First week...

in a while that I havn't been at Friends, maybe next week.......? Still, very busy, tutoring, it seems has exploded upon me---running all over the place (Tuesday? Queens to Bronx to Upper East side...? are you kidding.....) so a great deal of satisfaction from that. Missed Muti and Attila, will I see it Monday....doubtful....hopefully the Nose......this weekend will try to do my off off Broadway due diligence...seeing Seusical tonight with one of my students, Kevin, playing a Monkey...otherwise, just moving along........

rushed.....

well that seems to be it; tomorrow four things---just reminding myself of a time in 66, yes, that is 1966, when I stood at the opera house, thinking clearly about the moment I was living in. Now, if this was to happen today, I would probably feel terribly rushed, as if this was just a moment in time, moving on to the next.
Busy week---first day off, can hardly catch my breadth. What about tomorrow, four tasks, can I do them all? What about returning to Boston to see the Odets play, will I have the time to do that? What about going to Washington to see the two history plays? Any and all of this might be accomplished. What about "the Purification" with puppets (indeed!) will I make that. All things to be cosidered, as I move frantically from place to place. That is all now......

so I returned.......

yes and after much deliberation went to Boston this weekend to see Gatz! Overall effect: exhiliration! It was the smartest thing I could have done. Amazed at how easy the bus ride was. and how much I liked the Somerville neighborhood that I stayed in. But the play and the people who attend ART---that is what got me thinking. Some fascintating ideas moving around my head. What does that mean...? Shall be considered.......

long time, cityboy

like over three months---why? Some of my best subbing and tutoring experiences inthe past three months---now feeling pretty exhausted---yesterday waited an hour for Kevin-Dayra (my tutorees) then left apartment, went to library then back to the house, climbed what must have been seven flights of stairs in the process, so physically pretty tired. Went to Toast afterwards to eat---nice guy was bartender, but no one to talk to---kind of sad how uninteresting that place has become, atleast when I am there---but perhaps one needs to move on---just read Isherwood's review of Greenspan's piece--sounds like I would like to see it, since I wake up thinking about theater myself, wonder what makes him so special---also the gay angle--posession....? Anyway, already have eaten two rather large meals, will go to Bronx again today to work with Chelsea and then Diamond. Very proud of the Death of a Salesman essay I "helped" her write---wonder of she has gotten any feedback on it from her teacher--next at Friends on tuesday, unless some action before---we'll see.......

feeling much better....

after a convivial afternoon at South Fourth--now on to Cymbeline (fight the tiredness). Yes, interesting how mellow city boy becomes when interacting with others, unlike when he is by himself. But that seems to be the more instructive way, actually had some good political discussions today. First day in a while with no tutoring, but things seem a little empty without it, anyway, as I said before onwards to Cymbeline---hopefully, our imagination will be sated.

much later

two good days at Friends last week---the tutoring continues apace, but......lots of contrasts to deal with. Can't seem to release any money to myself for entertainment---nights, waking up in darkness, hard time coming to terms with my "aloneness". For all the tutoring, still miss not working during the day---no calls from DOE today; wonder whether that will continue......need to work out of the whole thing...tonight...we should stop by South Fourth, need some contact, after that...........

much later.....

about two weeks as such...here in the 145 street library. Just finished reading the Times editorial about bail outs of banks----really frightening, depressing how one set of rules seems to apply to those people and another to myself. ofcourse, this is a difficult time as I transition back to teaching, and the school year is just beginning, but still one must live with the fact that one part of the citizenry gets bailed out for irresponsability, while another....and then one takes ones mind off that with talk of sports or theater or culture, or whatever, but....a tough call.
Even during the fringe, with all the fun that I had, the energy is exactly the same as last year's. There is no sense of the issues that we face. Is there a way of combining the two...? More people will be involved in watching football this Sunday, then in the health care issue. Well, a gut feeling now of sorrow, anger-----great trip last night around the west village, totally self contained, architecture intact, what stories the houses could tell. Long trips also through Brooklyn on Sunday and Monday. Seems like all I could do is walk on those two days. Missing students, phone is off...may meet them here later---will check......