Fascists, Tempests, and Tambourines

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Things are picking up here. I've been spending time at City College, here in the Student Technology Support Center which is shaped like an amplatheater(sp?) that looks out on the entrance to the (NAC) North Academic? Center...I took a temp job at the bookstore which is a Follett store. http://www.follett.com/ It reminds me of Long's....But Much smaller (the branch , not the business) and with a more ethnically diverse staff. I like it because I can see what all the professors are assigning.

When I was working at Long's people would speculate about what would happen when Doc Long died. Some bets were on Follett taking over but I guess B+N bid higher. It also has the feel of the old Co-op Bookstore but apparently without the perks...at least for temp workers. It bears no resemplence to Strand. I find my self missing the easy-going-ness (for lack of a better word) of the cashiers at Strandwhile I am being "trained" by a Mussolini(sp?)-like young person who refered to me as "sweety" until she realized that I'm not that sweet.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Benito_Mussolini

Sylvia Netzer has been a godsend. I got to spend some time talking to her about time-lines, birthdays, clay, love, painful losses and art while she contructed her organ...organic growth-like forms. Her insight and criticism has me thinking more three diimentionally. She leaves amazing examples around the classroom of better ways of doing things...other possibilities.

I've seen two good plays up here, off-off-off upper Broadway. The Tempest

http://www.harlemonestop.com/event.php?id=2626

and Tambourines to Glory

http://www.harlemrepertorytheatre.org/collegenow.html

Both were way better than RENT (in my humble opinion) and only asked for donations.

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I came to Bryant Park to meet up with Sam, the guy who was watching my place while I was in Ohio and my neighbor and his family who is visiting from England. They are showing Casablanca. It is so very, very crowded here I I gave up looking for them in favor of checking e-mail.

Dave says there is a free show at Upright Citizen's Brigade Theater tonight so I may head over there for that soon.

I heart NYPL

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It is so very nice and cool here. I got tired of sweating and came here to my local library to cool off and check my messages.

I'm listening to Le Show from last Sunday...Harry Shearer is talking about Something that happened in Saudi Arabia. I wasn't listening that closely because I was frustrated with trying to figure out why my skype connection isn't working. Now I'm trying to update it.

I had a really nice flight back. There was a beautiful sunset. The Pilots took their time which is good when there is what seems to be a Simpsons channel on the tv. They did some crazy big turns when we got close to the city, so at a couple of points my window was pointed directly at the ground. That was fun.

The apartment was a bit of a mess. The bathroom ceiling fell again...so...now we have to clean the debris that falls from the hole before taking showers.

I had a great time at the family reunion Sunday. (Is one of my mom's cousins on a soap opera???)

Darma, a magical talking horse plays the stock market

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Nostrand, no beach, no bank
sign says, "Rat Race, try harder, escape"
scape nape tape grape gape

this is a poem made up on the way home from the airport last night. It seemed like a brilliant start last night. Now, however, somewhat less brilliant.

Anyway...its good to be back here in Bryant Park people watching and listening to wfmu.