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Have Read (Seen, Listened To, Will Miss), Friday

Saturday, July 10th, 2010

Have Read (Seen, Lis­te­ned To, Will Miss), Fri­day is back.

I’ve had one of my old NYU friends visi­ting. I brought her back from the sea as a mat­ter of fact, so she has been here awhile. She’s lea­ving tomo­rrow. I will miss her. If it weren’t for her ten­dency to ridi­cule those who wear last years shoes and read last years books  —  I had copy of Chro­nic City on the table, and pair of Giu­seppe Zanotti low heel slide mules from 2009 on my feet, and she was appa­lled — I’d miss her even more.

I have read Dan­cing in the Dark: A Cul­tu­ral His­tory of the Great Depres­sion. If you are con­tem­pla­ting rea­ding about that deso­late time this is the book for you. It’s like that  huge piece of Tiramisu, almost too much good stuff.

I’ve lis­te­ned to, and seen a band of old men pla­ying Hey Joe in the back of a bre­wery. They were close to awesome.

I wish I had more for you, but I’ve been dea­ling with a close encoun­ter cri­sis. I’m caring for a panic stric­ken crazy per­son friend who drove over here ear­lier this eve­ning. This friend prac­ti­ces something called trans­cen­den­tal medi­ta­tion. She goes to TM mee­tings weekly, is more or less in trai­ning — as she tells it. This poor crea­ture had been medi­ta­ting at home, like she does every night, when she appa­rently went into a deep trance. She had what she said was an out of body expe­rience, was floa­ting above her body, and could see her­self on the side of her bed and she couldn’t get back.

Des­pite this whole situa­tion soun­ding to me as if she fell asleep and had a dream from which she couldn’t ini­tially wake up, I couldn’t dis­suade her. She insists it was something much more insi­dious, the rea­per around the cor­ner, death on her doors­tep. Wha­te­ver it was she has to stay here the night because she doesn’t want to be alone.

I will miss the gin and tonic that Ive just drai­ned. You can’t blame me really, con­si­de­ring the com­pany I am keeping.

Peace, from a rea­per dete­rrent wea­ring last years mules.