m levine on sprawl

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Last night I went to Times-up space to see about fixing the breaks on the Murry and got sucked into the film they were showing about New Jersey farm land. Instead of fixing the Murry I traded it in for a Huffy. It was a trafficky ride home up first ave until I got to 60TH then it was smooth sailing so to speak.

Today is Community Garden Day for me. I talked to my roomate, Z about ten ant associations and trying to get problems with our building resolved.

I may walk down to 133st to see if I can find the housing office Michelle told me about. Then at 3:00 I'll go hang out in Serenity Garden...followed by some time at the laundry garden and the 99cent garden.

the day after wordplay

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je suis un peu fatigue.
Il fait chaud, mais pas trop chaud.
Tita is licking herself then is startled
momentarily (sp.?)
hay uno ruido piqueno
someone outside yells, "Guard!"

I'm guard too.)

Tita settles down...her furry little head
between her paws,

comme un chien.

Thank you.

oui.

My carpenter pants are on the floor along with
ropas sucias de mi semana en la libreria.

I've decided not to go back.
The voices outside my window don't want me to go
back and re-write what I have written.
or retyp-o
what I have written
oops...Lo hago un otro vez
una otra vez?

nous elle adore.

"exctament." el dire.

sigh...je pence comment dit on, "sigh"
en francais.

Yo me voy a la cocina.

Fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa

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12 things i love about my father:

1) He knows the names of all the rocks.

2) He laughs at my jokes.

3) He has cool toys: like recorders, microscopes, and tools.

4) He knows about weather patterns.

5) He likes to go hiking and camping and biking and rafting
and skiing, and horsebackriding and he takes people like me
along and usually pays for everything.

6) He is a good conversationalist.

7) He is thoughtful, handsome, poetic, patient and kind.

8) He's not a raging capitalist who puts money ahead of everything.

9) He's responsible and consciencious.

10) He's concerned about environmental and social justice issues.

11) He is generous and open minded.

12) He's mine.

je je je jeune

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Al "the best Al I know" gave me Angrylemonhead tune called Carn^ivor to listen to so that we might make a video of it. I am listening to this as I practice typing.

Yesterday was my "Friday" of sorts and I had a small conflict with Joyce that made me angryand made the day go by quickly. Mostly I like Joyce and feel like we are on the same side of most issues despite the labor/management difference. I feel like when she gets snippy it is because she is in some sort of pain or under some sort of pressure herself. Joyce, if you are reading this consider yourself forgiven.

Had lunch with Jon Plant at PIE, the gourmet (not NY style) pizza place around the block from strand. I have grown to love that place A) for it proximity B) for is crack-like addictiveness and C) for the music they play which is not john denver or cindy lauper or anything I associate with suspicious mind controlling orginizations.

We talked about computers and art and computer art.

I have listened to this Angry Lemon song three times now and still only remember the (very danceable) driving rhythm (sp?) and the last line which is something about wiping a mouth on a sleave after kissing...goodbye.

win tauterfalls, ur468, und bellyjeans

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"Perfect!" she cheered.

"You're perfect." one added.

"Exactly." another praised. "Where's your..?"

"Period?" I questioned.

Why would someone be running an air conditioner on such a cool night?

"Huh?" came another voice from outside the window.

"She got that one right." another another added added.

"Use a good word." said a voice much like my mother's.

"How bout log?" said a man.

"...word" replied Mom.

I had a wierd dream involving Tom Moore, pant cuffs, and Winn (when?) or Read.
Susan read...something off a condiment bottle or something.

The cat climed out the window.

I continued to practice typing.

I heard a car drive down a wet street between our buildings.

Buildings here remind me of ships.