In Like A Feather Duster Out Like A Short Stack Of Pancakes

Strange days...It's an Indian winter. I'm taking refuge here at Milk Bar across the street from Frank's. I think I saw a rock star at Hoyt-Schermerhorn. I changed dorms last night after a very ugly scene. I hope things get better soon. Young Christians at the Y cheered me up. Also there were ladies walking with with big balls:-)

Happy Valentine's Day

Here at the YMCA having lunch and charging the phone with twenty or thirty funny young christians. 

The women's locker room is officially under renovation so I get to move my things to Chinatown for a while.

In other news, the Art Student's League is having some debate about what should/should not happen with the lots adjoining the historic 215 W 57th Street building.

Snow Fun

The Island of the Colorblind

Oliver Sacks' 1996 Island of the Colorblind was sitting on a shelf in the women's shelter library. I have been carrying it with me to read on the train.

There is also a book by Dean Ornish there called Stress, Diet, and Your Heart.

In other news, I have been shopping for wallets. Wallet, small purse, checkbook kind of thing that will fit into my vest pocket and keep me organized. For some reason I am craving a letter sized wallet that unfolds like a book...or a tri-fold brochure.

The contest has narrowed down to Hobo and Steve Madden. I almost went with a nice Nine West that was pretty much perfect, but someone seems to have snatched it up before I made up my mind. I think Hobo wins. No. It's a tie.