hot saturday afternoon...

 and I am determined to make it through this heat, spending as little money as possible.. So what does that mean? No movie, today, although, I think I can now make it through a movie, and the movie theater in Lincoln Center---I really like going there----has some interesting stuff---a film by Petzoid called Undine--one earlier film of his that I saw was really intense and original. But as of now, I am trying to put it off. What to do in its place? Read, read, read. Two books that I have aleady read much of today: First: Bird Uncaged, an autobiography by Marlon Peterson, a black activist. Very intense;  Peterson grew up in the Crown Heights area--all around Nostrand Avenue. Now there are coffee shops and trendy restaurants galore on the street where he had to face violent encounters on a daily basis. Can't believe the chaos he describes existed, but of course it did, along with the virulent racism of the police in the area. I am the beneficiary of the gentrification that now exists along those streets---I walk there without fear of being harmed. Have stopped reading right around the time he was arrested and ultimately sentenced---will see how he copes with inprisonment and what happens after. The second book Sylvia Plath's novel, The Bell Jar, and the perspective, after reading Peterson's book, is of course, amazingly different. Plath's heroin navigates a white world, where issues of race, and only minimally of class are brought up. One can enjoy her sharp, ironic observations in this somewhat phony, but "safe" world. I am enjoying the novel though I can't help  thinking how different the two worlds are. Will continue with Plath's book, probably after I finish this post.

Hot today---and will be tomorrow. Feeling stronger about going further and further away from the apartment with the bag. Brooklyn..the east village...who knows? Physically I am in a very good place---a pet scan yesterday left me very sleepy---got up around midnight---body somewhat numb--I walked around the apartment---my legs gave me messages that they wanted to move, not return to bed. Apartment is small---so at around 12:30 a.m. I walked four blocks to the grocery store on 72nd and West End, and grabbed a grape fruit juice. I think my body needed that walk---happy that I took it. This evening will shift between Yankee Red Sox game, and Nets Bucks as well. Should be interesting.....

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