lots of contrasts

on this incredibly beautiful day--outside it is really great. Had a tough night last night---slept a lot, some stomach pain---stomach dead to food from about 2 P.M. to about 3 in the morning. Woke up feeling kind of weak, but after some coffee and a bagel, feeling pretty strong. A session at 3 keeps me "trapped" on the upper west side in the morning---walking around the neighborhood at around 7:30, I wished I could just get on a train and go to Brooklyn---but of course, I could not. Don't want to tire myself out before the session, since there is supposed to be an open house at Jack---a theater in Brooklyn that I like to go to---a lot of my friends perform there Will be nice to touch base with some members of my 'community" if they are there at the same time. After that---not sure, a few movies in the area are possible---I expect to just let things happen.
  This morning, with some time on my hands, I started a short story by F Scott Fitzgerald---only read half of it, but the writing itself was really beautiful. It revived a feeling of excitement for me this morning. Yesterday in the afternoon I did go to the rally outside the city Landmark Commission, to fight for the non-removal of 227 Duffield. Glad that I went--held up a sign and talked to other protesters---when the protest ended, I was tired, but also simply did not want to return home to the apartment---I just was not read---so I walked west on Chambers Street, then followed it north to where Hudson Street swerves out of West Broadway and then walked north on both Hudson and Greenwich street until I reached the film forum on Houston. Looking at the "new" Tribeca (well hardly new, Tribeca has been an enclave for the wealthy for about at least 20 years now---possibly longer) I remember the first time I came down there. It was 1983, spring, and of course the area was mostly deserted with little warehouses and some lofts. I went down there because I was producing a play (In Tiber Melting, by Carole Braverman)  and I had found a woman who would design my flyer and program. She lived in Tribeca in a loft with her boy friend. A weird feeling approaching her loft, sort of like being in a strange, barren world. So now, about 27 years later, all I see are the gleaming high rises and mid rises, mostly doormen building---could anyone have imagined the change that would take place. And where I am in all this. Does this change benefit me (more people on the street---far less crime) or am I simply the observer who watches it? I certainly can't afford the many restaurants that I passed, but does that really matter? Oh well, it is my city.
 That is all for now, should have some new reports soon.