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 …
Another Saturday Night
I’m participating, in a non participatory fashion, in Infinite Summer. I started yesterday. My housemate, who often scrolls my sites online, much like my old college roommates used to scroll blogs for me, is blogless and lives vicariously through me, provoked me to do it. It’s not like work, school, …
