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Once again…

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Not doing what I’m suppposed to be doing. But then I’m also in one fo those post-therapy hazes that seems to set in once I encounter something deep while on the couch. (I really am on a couch there, sitting , not lying back.) My friend’s novel is stately and at least in it’s early pages , mournful. Paging through it on the subway I find myself sinking into the tricky, timid voice of its protagonist

Why haven’t I learned that TV isn’t my friend? Even when it shows me Flava Flav and Brigitte Nielson balling

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September 30, 2004 at 9:51 pm

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What’s going on…

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Everyone here is familiar with the dilemma: the more involved and engrossing the life, the less time for reflection and the writing that might come from it. So while my life has been very rich these last few weeks, my posting has been at a standstill. To prime the pump, here are some things that are happening:

The new school year began on Sepember 7th. I may be a teacher but math isn’t my strong suit: I forgot to think that teice the students = twice the work. So there is much more running around and dealing with details, etc. I’m teaching twice as many classes as I was last year, and managing twice as much stuff. My work days are now overflowing into days where they shouldn’t.

On the home fromt I’ve been enteraining a visitor for the past month. It has been challenging – at times joyous and an awakening to different sorts of possibilities. But it hasn’t been the sort of thing I felt comfortable posting about.

I’ve begun making small forays into the new studio, which lies 45 munites away from me on the bus. I’m gradually feeling my way into some new work. Again too unformulated to really make for good reading.

I’ve been lucky enough to catch two remarkable cultural moments: Kiki and Herb at Carnegie Hall, and John Water’s “A Dirty Shame”. Both have made me happy to be the freak I am. I’m also getting to read my Friend Lynne’s new novel before publication.

All of this is the sort of thing that I will natter on endlessly about at some point in the future but not now, not now.


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September 28, 2004 at 9:31 am

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The good old days…

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Hey remember when I used to be on Live Journal?

That was cool , huh?

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September 22, 2004 at 10:26 am

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Thanks to the kindness of a generous ex I’m going to see Kiki and Herb at Carnegie Hall this Sunday.
I am prepared for a “what a long, strange trip it’s been ” moment since I think I first saw them on Market Street in SF all of (could it be?) ten years ago.
Will Justin really be onstage at Carnegie screaming “WUUUUUUU!!!!!WUUUTANNNGGG MUTHAFUCKERRRRR!!!!” at the audience? Will Judy Garland’s wrathful spirit blast us all with flaming bolts of rainbow power??

Thank the goddess I have nothing to wear.

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September 14, 2004 at 10:19 am

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September 9, 2004 at 4:30 pm

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Wet Hen…

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…I’m not complaining, but all the rain induced transit mishegas today made me three and a half ours late to work! I arrived to find a passel of students who ranged from lost lamb to cranky crab.

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September 8, 2004 at 1:30 pm

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Food shocks…

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This weekend the streets of New York yielded up three food surprises, all of them good:

On Sunday waltzing_tree and I took a quick jaunt to the Metropolitan Museum where I mused on the utter alieness of ancient Egyptian culture and saw an ink drawing of a god on a wood panel the lines of which, because of their casual freshness, leapt across the intervening three thousand years. Afterward, we walked down Madison in the deepening twilight toward the lower east side, increasingly hungry. It was Madison, Sunday evening, the part of town and week where the only things open were the a smattering of Starbucks. Suddenly off to our right on a side street appeared an odd vision: the Just Pickles stand on 28th. Under the cheery light we selected a hot and a half sour from the wooden barrels on the street and marched off. The pickles were fantastic, fresh and incredible eaten in combination. especially since the hot one was really hot. It made waltzing_tree laugh with delight.

On Monday we hiked over to Eastern parkway, for the West Indian Day Parade there to meet up with badfaggot somehow in the midst of two million people upon arrival I insisted we buy something that has been showing up on certain street corners as a snack lately: a whole hacked up mango, dressed with lemon juice and hot sauce. I’ve had them on a stick, but this version was in a plastic bag: you picked on out, and then the juice and greenish chili sauce were poured in and the whole sealed and tossed a bit. Rich, ripe slippery, cooling, biting, tart, and explosively wet. We set about finding badfaggot, and after some mis-communication and claustrophobia we managed to hook up. The parade route is lined with food stands, commercial and non, and one caught our eye: it advertised “Bake and Shark” we were mystified but ordered one. It turned out to be a round, deep friend biscuit like a baingiet or a donut, split in half and filled with chunks of shark steak that had been breaded and lightly fried. Ours came with ketchup and hot sauce. After two bites badfaggot was mumbling “forbidden shark donut” in ecstacy. A couple more bites and we all went back for seconds much to the amusement of the women running the stand.

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September 7, 2004 at 2:36 pm

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