does the city boy occupy? Just got a comp for Friday evening's Beardo in Greenpoint, may also see Russalka at the Met on Thursday---and the reading at Bushwick Starr on Friday. Menawhile tonight is the BAN meeting--will see what happnens there.. Then there are the walks---another one today---after picking up my check from Friends, decided to make a change, so I took the A to Brooklyn, made the deposit at the bank in Bed Stuy, and then walked from Nostrand and Fulton to the Library at Grand Army Plaza, (stopping off at a strange bagel-smoothy place in Bed Stuy.
Reading the Paul Auster novel 432l, as I go along--it is gargantuan, but very inventive. Walking down the Bed Stuy and Crown Heights (are is it Prospect Heights) streets, try to get the whole story of the last 50 or sixty years of the neighborhood. Like a novel, I try to understand how this area, one very similar to the one I grew up in in the fifties, changed radically around 67, and now has morphed back into a placid, well to do, area. How did it happen.?
Not much else to say---BAN meeting will prevent my listening to the President's speech, really do not want to---will hear enough from the comments afterwards. Will see what happens, tomorrow.
Tuesday, February 28, 2017
Monday, February 27, 2017
upbeat (if possible at this time)
because I have just discovered that a Reading at the BushwickStarr that I thought I missed yesterday is actually next Sunday Great!
The rest of the weekend.
Saturday: the bad news: The play that I saw at Abrons Arts was horrendous. A really blatant, tin eared mess that ultimately was impossible to listen to. I thought it would never end, and at least twice I toyed with the idea of walking across the stage and cursing out the actors---that is how annoyed and time wasted I felt. Of course I did not---(can't have my reputation spoiled) but I was really incensed. One good thing that came out of this visit---I did touch base with my friend Bailey whom I have not seen in a while---she is away now, but wants to see some plays with me when she comes back.
the good news; Felt very welcome at La Flace before and after this horrible piece. It's nice, I walk in and the waitress has a big smile on her face. Anyway, had a nice meal and a nice talk with Kelly, Bobby's (the owner's) girl friend. Really enjoyed my stay and felt very wanted. Returned home quite content.
Sunday---yes the walk to end all walks! Met fellow flyer Jonah at Church Avenue and East 18 street. He was not the Jonah that I thought he was, another BAN member, but he turned out to be very friendly and we walked east on Church, later Linden Boulevard and finally Lenox Road, all the way to Utica Avenue. At that point he left me to return to his and his girl friend's apartment back in Ditmas Park. I stood around for a moment and pondered where I had just been. As you go East on Church and the avenues that are parallel to it---the energy gets slower east of Nostrand---and the area becomes almost completely black and probably Haitian. People seem very self sufficient in the neighborhood which has more private houses than apartments. The Utica Avenue bus runs frequently, so I got on one going towards Eastern Parkway, where I figured I would take the 2 or 3 to the library. The first bus I got on was very crowded---after a few stops it figured to expand again, so I decided to get off---figured I would go east on Rutland Road and either try to get the Remsen Avenue or the Ralph Avenue buses to take me north---they run less frequently but are far less crowded. Remsen is about three blocks east of Utica at that point--but as I approached, a bus just passed by. So off to Ralph down Rutland Road. But wait! East 57th street became East 91 street--then began the search for Ralph avenue,which did not appear. Rutland Road at this point seems like a lower middle class commercial stretch--lots of convenience stores, travel agencies etc People seemed to be going about their business very comfortably---but where was Ralph Avenue? Imagine my surprise when I ran into not Ralph, but Rockaway Parkway, the notorious street that separates East Flatbush from Brownsville. Decided to follow it north, after about three blocks ran into East New York Ave---and Lincoln Park, a park that separates Brownsville from Crown Heights. At that point I was only three long blocks away from Eastern Parkway, but for some reason, jumped on the 12 bus and got off at Utica Avenue---now I definitely knew where I was- but did not realize that I had six blocks to get to the train stop. That walk seemed endless, plus I was getting hungry and the narrow side walks of Utica were filled with people (Utica is a big commercial street) but finally I arrived at the Station and took the train to the Brooklyn Museum stop. That part of the trip over.
So why did I do it? What fascinates so much about a trip through this (unknown to me) part of Brooklyn? Well., the streets that I walked on, especially the apartment houses that I passed on this long journey were probably all Jewish in the forties and fifties. Which means, that I could have
grown up in any one of them, if my parents had taught in Brooklyn, rather than the Bronx..
But somehow in my mind, there is a hunger---I would like to know the story of the neighborhood changing, how the Jewish population morphed into an all black one. What were the streets like? What year did the transition really occur? How did one civilization take the place of another. Always on those streets I search for answers, Were there classical music lovers in those apartments, did someone grow up listening to the records of the Broadway shows of that time? . The travels will continue as the year progresses.
So, on to Cunningham's the pub where the Zydeco dance that my friend Jennifer had invited me to, was happening. Back to Manhattan! Got there early, payed my entrance fee and had a meal (expensive as meals go, but well cooked) and hoped that Jen would make it. She did, along with another teacher from Friends and a few friends. Loud and somewhat raucous, but I did enjoy my time there. Finally returned home.
So where do we go from here? Not sure--lots of things happening, I am really getting into Paul Auster's novel 4321---which covers a lot of my lifetime. More on that some other time. Will report later.
The rest of the weekend.
Saturday: the bad news: The play that I saw at Abrons Arts was horrendous. A really blatant, tin eared mess that ultimately was impossible to listen to. I thought it would never end, and at least twice I toyed with the idea of walking across the stage and cursing out the actors---that is how annoyed and time wasted I felt. Of course I did not---(can't have my reputation spoiled) but I was really incensed. One good thing that came out of this visit---I did touch base with my friend Bailey whom I have not seen in a while---she is away now, but wants to see some plays with me when she comes back.
the good news; Felt very welcome at La Flace before and after this horrible piece. It's nice, I walk in and the waitress has a big smile on her face. Anyway, had a nice meal and a nice talk with Kelly, Bobby's (the owner's) girl friend. Really enjoyed my stay and felt very wanted. Returned home quite content.
Sunday---yes the walk to end all walks! Met fellow flyer Jonah at Church Avenue and East 18 street. He was not the Jonah that I thought he was, another BAN member, but he turned out to be very friendly and we walked east on Church, later Linden Boulevard and finally Lenox Road, all the way to Utica Avenue. At that point he left me to return to his and his girl friend's apartment back in Ditmas Park. I stood around for a moment and pondered where I had just been. As you go East on Church and the avenues that are parallel to it---the energy gets slower east of Nostrand---and the area becomes almost completely black and probably Haitian. People seem very self sufficient in the neighborhood which has more private houses than apartments. The Utica Avenue bus runs frequently, so I got on one going towards Eastern Parkway, where I figured I would take the 2 or 3 to the library. The first bus I got on was very crowded---after a few stops it figured to expand again, so I decided to get off---figured I would go east on Rutland Road and either try to get the Remsen Avenue or the Ralph Avenue buses to take me north---they run less frequently but are far less crowded. Remsen is about three blocks east of Utica at that point--but as I approached, a bus just passed by. So off to Ralph down Rutland Road. But wait! East 57th street became East 91 street--then began the search for Ralph avenue,which did not appear. Rutland Road at this point seems like a lower middle class commercial stretch--lots of convenience stores, travel agencies etc People seemed to be going about their business very comfortably---but where was Ralph Avenue? Imagine my surprise when I ran into not Ralph, but Rockaway Parkway, the notorious street that separates East Flatbush from Brownsville. Decided to follow it north, after about three blocks ran into East New York Ave---and Lincoln Park, a park that separates Brownsville from Crown Heights. At that point I was only three long blocks away from Eastern Parkway, but for some reason, jumped on the 12 bus and got off at Utica Avenue---now I definitely knew where I was- but did not realize that I had six blocks to get to the train stop. That walk seemed endless, plus I was getting hungry and the narrow side walks of Utica were filled with people (Utica is a big commercial street) but finally I arrived at the Station and took the train to the Brooklyn Museum stop. That part of the trip over.
So why did I do it? What fascinates so much about a trip through this (unknown to me) part of Brooklyn? Well., the streets that I walked on, especially the apartment houses that I passed on this long journey were probably all Jewish in the forties and fifties. Which means, that I could have
grown up in any one of them, if my parents had taught in Brooklyn, rather than the Bronx..
But somehow in my mind, there is a hunger---I would like to know the story of the neighborhood changing, how the Jewish population morphed into an all black one. What were the streets like? What year did the transition really occur? How did one civilization take the place of another. Always on those streets I search for answers, Were there classical music lovers in those apartments, did someone grow up listening to the records of the Broadway shows of that time? . The travels will continue as the year progresses.
So, on to Cunningham's the pub where the Zydeco dance that my friend Jennifer had invited me to, was happening. Back to Manhattan! Got there early, payed my entrance fee and had a meal (expensive as meals go, but well cooked) and hoped that Jen would make it. She did, along with another teacher from Friends and a few friends. Loud and somewhat raucous, but I did enjoy my time there. Finally returned home.
So where do we go from here? Not sure--lots of things happening, I am really getting into Paul Auster's novel 4321---which covers a lot of my lifetime. More on that some other time. Will report later.
Saturday, February 25, 2017
not a great deal.....
to report re yesterday, after the time at the library, returned home, did some tax work, and then rested. Theater plans that looked so good in the morning, gone by the evening---simply too tired. When it came down to what I would do, it would either be a movie in the neighborhood or a possible hang out at a bar on the west side of 142nd street and Broadway where I had eaten some food on Christmas day. What did I really want to do. I chose the bar---maybe a little personal adventure beat a movie evening--and arrived there around 7:30. Place was pretty crowded and I was given a place on the bar, at the side, so I could not see the TVs. No problem, the bartender was very nice and with no real salad to choose from--he suggested a pizza that had a salad on it and some meet---and I accepted. So I remained there for the next 45 minutes--there were people around me but no conversation developed; they were into their own heads--the pizza came quickly and was very filling. After I left I decided to take the train to 116th street then walk down the Columbia corridor. This I did, stopped off at the bookstore on Broadway and 114street and browsed (it seems to have been there forever) and then wandered down the rest of the corridor. Too tired to make it to 96street, I entered the subway at 110th street and returned home. So that was it---lots of time with my thoughts.
Today, after sessions will once again try to see a play at Abrons Arts by the Tiny Little Band---my friend Merlyn, former bartender at South fourth and a good guy and good actor is in it. This will probably mean I will stop off at La Flaca, both before and afterwards and hang out there. Tomorrow, I promised another BAN member that I would join him in East Flatbush and flyer for a meeting on Monday---should be fun, and get me into a part of Brooklyn that I don't often go to (but should go to more) and then forsake the Academy Awards (I really find them pretentious) by going to a Zydeco dance festival at a bar on 45street that I my friend Jen told me about. Hopefully that will turn out to be fun. I can either dance or watch. Should be interesting to find out what happens, will report soon.
Today, after sessions will once again try to see a play at Abrons Arts by the Tiny Little Band---my friend Merlyn, former bartender at South fourth and a good guy and good actor is in it. This will probably mean I will stop off at La Flaca, both before and afterwards and hang out there. Tomorrow, I promised another BAN member that I would join him in East Flatbush and flyer for a meeting on Monday---should be fun, and get me into a part of Brooklyn that I don't often go to (but should go to more) and then forsake the Academy Awards (I really find them pretentious) by going to a Zydeco dance festival at a bar on 45street that I my friend Jen told me about. Hopefully that will turn out to be fun. I can either dance or watch. Should be interesting to find out what happens, will report soon.
Friday, February 24, 2017
Friday morning.....
at the Lincoln Center Library---away four days, the last three because of work. Beautiful day---should turn out to be even better as the day goes by. Read George Packer's short article in the New Yorker about the President and his Republican Congress. It is very depressing---just when I was feeling good about "things" in general, at least about my input in the past three days, comes this brutal assessment of what is to come. But how does it effect me, in particular? How does the economics of one person's life, intersect with the current administration's brutal vision? Lots more discussion needed.
On perhaps a more easier note---the Light Years, written by the Debate Society, was long and sometimes unfocused, but the great and meaningful moments came through. I left feeling very moved, then found out that the child performer in the play, who looked very familiar to me, was in fact a student from Friends, whom I had worked with in the past few months. I had a nice talk with he and his mother, than a longer one with Eric, one of the other actors in the play, about what they were going for. Nice feeling to think that I was giving both Eric and Graydon (the child actor) positive feedback, since it was only the third performance and the actors were really feeling their way through the piece. Afterwards headed to South Fourth where I had a good conversation with Noah and Harlo, the husband and wife who were there on Sunday evening. Left the place feeling very good about things.
Monday: a strange day---very little contact with people---meandered in the morning and then headed to Brooklyn, hung out at Cobra for a while, then time to travel. But where? Since I was headed towards BAM eventually, maybe to see one of the movies showing there, I took the L to the Junction, then exited---had a choice of walking down Broadway or Fulton towards BAM; I chose the latter, actually took the 25 bus up to Classon, tried to see what was happening as the bus moved through the southern border of Bed-Stuy (or northern border, if you like, of Crown Heights). Always interesting, Once I got off I was stunned by the new buildings between Classson and Clinton, and put off by the empty lots, preparing to become luxury apartrments, between Clinton and Clermont Avenue. Building building, building, where will it end. Reached BAM, but found myself too tired to wait for a movie time, and headed home, early in preparation for the next day of work at Friends.
These last three days have gone by in a blur---I am grateful for a little free time today---a litttle "emotional space." Some play possibilities over the weekend---not sure which I will go to and when, will report probably tomorrow on the rest of the day.
On perhaps a more easier note---the Light Years, written by the Debate Society, was long and sometimes unfocused, but the great and meaningful moments came through. I left feeling very moved, then found out that the child performer in the play, who looked very familiar to me, was in fact a student from Friends, whom I had worked with in the past few months. I had a nice talk with he and his mother, than a longer one with Eric, one of the other actors in the play, about what they were going for. Nice feeling to think that I was giving both Eric and Graydon (the child actor) positive feedback, since it was only the third performance and the actors were really feeling their way through the piece. Afterwards headed to South Fourth where I had a good conversation with Noah and Harlo, the husband and wife who were there on Sunday evening. Left the place feeling very good about things.
Monday: a strange day---very little contact with people---meandered in the morning and then headed to Brooklyn, hung out at Cobra for a while, then time to travel. But where? Since I was headed towards BAM eventually, maybe to see one of the movies showing there, I took the L to the Junction, then exited---had a choice of walking down Broadway or Fulton towards BAM; I chose the latter, actually took the 25 bus up to Classon, tried to see what was happening as the bus moved through the southern border of Bed-Stuy (or northern border, if you like, of Crown Heights). Always interesting, Once I got off I was stunned by the new buildings between Classson and Clinton, and put off by the empty lots, preparing to become luxury apartrments, between Clinton and Clermont Avenue. Building building, building, where will it end. Reached BAM, but found myself too tired to wait for a movie time, and headed home, early in preparation for the next day of work at Friends.
These last three days have gone by in a blur---I am grateful for a little free time today---a litttle "emotional space." Some play possibilities over the weekend---not sure which I will go to and when, will report probably tomorrow on the rest of the day.
Sunday, February 19, 2017
Sunday morning...
in the mid Manhattan library---a really great library with terrible bathrooms. Though for some reason, I find the walk from Times Square station to this library, east on 40street, very depressing---maybe just because the streets seem so cold here. Anyway, here I am---Grand Army Plaza library is out of the question because I am seeing The Light Years at Playwrights Horizons, and must be there fairly soon.
Last night, went to Ars Nova for two one act plays by people that I know.
Ben, the author of the first one, is my friend, someone whom I respect a great deal. His play, really his first complete one, called Latter Days, takes place in a subway hatch where a delusional "king" lives in this squalor, his only contact, a lonely young man from a nearby bodega who worships him and does his "bidding" The king is grandiose--we know how isolated he is. This my friend has done well, the problem is this situation is very familiar---by the end of the play something has to happen, and watching the characters move towards this denouement sometimes becomes predictable. A great performance by Tony Torn as the king; I think for my friend, this is kind of a first play, some good things in it, some potency in the language, but hopefully he will expand his vision.
The second play, a "comedy' for three women was much livelier---tart, sharp dialogue and wonderful performances---it appears to be a comedy about longing, then morphs, a little too quickly into something more brutal. There was an easy sense of the moment that ran though the play, again, could be a stepping stone for the playwright, which I hope it is.
Lots of people I knew were there---did not have much time to talk to Ben and others who are part of one of my favorite groups, Assembly, because parents and relatives also abounded (this always seems to be the case when I come). Still, a nice time---walked from my apartment to 54th and tenth and back---as usual, when I left, the internal debate of how much money I should spend on food (I was hungry) Pizza for around $4.00 or a seat at a bar and a salad which will come to about $13.00. I was tired, so pizza won, and I later stopped at the yogurt place near me for some desert. Could not raise an interest in taking a chance on a west side bar---that is the way it is.
Today, as I have mentioned previously, I will see The Light Years, then definitely off to Brooklyn.
Tomorrow I have no plans, should be another Brooklyn day---maybe visit East Flatbush and help hand out flyers for a meeting to deal with gentrification that is happening in a church around there.
Work on Tuesday; the library will be closed tomorrow---will report soon.
Last night, went to Ars Nova for two one act plays by people that I know.
Ben, the author of the first one, is my friend, someone whom I respect a great deal. His play, really his first complete one, called Latter Days, takes place in a subway hatch where a delusional "king" lives in this squalor, his only contact, a lonely young man from a nearby bodega who worships him and does his "bidding" The king is grandiose--we know how isolated he is. This my friend has done well, the problem is this situation is very familiar---by the end of the play something has to happen, and watching the characters move towards this denouement sometimes becomes predictable. A great performance by Tony Torn as the king; I think for my friend, this is kind of a first play, some good things in it, some potency in the language, but hopefully he will expand his vision.
The second play, a "comedy' for three women was much livelier---tart, sharp dialogue and wonderful performances---it appears to be a comedy about longing, then morphs, a little too quickly into something more brutal. There was an easy sense of the moment that ran though the play, again, could be a stepping stone for the playwright, which I hope it is.
Lots of people I knew were there---did not have much time to talk to Ben and others who are part of one of my favorite groups, Assembly, because parents and relatives also abounded (this always seems to be the case when I come). Still, a nice time---walked from my apartment to 54th and tenth and back---as usual, when I left, the internal debate of how much money I should spend on food (I was hungry) Pizza for around $4.00 or a seat at a bar and a salad which will come to about $13.00. I was tired, so pizza won, and I later stopped at the yogurt place near me for some desert. Could not raise an interest in taking a chance on a west side bar---that is the way it is.
Today, as I have mentioned previously, I will see The Light Years, then definitely off to Brooklyn.
Tomorrow I have no plans, should be another Brooklyn day---maybe visit East Flatbush and help hand out flyers for a meeting to deal with gentrification that is happening in a church around there.
Work on Tuesday; the library will be closed tomorrow---will report soon.
Saturday, February 18, 2017
one very disturbing....
article about people being stopped at Immigration on Facebook. How long will this go on?
Not much to report about the last two days. Worked at Friends. My classes were the entire sophmore classes (four of them). They were happy to see me, and the energy was very positive. I showed the same two videos all four time---still remain quite spastic when it comes to adjusting the picture on the computer which then gets adjusted to the room screen. But the kids helped me out--they don't seem bothered by more spasticness and all went well.
More tension than usual. I think this may be because the momentum that I had after the first three days of last (beginning 2/6) week was stopped cold by the storm and then by the teacher I was supposed to sub for canceling his day off---which resulted in my staying home last Friday. Just sailing along, until that happened. Of course, the teacher had his flight canceled by the snow, and was completely justified in taking the day back---I completely understand that---but still, I have to deal with the drop in momentum, just as I had to do on this Tuesday and Wednesday when there was no work. I will be subbing Tuesday (eighth grade, one of my favorite classes---assuming they behave)---after that it is opened---expect some work to follow, but not sure how much---will deal with it.
Absolutely no night life since Sunday---even on days that I don't teach, the 5A.M. to 8A.M. corridor that I am completely focused on takes its toll, and therefore, all days this week, I was asleep by 8:30 P.M., with the awakening coming early in the morning. Now, with the three days off, perhaps I can change that---feel very wide awake and lively this morning, and can plan for the evening.
After much "deliberation" have decided to see the two one acts at Ars Nova, one written by my friend Ben, and the other by a female playwright whom I know. Seems like the best idea---will be among friends, though the thought of going into the Bronx to see Documentary Los Sures at Bronx Documentary Center and hanging out there was very tempting. Also, will definitely miss The Tempest at Saint Ann's. But that is the way it is, with so many projects happening at the same time.
Tomorrow, one of my rare Sunday matinees, at Playwrights Horizons, the debate society project. Had to go, since it was the only time that cheap tickets were offered. Tomorrow is supposed to be a beautiful day, so hopefully can get some walking in afterwards, and spend the rest of the day in Brooklyn, hopefully most of it at South Fourth. Monday is open--will improvise my way through it.
That is all for now, will report soon...
Not much to report about the last two days. Worked at Friends. My classes were the entire sophmore classes (four of them). They were happy to see me, and the energy was very positive. I showed the same two videos all four time---still remain quite spastic when it comes to adjusting the picture on the computer which then gets adjusted to the room screen. But the kids helped me out--they don't seem bothered by more spasticness and all went well.
More tension than usual. I think this may be because the momentum that I had after the first three days of last (beginning 2/6) week was stopped cold by the storm and then by the teacher I was supposed to sub for canceling his day off---which resulted in my staying home last Friday. Just sailing along, until that happened. Of course, the teacher had his flight canceled by the snow, and was completely justified in taking the day back---I completely understand that---but still, I have to deal with the drop in momentum, just as I had to do on this Tuesday and Wednesday when there was no work. I will be subbing Tuesday (eighth grade, one of my favorite classes---assuming they behave)---after that it is opened---expect some work to follow, but not sure how much---will deal with it.
Absolutely no night life since Sunday---even on days that I don't teach, the 5A.M. to 8A.M. corridor that I am completely focused on takes its toll, and therefore, all days this week, I was asleep by 8:30 P.M., with the awakening coming early in the morning. Now, with the three days off, perhaps I can change that---feel very wide awake and lively this morning, and can plan for the evening.
After much "deliberation" have decided to see the two one acts at Ars Nova, one written by my friend Ben, and the other by a female playwright whom I know. Seems like the best idea---will be among friends, though the thought of going into the Bronx to see Documentary Los Sures at Bronx Documentary Center and hanging out there was very tempting. Also, will definitely miss The Tempest at Saint Ann's. But that is the way it is, with so many projects happening at the same time.
Tomorrow, one of my rare Sunday matinees, at Playwrights Horizons, the debate society project. Had to go, since it was the only time that cheap tickets were offered. Tomorrow is supposed to be a beautiful day, so hopefully can get some walking in afterwards, and spend the rest of the day in Brooklyn, hopefully most of it at South Fourth. Monday is open--will improvise my way through it.
That is all for now, will report soon...
Wednesday, February 15, 2017
another day....
without work at Friends, though I will be there for the next two. This may be a good thing, because I can attend an important basketball game there, and will have some energy for the evening. Still, last night's dreams have me wondering.
What happened? After two very productive sessions I felt tired, so I did not go to any of the hangouts suggested in the last blog, just grabbed a fat meal of chicken and rice at the cart near Lincoln Center, ateit at the Atrium, and headed home. Sounds like a good idea---since I was tired. By 8:30 I was asleep---then came the dreams:
In the first, I am visiting what seems like a "camp" in the wilderness run by women---there is complete emptiness there, no towns nearby to get supplies, it seems like the camp is isolated---as if something happened, some catastrophe in the cities, and this is all of civilization that is left, or as if there is too much violence in the city and the women have moved here as a last resort---at any rate, the dream had a very barren look to it, and the women seemed resigned to fight for their survival, or, at any rate, live like this forever. There was a harsh emptiness there, and when I awoke, at about 12:30, I felt confused---angered by what I had dreamed ---why did I, after a fairly productive day---have this dream of a barren, scared world with people just holding on?
I stayed up for a while, then fell asleep again---the second dream is vaguer, but it seems to have something to do with someone violent with a gun---in the south or midwest---I felt I had to avoid this person, though, when we stopped at a gas station, he was right there. Like I said, it was vaguer than the first, but still full of anger. Why? What was it saying for me? Again, in my early hours of waking, I felt confused and hurt. Things are much better now, as I sit in the library, and have already gone to Friends to pick up my check but I spent much of the early morning stunned by the content of these dreams.
The basketball game is at 5:45---will be over about 7:30---I Must do something else afterwards---maybe head to the bar on 44th and tenth where both twins, two of my favorite servers, will be working. Other options--well we have gone through them all before, there is a trivia game at Pine Box Rock Shop which I played in early September, might want to take a chance on that again today.
At any rate, that is the situation as I move easily into the afternoon.
Will report on new "adventures" soon.
What happened? After two very productive sessions I felt tired, so I did not go to any of the hangouts suggested in the last blog, just grabbed a fat meal of chicken and rice at the cart near Lincoln Center, ateit at the Atrium, and headed home. Sounds like a good idea---since I was tired. By 8:30 I was asleep---then came the dreams:
In the first, I am visiting what seems like a "camp" in the wilderness run by women---there is complete emptiness there, no towns nearby to get supplies, it seems like the camp is isolated---as if something happened, some catastrophe in the cities, and this is all of civilization that is left, or as if there is too much violence in the city and the women have moved here as a last resort---at any rate, the dream had a very barren look to it, and the women seemed resigned to fight for their survival, or, at any rate, live like this forever. There was a harsh emptiness there, and when I awoke, at about 12:30, I felt confused---angered by what I had dreamed ---why did I, after a fairly productive day---have this dream of a barren, scared world with people just holding on?
I stayed up for a while, then fell asleep again---the second dream is vaguer, but it seems to have something to do with someone violent with a gun---in the south or midwest---I felt I had to avoid this person, though, when we stopped at a gas station, he was right there. Like I said, it was vaguer than the first, but still full of anger. Why? What was it saying for me? Again, in my early hours of waking, I felt confused and hurt. Things are much better now, as I sit in the library, and have already gone to Friends to pick up my check but I spent much of the early morning stunned by the content of these dreams.
The basketball game is at 5:45---will be over about 7:30---I Must do something else afterwards---maybe head to the bar on 44th and tenth where both twins, two of my favorite servers, will be working. Other options--well we have gone through them all before, there is a trivia game at Pine Box Rock Shop which I played in early September, might want to take a chance on that again today.
At any rate, that is the situation as I move easily into the afternoon.
Will report on new "adventures" soon.
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