I ran into her when she spoke at various colloquia my third year as an undergraduate. We didn’t become genuinely acquainted until some time later at a Blues bar in St. Mark’s Place — during the later part of my final undergraduate year. She would eventually, in a city 3 …
A Song For A Friend
This weekend I am compelled to some kind of musical acknowledgment for the strife of an old friend from NYU/NYC. Having cut off her nose to spite her face, my friend is currently stuck in Phoenix with a great job, but no real friends or lovers, and no one of …
Friends
Continuing poetry month…music is sometimes poetry. Sometimes not, but you got to give credit to creativity and truth. It’s the weekend. Enjoy your Friends. [Audio clip: view full post to listen] Friends sing together Friends do things together Friends laugh together Friends make graphs together Friends help you when you’re …
Life Is Not A Beach
I spent the day at the Library of Congress. The hottest day we’ve had all year, and early in the morning, because I’d skipped my morning run, I decided to walk to the library from New Hampshire and M. I had snagged my aunts assistant’s parking garage space for the …
Life Is Like A Bowl of Cherries
I’m laying around feeling ill, the result of downing a bowl of cherries while watching Paul McCartney, here to claim what’s left of the Beatles Catalog, on David Letterman. I’m thinking, though not deeply, about death. The grandfather of a good friend died today. Funerals are sad, death not necessarily …
