt tired. Usually I like to wander in parts of Brooklyn, but yesterday it seemed more provident to return home and rest. So I did, ironically spending the evening by myself, contending with some stomach feelings, probably not so different from if I had taken the pills for the colonoscopy prep.
This morning, felt much better---picked up my check from Friends---a nice one---and returned to the library. Tonight there is a BAN meeting, but friends of mine are performing at the Tank. A tough choice, would love to see the work of Shayna and Sarah, but probably will go to BAN. Maybe both.
Hectic day, filled with many feelings, will report tomorrow or soon.
Thursday, October 11, 2018
so he made his move....
and canceled his scheduled colonoscopy for this Monday. How do you feel, cityboy? Depends---different things at different times. It's nice that the weekend is now open. I have things to do on Saturday that I think would have been very difficult if I went ahead with the procedure---I would have been very worried about the next day--also, I could be asked to work on Monday and I would not want to miss that (it is also check day---important!)
Yet, I would be not telling the truth if I did not say that I am not sure where I stand on this. I know that I should get this procedure---the question is how, and with whom? Can I find a doctor who will make me feel he or she is protective of me? I think that is one of the things that I am looking for. A lot to be worked out---will see my "friendly" doctor a week from Wednesday, perhaps our discussion then will provide some answers.
Need to lose myself in something at this point---read something fascinating; have an interesting or passionate conversation with someone---
This afternoon, one of the biographers of Robbins is giving a talk. I might want to take that in---see what she has to say and compare that with my vision or of the choreographer and the breadth of his work. Still feel strongly related to it---in a way his work mirrors my childhood and young adult hood.West Side Story changed me irrevocably--you know that---also remember the first time I saw the opening procession from Fiddler---really remarkable for what it was. I had come in from Yale (the drama school) that morning, and met my brother and father at the theater. Yes, those were the days when David and I shared so much fun and enthusiasm for going to plays together.
Last night, after a light sleep that ended around 7, left the apartment, went down to the Apple Store to check e-mail (nothing) then decided that the best place for me to have a meal was Lansdowne Road. Good idea, my friend Mel, an actress and waitress was very happy to see me, and I also had a nice talk with the bartender---she described to me in detail her trip to parts of Europe. It was a good choice. Incidentally, I walked from the Apple Store on 67th and Broadway to the bar-restaurant on 44th and 12th. Great day to walk, very mild.
My niece Natalie and her husband Jarett arrive tonight and will be visiting until next Wednesday. Will probably spend Sunday with them---should be fun---a lot of good conversation. Will report soon.
Yet, I would be not telling the truth if I did not say that I am not sure where I stand on this. I know that I should get this procedure---the question is how, and with whom? Can I find a doctor who will make me feel he or she is protective of me? I think that is one of the things that I am looking for. A lot to be worked out---will see my "friendly" doctor a week from Wednesday, perhaps our discussion then will provide some answers.
Need to lose myself in something at this point---read something fascinating; have an interesting or passionate conversation with someone---
This afternoon, one of the biographers of Robbins is giving a talk. I might want to take that in---see what she has to say and compare that with my vision or of the choreographer and the breadth of his work. Still feel strongly related to it---in a way his work mirrors my childhood and young adult hood.West Side Story changed me irrevocably--you know that---also remember the first time I saw the opening procession from Fiddler---really remarkable for what it was. I had come in from Yale (the drama school) that morning, and met my brother and father at the theater. Yes, those were the days when David and I shared so much fun and enthusiasm for going to plays together.
Last night, after a light sleep that ended around 7, left the apartment, went down to the Apple Store to check e-mail (nothing) then decided that the best place for me to have a meal was Lansdowne Road. Good idea, my friend Mel, an actress and waitress was very happy to see me, and I also had a nice talk with the bartender---she described to me in detail her trip to parts of Europe. It was a good choice. Incidentally, I walked from the Apple Store on 67th and Broadway to the bar-restaurant on 44th and 12th. Great day to walk, very mild.
My niece Natalie and her husband Jarett arrive tonight and will be visiting until next Wednesday. Will probably spend Sunday with them---should be fun---a lot of good conversation. Will report soon.
Wednesday, October 10, 2018
Will we ever know.....
asks the three sisters in Chekhov's play. Same thing for me, as I am prepared to forgo my scheduled colonoscopy for Monday. Not the right time, and my body is feeling very strong. Yet when I described some symptoms I had on Sunday evening to my friend Robin, she said they were similar to hers when around the time she was diagnosed with Ovarian Cancer. A sobering thought--made me think a little bit about not rejecting--but in the end, I will put the procedure off---possibly later---I will see the doctor I am very fond of on Wednesday the 24th, and we will talk about a possible later test. At least that is what it seems at this moment.
A quick rehash of Saturday---attended the Preludes at Segal Center---interesting work, saw a lot of people that I know, gossiped a little etc. Then it was off to the Access Theater to see the "Checkhov Mishmash" that I mentioned in the last blog post.This is a young company, all whom have studied at ART. In actuality, they performed most of The Three Sisters, with some "mishmash" thrown in. Nothing that they added seemed to enlarge or build on the meaning of the play---they were interludes that I found mostly sophmoric. But a lot of the evening was just a performance of The Three Sisters, and the cast took an honest and sincere approach to the work. No great acting, but everybody worked hard. The fourth act found the strength and sadness in the play, making the evening satisfying.
While I was there, met an interesting high school senior (girl) who was seeing the play, We had an interesting conversation. She had not read the play, so I wondered how it would effect her. She said she liked it---I urged her to read the real play, and also the other three major plays that Chekhov wrote.
The Access theater is in a loft on Broadway and White Street, two blocks south of Canal. When the play was over, wanted to go into a bar and have a meal, but everything around there was so expensive. I walked from the theater to Houston Street, through the western edge of Soho--I was amazed at how many restaurants (upscale) were packed at around 10 p.m. So much money that seems to be willing to be spent. I ended up with a pizza slice (all that I could afford) and finally took the subway home.
Sunday was a slower day---did see a movie fresh from the film festival called Private Lives---the story of a white approaching middle aged couple trying to have a baby. Very well written with tart dialogue, a little too self satisfied, though. As usual, the white middle classs "liberal couple and their friends showed no interest in a world outside themselves. So it is either see a movie by a black writer-director and process the pain and disenfranchisement of people of color, or see a "new york" movie about intellectuals that avoids the topic or race and only touches on the topic of class. That seems to be the choice these days.
Not sure about tonight, the first night that I may actually be able to do something, since I am not at Friends today. Will report soon.
A quick rehash of Saturday---attended the Preludes at Segal Center---interesting work, saw a lot of people that I know, gossiped a little etc. Then it was off to the Access Theater to see the "Checkhov Mishmash" that I mentioned in the last blog post.This is a young company, all whom have studied at ART. In actuality, they performed most of The Three Sisters, with some "mishmash" thrown in. Nothing that they added seemed to enlarge or build on the meaning of the play---they were interludes that I found mostly sophmoric. But a lot of the evening was just a performance of The Three Sisters, and the cast took an honest and sincere approach to the work. No great acting, but everybody worked hard. The fourth act found the strength and sadness in the play, making the evening satisfying.
While I was there, met an interesting high school senior (girl) who was seeing the play, We had an interesting conversation. She had not read the play, so I wondered how it would effect her. She said she liked it---I urged her to read the real play, and also the other three major plays that Chekhov wrote.
The Access theater is in a loft on Broadway and White Street, two blocks south of Canal. When the play was over, wanted to go into a bar and have a meal, but everything around there was so expensive. I walked from the theater to Houston Street, through the western edge of Soho--I was amazed at how many restaurants (upscale) were packed at around 10 p.m. So much money that seems to be willing to be spent. I ended up with a pizza slice (all that I could afford) and finally took the subway home.
Sunday was a slower day---did see a movie fresh from the film festival called Private Lives---the story of a white approaching middle aged couple trying to have a baby. Very well written with tart dialogue, a little too self satisfied, though. As usual, the white middle classs "liberal couple and their friends showed no interest in a world outside themselves. So it is either see a movie by a black writer-director and process the pain and disenfranchisement of people of color, or see a "new york" movie about intellectuals that avoids the topic or race and only touches on the topic of class. That seems to be the choice these days.
Not sure about tonight, the first night that I may actually be able to do something, since I am not at Friends today. Will report soon.
Saturday, October 6, 2018
For the past week....
cityboy has been at Friends, subbing every day--one session after that around 145th and then a return home to rest and get ready for the next day. Intense but meaningful. Proud of myself for getting it all done.. Not much else to report on the social, political (I missed the past BAN meeting) or theater side.
Today: I will go to the Preludes on 34th and 5th in the afternoon, where I have several friends participating in showing some "works in progress". Nice to see and interact with the "community" again. Then I have chosen to go to the Access Theater, a small space (actually two spaces) where four A.R.T. graduates are putting on a "Checkhov Mishmash" This is the kind of theater event that interests me, even if I don't know the people involved. Hopefully there should be a lot of passion and energy, and also I enjoy watching theater takes on "texts" that is, plays that are already written. A lot of the newer companies are exploring that (and have been for the last 15 years)---quite a change from the sixties, seventies and eighties, when this was never considered. Should be interesting; at least I hope so.
Saturday saw Scraps,at the Flea, a passionate but somewhat overwritten play about four members of the black community in Bed-Stuy dealing with the death of a close friend who was killed by a policeman while he was unarmed. Lots of feeling there, and good acting, but some hard to understand coincidences and the second part of the play though inventive, was too much in your face. Also, when the audience (about 3 fifths white) left, we were greeted with an empty auditorium. Shouldn't there be some message or statement after the play about how this audience can get involved and help alleviate the difficult situations that the play illustrates. Would love to talk (confront) the artistic director of the Flea (also the play's director) about this.
Last Sunday, again, lots of walking---decided not to see a movie around 6---good idea since it was about that time that the teacher I subbed for contacted me and asked me to work for him.
Will report soon.
Today: I will go to the Preludes on 34th and 5th in the afternoon, where I have several friends participating in showing some "works in progress". Nice to see and interact with the "community" again. Then I have chosen to go to the Access Theater, a small space (actually two spaces) where four A.R.T. graduates are putting on a "Checkhov Mishmash" This is the kind of theater event that interests me, even if I don't know the people involved. Hopefully there should be a lot of passion and energy, and also I enjoy watching theater takes on "texts" that is, plays that are already written. A lot of the newer companies are exploring that (and have been for the last 15 years)---quite a change from the sixties, seventies and eighties, when this was never considered. Should be interesting; at least I hope so.
Saturday saw Scraps,at the Flea, a passionate but somewhat overwritten play about four members of the black community in Bed-Stuy dealing with the death of a close friend who was killed by a policeman while he was unarmed. Lots of feeling there, and good acting, but some hard to understand coincidences and the second part of the play though inventive, was too much in your face. Also, when the audience (about 3 fifths white) left, we were greeted with an empty auditorium. Shouldn't there be some message or statement after the play about how this audience can get involved and help alleviate the difficult situations that the play illustrates. Would love to talk (confront) the artistic director of the Flea (also the play's director) about this.
Last Sunday, again, lots of walking---decided not to see a movie around 6---good idea since it was about that time that the teacher I subbed for contacted me and asked me to work for him.
Will report soon.
Saturday, September 29, 2018
Three days at Friends....
Cityboy gets to come in contact with his practical, meaningful side. Lots of work, lots of energy, lots of really good connections with students---and with some staff as well (that is always the case). I reminder that the restlessness and rootlessness you sometimes feel, cityboy on the days when you are not called to work---is eliminated on the days that you do come to Friends (always early) and work. You are like a whole different person. We have a lot to be proud of---so keep that in mind when you are not called.
Stayed home all three nights after work, just rested; at Friends I am always in motion---good to take it easy once it is over, and I prepare for the next day.
The call to confirm my unemployment was much easier then I expected. All was accomplished in a very short time.
This afternoon, will join a protest outside the Brooklyn Botanical Garden (a builder wants to build a large building that would cast a shadow over the building) and then use my ticket to Scraps, the play at the Flea, that amzingly enough I got tickets for about three weeks ago---a long time for cityboy, but it looks like that will be necessary for a few plays this Fall.
Still ambivalent about the scheduled colonoscopy with two weeks to go. Can't say no; can't say yes. Something tells me I am okay, but things are a little different in the stomach area. Will just let it happen, until I spontaneously make a decision. My niece will be in that weekend, so if I need her support, she will see me through. But cannot make a decision yet.
That is all for now, will report soon.
Stayed home all three nights after work, just rested; at Friends I am always in motion---good to take it easy once it is over, and I prepare for the next day.
The call to confirm my unemployment was much easier then I expected. All was accomplished in a very short time.
This afternoon, will join a protest outside the Brooklyn Botanical Garden (a builder wants to build a large building that would cast a shadow over the building) and then use my ticket to Scraps, the play at the Flea, that amzingly enough I got tickets for about three weeks ago---a long time for cityboy, but it looks like that will be necessary for a few plays this Fall.
Still ambivalent about the scheduled colonoscopy with two weeks to go. Can't say no; can't say yes. Something tells me I am okay, but things are a little different in the stomach area. Will just let it happen, until I spontaneously make a decision. My niece will be in that weekend, so if I need her support, she will see me through. But cannot make a decision yet.
That is all for now, will report soon.
Tuesday, September 25, 2018
frustrated....
because having just completed my online unemployment claim, I still have to call the claims office. That is rough, because in the past it has been hard to get through to them---you spend a long time on the phone waiting, or being re-sent to other places on the line, that don't relate. Hopefully this time it will be better, but for the last two years, I have not had to use the claim line---really don't understand why I have to do it this time. Well, let's hope for the best.
All this colors how I feel now---yesterday the BAN meeting---a lot of people who are important at BAN did not attend. We went over some issues---talked about the success of the march, and made some plans for other activities. Afterwards, my stomach was full, but still went to the Greek diner nearby and had an ice coffee while I watched the end of the Yankee game (not very interesting). Then went home, but was full of energy.
Lots of ideas in my head---played out a sketch of a one act play, but doubt that I will ever write it. Can't seem to harness some of the energy that I feel.
If my unemployment is stalled, it will not be terrible, since there is not a lot coming in, but hate the thought of dealing with the machine that directs you to the telephone prompts.
One session this afternoon, after that not sure---money is tight, so that will be a consideration. Have not seen the "South fourth" people since the bar closed---Wow! actually close to two months ago. Maybe will check out another bar in Williamsburg tonight to see if any of them are hanging out there. (Might be East River).
That is all for now---will report tomorrow, and hopefully will have completed my unemployment duties so that the money coming in can begin.
All this colors how I feel now---yesterday the BAN meeting---a lot of people who are important at BAN did not attend. We went over some issues---talked about the success of the march, and made some plans for other activities. Afterwards, my stomach was full, but still went to the Greek diner nearby and had an ice coffee while I watched the end of the Yankee game (not very interesting). Then went home, but was full of energy.
Lots of ideas in my head---played out a sketch of a one act play, but doubt that I will ever write it. Can't seem to harness some of the energy that I feel.
If my unemployment is stalled, it will not be terrible, since there is not a lot coming in, but hate the thought of dealing with the machine that directs you to the telephone prompts.
One session this afternoon, after that not sure---money is tight, so that will be a consideration. Have not seen the "South fourth" people since the bar closed---Wow! actually close to two months ago. Maybe will check out another bar in Williamsburg tonight to see if any of them are hanging out there. (Might be East River).
That is all for now---will report tomorrow, and hopefully will have completed my unemployment duties so that the money coming in can begin.
Monday, September 24, 2018
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.
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.
Saturday, September 22, 2018
very sad news....
about the project at 80 flatbush---again the city council representative seems to have caved to the real estate industry. so that a few "affordable" apartments can be built. How far can this go? It is incredibly depressing to me---how much power we are allowing the people who represent the real estate industry. It makes me want to not report on the few other experiences I have had in this blog. And they were interesting.
Thursday: After a hectic day in the library at Friends, decided not to go straight home but to see a movie. It was Hale County, the morning, the evening at IFC. Another documentary, like the one about John McEnroe, that has no "talking heads" but simply puts the viewer in the middle of the action, and lets him or her figure it out. In this case, the subject is a poor black community in Georgia and how it functions. A distance in the way the information is delivered. We are left to make our own conclusions. I was surprised at the abruptness of the movie's ending, and I wish the director-conceiver of this movie could have been at a talk back---I have a lot of questions for him. A cold, but interesting experience.
On the way home, stopped off at the Cornelia Street Cafe---where I "hung out" a lot in the early nineties, and curates some new play readings. The owner Robin, was there, and since he was an old friend, we chatted for a while. He is nervous about the future of the place, and his life, should the cafe have to close. Again, a real estate battle---the new owners have no respect for the history or warmth that the cafe offers.
Friday, after a shorter day at Friends, was restless in the evening---should see a movie---since I was tired and did not want to travel, it was either the Moore movie at AMC, or a Czech revival at the Walter Reade. I chose the latter--not wanting to sit through a million trailers, among other things. The movie at the Reade, called Daises, was a superficial, sometimes quirky, other times repetitive look at two young Czech women during the Iron Curtain days, who like to wreck havoc on all things. They do, with bizarre results. The movie is colorful and inventive, but I left a few minutes before it ended because it was just repeating itself. That is all.
Today, after a session, some free time before Sibyl's project at the Whitney at 9.
How does on put all of these things together: the horror of the builders, against the excitement of the other "non-political" events of the city. Not enough people are concerned about this, or they just take a passive, "what can you do" stance. It is not enough.
Thursday: After a hectic day in the library at Friends, decided not to go straight home but to see a movie. It was Hale County, the morning, the evening at IFC. Another documentary, like the one about John McEnroe, that has no "talking heads" but simply puts the viewer in the middle of the action, and lets him or her figure it out. In this case, the subject is a poor black community in Georgia and how it functions. A distance in the way the information is delivered. We are left to make our own conclusions. I was surprised at the abruptness of the movie's ending, and I wish the director-conceiver of this movie could have been at a talk back---I have a lot of questions for him. A cold, but interesting experience.
On the way home, stopped off at the Cornelia Street Cafe---where I "hung out" a lot in the early nineties, and curates some new play readings. The owner Robin, was there, and since he was an old friend, we chatted for a while. He is nervous about the future of the place, and his life, should the cafe have to close. Again, a real estate battle---the new owners have no respect for the history or warmth that the cafe offers.
Friday, after a shorter day at Friends, was restless in the evening---should see a movie---since I was tired and did not want to travel, it was either the Moore movie at AMC, or a Czech revival at the Walter Reade. I chose the latter--not wanting to sit through a million trailers, among other things. The movie at the Reade, called Daises, was a superficial, sometimes quirky, other times repetitive look at two young Czech women during the Iron Curtain days, who like to wreck havoc on all things. They do, with bizarre results. The movie is colorful and inventive, but I left a few minutes before it ended because it was just repeating itself. That is all.
Today, after a session, some free time before Sibyl's project at the Whitney at 9.
How does on put all of these things together: the horror of the builders, against the excitement of the other "non-political" events of the city. Not enough people are concerned about this, or they just take a passive, "what can you do" stance. It is not enough.
Wednesday, September 19, 2018
another quiet night....
for cityboy, as the combination of rising early for the day at Friends, and one session in the afternoon, seemed to make it impossible for him to do nothing but relax at home in the evening. And that is what he did, listening mostly to the Yankee-Red Sox game. They have another game tonight---this time will try to hit one of my "hangouts" (i.e.bars) where they are showing the game. As I am near the stadium now (145th street) might even try to get a cheap ticket for tonight, but that is doubtful. No movie yet, do not think I can combine the two this evening, so it will either be a game or a movie.
After this, there is not much more to say. Life seems to returning to the normality of the "real world" (as opposed to the openness of the summer) where I tutor and sub at Friends. So far, so good. Not sure what the weekend will bring. I should at some point, try to get tickets for Sibyl's project at the Whitney, if it is not sold out by now. Might have the afternoon (Saturday) open, so it might be good to catch up on a play. We will see.
Tomorrow a full day at Friends (library duty all day) and Friday a shorter day, so far. Not much else to report---no memories (at the moment) haunting me. Will return soon.
After this, there is not much more to say. Life seems to returning to the normality of the "real world" (as opposed to the openness of the summer) where I tutor and sub at Friends. So far, so good. Not sure what the weekend will bring. I should at some point, try to get tickets for Sibyl's project at the Whitney, if it is not sold out by now. Might have the afternoon (Saturday) open, so it might be good to catch up on a play. We will see.
Tomorrow a full day at Friends (library duty all day) and Friday a shorter day, so far. Not much else to report---no memories (at the moment) haunting me. Will return soon.
Tuesday, September 18, 2018
another short day at...
Friends, a Spanish class full of "rambunctious" ninth graders. Got through it, and touched base with several teachers whom i had not seen before. I will be in the school on Thursday (full day) and Friday(half, maybe full) and already I have two assignments for next week. All kind of quiet on the money front.
Yesterday, after a session just returned home, and stayed there for the rest of the evening. Tonight, not sure of the agenda---tomorrow is off, so do not have to be home early, but with more work coming at Friends, chances to rest seem a bit more desirable. If I see a movie, it should be Hale County, morning and evening---that is the most important movie for me to see at this time.
The rest of the week is kind of up in the air. No plans until Saturday when maybe I will take part in Sybil's Fall solstice celebration at the Whitney. Have not got a ticket yet---might go down there tomorrow.
That is all for now, after yesterday's very vivid blog about the march, am a bit understated.Will report soon.
Yesterday, after a session just returned home, and stayed there for the rest of the evening. Tonight, not sure of the agenda---tomorrow is off, so do not have to be home early, but with more work coming at Friends, chances to rest seem a bit more desirable. If I see a movie, it should be Hale County, morning and evening---that is the most important movie for me to see at this time.
The rest of the week is kind of up in the air. No plans until Saturday when maybe I will take part in Sybil's Fall solstice celebration at the Whitney. Have not got a ticket yet---might go down there tomorrow.
That is all for now, after yesterday's very vivid blog about the march, am a bit understated.Will report soon.
Monday, September 17, 2018
well, the BAN
march finally happened--and an amazing and painful march it was. We met at Ocean and Parkside (the southern base of Prospect Park) and immediately the speeches began. At least three were from loved ones who had lost their children, siblings etc to police gun violence or police negligence. Much attention was given to the fact that in this neighborhood--a neighborhood few white people wanted to live in ten years ago, back, but is now the newest place for the young people looking for not too expensive housing---police are harassing people of color, just for listening to music on the street. The activists feel that since this neighborhood is the newest outposts of gentrification, the cops are being told to harass the longer time, mostly Caribbean residents. Much anger and sadness, The march continued and this theme was played out at all the stops.
A great moment occurred when the group of about 60 stopped at the Brooklyn Museum. Could we all get in? First the guards said no, but the leader of the march insisted that the lobby of the museum was free space, and we all walked in with out anti-gentrification signs. We all took bathroom breaks. I have never experienced anything like it. While there, I explained to a couple who were sympathetic, the meaning of the march, and the aggressiveness of the housing market, aided and abetted by the Mayor. A total shame. But the taking over of the museum's lobby was a meaningful moment.
I marched with the group to the Wycoff Projects, another stopping point, where several people spoke. At that point I was dehydrated and starving. As the march took off towards Sunset Park, and more specifically, Industry City, I remained, then pulled myself up, and walked towards Threes Brewing, an upscale coffee and food place near the projects (but very different from them). There, I had an ice coffee and used their bathroom, and got some real interest in the march and the group from a patron and a host there. After that, a slice of pizza at the nearby Pizza place (Union Street) and finally a bus ride from 5th and Union to 41st and fifth: the park, where the final speeches would take place.
I rejoined the march right before the climb up the steps to Sunset Park. The speeches given there were heartfelt and also scary. Industry City is trying to rezone and get more space for a hotel and more retail, but the jobs they claim they will offer are low paying jobs. IC looms like a juggernaut attacking the neighborhood. Then a Chinese woman in her twenties, who had been raised in the Chinese section of Sunset Park, spoke of a whole block being turned into a hotel and retail. She feared that she would not be able to remain in her home, as this development would spur aggressive displacement. It was sad.
I left feeling a sense of sadness but also horror. So many different areas that need protection are not being given it, while this Mayor seems oblivious, indifferent, or downright hostile to the needs of the people living in the neighborhoods under siege. I don't understand it, does not the man have a heart? At some point we must fight for a City Council that is free of development money---that, I fear is the only chance the relatively middle and lower class people have to exist in the city. What will it be like in ten years?
The dam is bursting. Something must be done.
A nice conversation with one of the marchers, Mackenzie, who started talking to me at the end of the march. We went to the afterparty at a bar named Xtasy, and continued talking. Then yesterday, on my travels through Brooklyn, I had some other conversations with people who seemed concerned. This must go on.
Tomorrow, one period so far---this evening may go to a forum about the world of JACK, the new theater in Clinton Hill, that I attend regularly. Will report tomorrow or soon.
A great moment occurred when the group of about 60 stopped at the Brooklyn Museum. Could we all get in? First the guards said no, but the leader of the march insisted that the lobby of the museum was free space, and we all walked in with out anti-gentrification signs. We all took bathroom breaks. I have never experienced anything like it. While there, I explained to a couple who were sympathetic, the meaning of the march, and the aggressiveness of the housing market, aided and abetted by the Mayor. A total shame. But the taking over of the museum's lobby was a meaningful moment.
I marched with the group to the Wycoff Projects, another stopping point, where several people spoke. At that point I was dehydrated and starving. As the march took off towards Sunset Park, and more specifically, Industry City, I remained, then pulled myself up, and walked towards Threes Brewing, an upscale coffee and food place near the projects (but very different from them). There, I had an ice coffee and used their bathroom, and got some real interest in the march and the group from a patron and a host there. After that, a slice of pizza at the nearby Pizza place (Union Street) and finally a bus ride from 5th and Union to 41st and fifth: the park, where the final speeches would take place.
I rejoined the march right before the climb up the steps to Sunset Park. The speeches given there were heartfelt and also scary. Industry City is trying to rezone and get more space for a hotel and more retail, but the jobs they claim they will offer are low paying jobs. IC looms like a juggernaut attacking the neighborhood. Then a Chinese woman in her twenties, who had been raised in the Chinese section of Sunset Park, spoke of a whole block being turned into a hotel and retail. She feared that she would not be able to remain in her home, as this development would spur aggressive displacement. It was sad.
I left feeling a sense of sadness but also horror. So many different areas that need protection are not being given it, while this Mayor seems oblivious, indifferent, or downright hostile to the needs of the people living in the neighborhoods under siege. I don't understand it, does not the man have a heart? At some point we must fight for a City Council that is free of development money---that, I fear is the only chance the relatively middle and lower class people have to exist in the city. What will it be like in ten years?
The dam is bursting. Something must be done.
A nice conversation with one of the marchers, Mackenzie, who started talking to me at the end of the march. We went to the afterparty at a bar named Xtasy, and continued talking. Then yesterday, on my travels through Brooklyn, I had some other conversations with people who seemed concerned. This must go on.
Tomorrow, one period so far---this evening may go to a forum about the world of JACK, the new theater in Clinton Hill, that I attend regularly. Will report tomorrow or soon.
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