Monday, July 21
i haven't made a real entry in over a week, so i guess i'll chime in now just in case anyone's missing me. nothing super-exciting to report. tonight we went out to the vineyard (george's, not martha's) for dungenes crab so forth. yesterday was coney island for swimming and the cyclone fried food and swatgrads with mangosticks and the occasional glimpse of a rok band (with josie - later, jesse's for lossa enchiladas. and beforehand, c.p. for birthday donuts and bananas.) and the day before that i walked from the bridge to ground 0 to katz's and then took the train to new canaan (to play no-really-we're-not-a-couple), all with becca's dad and kathleen. all of this has involved lots of time on trains, which i guess is unremarkable. i found $11 on the platform on friday. (headmaster andrew's questions friday prompted an into-the-wee-hours talk about the nebulous future, which has ultimately made me strangely comforted, though i also find something pretty disturbing in becca's theories.)
what else? i've read the first 150 pages of ulysses, and i've been impressed with both my pace and my ability to enjoy it. also reading a book about early american punk. oh, and the best and most beautiful thing i've seen in a long time, which is the only thing that's really inspired me to blog (but i'm not going to do it now, so probably not ever, in the detail it deserves) is the rollerskate dancing people who strut their stuff in central park sunday afternoons.
i'm a junkyard full of false starts
and i don't need your permission
to bury my love
what else? i've read the first 150 pages of ulysses, and i've been impressed with both my pace and my ability to enjoy it. also reading a book about early american punk. oh, and the best and most beautiful thing i've seen in a long time, which is the only thing that's really inspired me to blog (but i'm not going to do it now, so probably not ever, in the detail it deserves) is the rollerskate dancing people who strut their stuff in central park sunday afternoons.
i'm a junkyard full of false starts
and i don't need your permission
to bury my love
