survival weekend....

 Sunday morning late: still in the apartment. Yesterday, cold weather forced me to stay indoors just about all of the day. Considered a movie at Lincoln Center towards the evening, but when out shopping, the cold was so brutal that I decided it was better to stay inside. Watched Yale Princeton basketball game instead---a really good game that Yale jusl pulled out. So went the main part of the evening.

A movie today...? Yes, but what and where? How far do I want to travel and do I want to find a place to watch the two football playoff ga---mes today. Well, they don't start for a while, so....at Lincoln Center---Hiroshima Mon Amour, an amazing film made in 59. I saw it my first year at Hopkins---17 years old, still remember it. I took a date, and the movie theater was in a part of Baltimore that I had never been to. I remember being overwhelmed by the erotic images in the movie---it was startling to me. The intensity---do I want to relive those images again, now in my present?  To see the movie today, would also mean visiting my seventeen year old self, remembering the trip, the bus ride to the theater---trying to navigate the unknown streets of that part of Baltimore. Probably too much overload. I have a fantasy of taking a woman I am having an affair with, who has never seen Hiroshima Mon Amour,before, to see it. That and Persona---a great movie to re-see with someone you are very close to.  But I am not having an affair with anyone at this given moment. To see the movie alone...? Maybe too much.

Return to Cobra Club, maybe see a play---still might be too difficult---Sundays have become odd days for me---instead of the voyages in and around Bushwick, I simply remain home, most of the time, and wait for the week to begin.That is where the action is now---either at Friends or tutoring. Last week 10 sessions--would have had more if the snow had not closed the libraries. Enjoying the intensity, the focus of my relationships with the kids I am tutoring. Speaking of wish, yesterday I read an essay about Prep for Prep, and its effects on the black students who were part of it. Really interesting---part of a group of essays by black writers that were published in the New Yorker. Will continue reading more today.

two days of....

snow, looks like that is what is coming up.  What does that mean for me---well, it means I will be spending more time then expected in the apartment--it also means that I lose out on some money that I expected to make from tutoring. I was expecting three to four students on Saturday---possibly I can see one or two on Friday. It is not so much making up the money (though that is hardly unimportant) but that I really feel one or two of my students really need the input. However, schedules oft he children whom I work with and their parents and relatives, (who often take them to the library) are hard to change---so we will have to see what happens. 

For myself, I guess it means that instead of checking out a movie or so, or having some coffee in a restaurant, I will be at home. So what will I do? Read, read, read, at least that is my visionw. The library on 145 street where I tutor has a new novel by Atticus Lish---I liked his earlier one--I think today I will try to check it out. Also, Paul Auster has written an enormous biography of the writer Steven Crane--it looks amazing, even if I have read very little of Crane's work. It is about 800 pages--Crane died at 25---a lot of pages for a short life. I don't really know how Auster does it---I would love to read it---or some of it---but it is a lot like planning to read War and Peace (which I have never read). How can you give yourself over to a commitment that takes so much time. And if I have time before this "noreaster" I should visit the theater library at Lincoln Center, and take out a few plays to look at. Still have not read Alice Childress' plays (I missed the production of Trouble In Mind at the Roundabout) --maybe some Shaw, and some part of me wants to read The Voice of the Turtle, by John Van Druten, a three character play that ran for several years during World War II. The typical "well made" well constructed comedy, I am curious to see if this "machine" still holds up. My favorite play of that kind remains Barry's The Animal Kingdom--well made, but very powerful in how it deals with human emotions.

Much has happened since the last post, too much to really describe here. After my whirlwind return to Friends, this week I have been tutoring. At this point, I seem to prefer it to subbing---I feel my immediate focus on my students is stronger then its ever been. 

Thursday morning---first day I don't have to be at the library until around 4. More space and time---will report soon.

Another week has gone by....

Lots of work---three days at Friends and some tutoring. But let's get to yesterday. The library where I tutor was closed at the last moment, and two tutoring sessions were canceled. But that allowed me to attend the Mermorial for a young man who was an Assistant Teacher at Friends. He died after a long illness at 31, the same age as the first class that I actually bonded with at Friends---the class of 2007---is now. I did not know him really well---he had a warm countenance in the school, and occasionally I would see him around the library in the 140's, where he had moved a while ago. The Memorial was held at the Quaker house in Brooklyn Heights---I had no idea he was from that area. Well attended, many of his contemporairies and his parents spoke very lovingly of the young man. It was a picture that was full---a picture that I never saw---but in all fairness, I only saw the barest outline of his personality. His parents described a warm support group of both friends and relatives who were constantly supportive of him during his illness. I absorbed all this---a little skeptical at first,, but then accepting the whirlwind of feeling that the several speakers had given out. 

It was the first time since pre-pandemic that I was in Brooklyn Heights. After the Memorial, I walked over to Court Street, stopped in the large Barnes and Noble that has been there since around 2000. I remember when it first opened; I was a regular at the Heights Cafe, and would wander over after hanging out there. The store seems really organized---enjoyed browsing in it---then walked two blocks to a nearby Pizza place, and had a slice. The return home from the Heights was more complicated then usual, since the 2 and 3 trains were not running in Brooklyn, nevertheless I navigated it without much hassle, and returned home by early evening. 

Something great about being in a differnt place, re-exploring Brooklyn, albeit just a little bit. But it is like I took a voyage into a distant place, and all the colors of the place, the architecture, the energy remains with me. Excited---wish to travel more, but it is an ugly day today, with more ugliness predicted for tomorrow, so who knows how far I can go. A movie today....? Possible, but will have to see how things develop....

so alot has changed....

since my last post. Since Tuesday of the new year, I have been subbing at Friends---back again, mixing with all my old friends---students and teachers alike. And amazingly enough, my stamina has been strong-knowing that I have to be there seems to have charged my body up---another day there planned for tomorrow--would like to continue.

Maybe because of this, maybe for other reasons, this has been a"passive" weekend for me. I had one tutoring committment on Saturday at the 145 street library, only to arrive there and find that the library had closed for one day. I offerred to tutor the student at his home, but he said that he was okay with canceling, so I returned to the apartment. At that point I tried to figure out what movies I might want to see, or even a play, but things got bogged down, and my one attempt to go to the Film Forum, to see I Know Where I am Going, was derailed by subway problems. That was my one time out of the house, so I ended up at the Drama Bookstore and stayed there for about an hour. I am always amazed at the amount of plays they have shelved---mostly plays from the last 10 or 15 years---no John Van Druten or Hugh Wheeler theater in sight. Awed by my choices, instead I opted to read the book that I had brought with me to read on the train---Wide Sargasso Sea, by Jean Rhys. Moody, deep, a novel really about isolation, it drew me into its sadness--so strong that when I returned home, I could not read it any more. Instead I turned to the other book I am currently reading---a non fiction book about President Roosevelt's actions or inactions while the Nazis were building their machine to take over the world. Good clear writing---but sad that this build was aloud to happen, and so many people were destroyed, without us stopping it.

Spent today (its around 6 now) quietly at home---somehow not excited about seeing a movie---maybe I just want to let quiet happen while I prepare for my comittment to Friends  tomorrow. At any rate, that where things are at now----will report soon.