Friday was not so great!

All my energy dissipated by 2 P.M.  I spent the rest of the day around the apartment---I did manage to go out in the evening for a pizza slice and the spent about a half hour in a bar on 80th and Amsterdam. Not a great place, but the owner walked over to me and chatted with me for about 15 minutes--I appreciated that and the bartender is a nice guy too.
  Saturday, too busy to make an entry---in the evening I went to see Suicide Forest, a theater piece by Haruna Lee, a friend of mine. I had seen this piece before, last year at the Bushwick Starr---I went to see it again out of a sense of friendship for Haruna, but I am glad that I did. The piece is stronger now, and more meaningful. I felt more connected to it watching it, also felt good being in a theater to experience a play---it had been about two weeks since the last time (a long time for me) and just absorbing the energy of the place was fulfilling. The cast, all Asian actors were very strong---somehow in the A.R.T. theater, the technical aspects of the play seemed stronger. Afterwards. really starving, I walked from the theater on 53rd and 10th to Lansdowne Road, the sports bar I frequent on 44th and 10th. A long walk in the cold---the bar was not particularly crowded. Against my better judgement I ordered chicken wings---I now try to stay away from cooked foods, but my hunger was really apparent. The wings were good, but I paid for it on Sunday, when my stomach took a long time to recover. Sunday I rejected the idea of visiting Cobra Club and my bartender friend Olivia---did not think I had enough strength to get out there, so stayed around the house until around 2, when I took the subway to the Quad to see the movie Cane River. This is a movie that was all but lost after it was made in 1982, due to the death of its director-writer Horace Jenkins. It was re-discovered and restored---and this is its first run. The first 30 minutes of the film are truly beautiful--an amazing amalgam of visual beauty and corresponding sound. The rest of the movie does not quite live up to that, but it is still very good. Jenkins was a black film maker, documentary maker and producer and Cane River's story is about a young Creole man, living in a small town about 3 hours from New Orleans, and his love affair with a black woman whom he meets when visiting a restored southern estate. Her mother is very possessive and does not like the idea of her daughter considering marriange to a Creole. Problems ensue, but all is worked out in the end.
  I liked the movie--but still, seeing a movie is not nearly as meaningful to me as seeing a play.I even liked sitting in the theater that the movie was being shown in---the newly restored Quad Cinema---it is kind of womb like, which I needed on Sunday---also in their small bar they make a great cappucino---nevertheless something for me is lacking when I see a movie. The rest of the day was spent back in the apartment, resting---I had a full day at Friends and two sessions on Monday. They came out reasonably well.
  That will be all for now---should report soon.