first snow
it snowed today. it snowed for the first time while i've lived here. yes, that's an egocentric way of thinking about it but it makes me feel good so i don't care. i danced in the snow, twice. people walking by me were shocked and amused, but didn't stop because it's New York and no one stops here, not even for crazy people. they stop for police beatings, one of which i witnessed last night after stopping in at Starbucks (no pun necessary) for some hot chocolate and a cookie. two cops chased a man down and beat him onto the ground in 20 degree weather. he was screaming and pleading with them to stop for what seemed like a couple minutes before i couldn't stand to watch anymore. it made me sad that i couldn't do anything about it. i wanted to go over and tell them to stop. he was restrained. i don't know what he did but it didn't seem necessary to thwack him with nightsticks until he was bare-chested on the freezing pavement. and then four or five cop cars showed up and i left, sipping my chocolate and wondering if i had forgotten my keys.
i am restless. i started reading again, which is always a good thing. and i'm seeing people outside of the fluorescent-stained walls of the underground cave of technologia i work in. i've seen a couple plays since i wrote last and i feel like i have the bug again. riding home in a cab tonight i had what i think might be a brilliant idea for a show, and that feels really good. the funny thing is that i don't fancy myself a writer, but i keep coming back to the notion that i have to create something to feel truly connected to it. i miss acting. i'm going to send my headshot and resumé around this week. well, i'm going to put everything all together and find out where to send them.
i went on a pseudo-date last night. it was really just an outing with a friend, but i think she's cute and it was kind of a date. i went over to her dorm room (i know, i need to stay away from college girls, but they don't seem to mind that i'm old and sketchy) and ended up cooking dinner for the two of us. she made salad. i brought some California wine i got on sale at the liquor down the street from my apartment. it was really nice. i felt grown-up. then we went and saw a play that was supposed to be about alzheimer's but was really a thinly-veiled attempt at contemporary commentary on war and how our society has lost the importance of remembering the past. we both fell asleep at some point, but were kind enough to nudge each other awake when we did. i felt awful, but not as awful as the play was. one of the actresses looked a bit like Joan Cusack, and i spent a good portion of the first act trying to decide if she was making an appearance under a pseudonym, but then i got over it and realized she was terrible. near the end we (the cute girl, not fake-Joan Cusack) kind of bumped knees and it was thrilling. first-time holding hands thrilling. as we were walking back toward her dorm, arm in arm, she stopped and shrieked and i said "what?" and she said "look stars!" and i did and there were. and they were beautiful. Orion, my old friend, was staring me in face for the first time in months. i didn't realize how much i missed him. then we walked by the Moonlight Diner, where Jonathan Larson worked while he was writing all his plays. i don't know if he worked at the diner or just wrote there, but she was very moved by the thought of it. i was, too, for different reasons i think. it amazes me that i'm in a city where so much has happened to further art and life. i am astounded that i live somewhere it snows. and boy did it ever.
oh no, not in springtime, summer, winter, or fall
i am restless. i started reading again, which is always a good thing. and i'm seeing people outside of the fluorescent-stained walls of the underground cave of technologia i work in. i've seen a couple plays since i wrote last and i feel like i have the bug again. riding home in a cab tonight i had what i think might be a brilliant idea for a show, and that feels really good. the funny thing is that i don't fancy myself a writer, but i keep coming back to the notion that i have to create something to feel truly connected to it. i miss acting. i'm going to send my headshot and resumé around this week. well, i'm going to put everything all together and find out where to send them.
i went on a pseudo-date last night. it was really just an outing with a friend, but i think she's cute and it was kind of a date. i went over to her dorm room (i know, i need to stay away from college girls, but they don't seem to mind that i'm old and sketchy) and ended up cooking dinner for the two of us. she made salad. i brought some California wine i got on sale at the liquor down the street from my apartment. it was really nice. i felt grown-up. then we went and saw a play that was supposed to be about alzheimer's but was really a thinly-veiled attempt at contemporary commentary on war and how our society has lost the importance of remembering the past. we both fell asleep at some point, but were kind enough to nudge each other awake when we did. i felt awful, but not as awful as the play was. one of the actresses looked a bit like Joan Cusack, and i spent a good portion of the first act trying to decide if she was making an appearance under a pseudonym, but then i got over it and realized she was terrible. near the end we (the cute girl, not fake-Joan Cusack) kind of bumped knees and it was thrilling. first-time holding hands thrilling. as we were walking back toward her dorm, arm in arm, she stopped and shrieked and i said "what?" and she said "look stars!" and i did and there were. and they were beautiful. Orion, my old friend, was staring me in face for the first time in months. i didn't realize how much i missed him. then we walked by the Moonlight Diner, where Jonathan Larson worked while he was writing all his plays. i don't know if he worked at the diner or just wrote there, but she was very moved by the thought of it. i was, too, for different reasons i think. it amazes me that i'm in a city where so much has happened to further art and life. i am astounded that i live somewhere it snows. and boy did it ever.
oh no, not in springtime, summer, winter, or fall