Friday, November 23, 2007

Thursday, November 22, 2007


Sunday, November 18, 2007

my cousin's blog entry for tuesday, november 13th

kinda similar to my tuesday, november 13th blog entry, also about my lunch. kinda creeping me out.

Tuesday, November 13, 2007

Just once I'd like to take the rubberband off of a head of broccoli and not hear Dave Murray's voice calling it "the poor man's cock ring."

Tuesday, November 6, 2007

Monday, November 5, 2007

radio city music hall in november

Walking down 50th Street this morning,
As the dwarfs converge.

(I love New York.)

Sunday, November 4, 2007

It is the morning before the WFMU record fair, the one truly holy day on my calendar. Somewhere inside the Metropolitan Pavilion waits one of my all-time favorite songs, which I have never heard beforescarcely imagined its existence.

I pray now to the vinyl gods to grace me with wisdom and discretion, that I might better separate the sonic wheat from the kitsch-appeal-only chaff, and stamina, for there are many stacks to rifle before I sleep.

Saturday, November 3, 2007

last day of mercury retrograde

Diana was in town last night and we went to the Rubin Museum of Art to check out the Himalayan pieces and to watch La Jetée. La Jetée is a French short from 1962 that inspired Twelve Monkeys. A survivor of a nuclear holocaust is obsessed with the image of a woman standing on a jetty. It’s a childhood memory, of a moment of calm just before a man is murdered, and the man returns to it in his mind over and over. The image is so strong the other survivors draft the man for a time-travel experiment, necessary to save humanity. The man meets the woman, they fall in love. In the end, offered the chance to travel forward to a peaceful, advanced future, he requests that he be sent back to the jetty, to that time before the war. After the screening Thomas Cahill spoke, and he said that as you get older you increasingly recognize this circularity in your own life, things that you thought you’d passed through forever unexpectedly coming back, and it was pretty funny to be sitting there with Diana and reliving it all.

(And what made it doubly funny is that we’d seen Deirdre and Harry in the galleries abovemy first glimpse of Deirdre since Fire Islandalthough they slipped out before I had the chance to make my awkward hello.)

Friday, November 2, 2007

jenny's last day in new york

It was in the summertime in Virginia. Katy and I were building a house in the woods on the Thornton River in Culpepper County. We’d work all day in the hot summer weather and in the evenings we’d drive into the town of Culpepper and have dinner at Pizza King or Jerry’s Diner or the Dixie Pig. After supper we’d go to the 7-11 where I’d park my bus and sitting in those warm, humid evenings we’d drink a couple of beers and listen to the Orioles baseball game on the radio while we watched people go in and come out. Young long-haired rednecks wearing baseball caps advertising farm products and young women with beauty parlor hairdos and beefy men in overalls climbing in and out of their old cars and pick-up trucks. And we’d speculate about these people, about who they were and what they did and what kinds of relationships they had and who they were married to. Then, finally, we’d drive back in the cool evening air with the windows open, the baseball game still going. We had each other and there was nothing more we wanted, and I felt blessed.

Katy had lovely green eyes, a wide, pink mouth, and a musical laugh. She was open, guileless, and what I finally found unbearable was how much she loved me. I began working on a construction job, building a house in Cleveland Park, and thinking about another woman who worked at the site. And Katy would drive down to the job in the middle of the day to bring me food, while I was scheming about this other female, wishing Katy hadn’t shown up.

And even now, when I think of it, it makes me want to cry.

-- Joe Frank