a list of things that i want to tell y'all about

1. the strawberry shortcake kids and a summer of nathan's hot dog fun
2. karma kids.. while i am on the little wee one theme
3. anglomania showcasing tradition and transgression in british fashion.. and while we are at it the labrynthine wonder that is the metropolitan museum of art
4. art, my first ever purchase, union square, gustav klimt and edward hopper
5. the victory - a view once described by the new yorker as hopperseque - and until yesterday my home away from park slope
6. brooklyn bridge - walking over, sitting underneath, meeting in the middle
7. the subway, how i loathe and love thee equally

i started to keep a notebook, and then another, and i attempted group emailing, morning pages and all manner of things.. the need to record and rewrite this chapter. and now - in packing my backpack, ruthlessly throwing old tickets stubs and gallery brochures i feel a little exposed.. shallow, sort of like my whole being is skating along the surface.. fearful for what went into the garbage bags and what has been left behind.

one of my notebooks was intended for jack. it was to be a record of all the different performances i happened across on the train.. this project was conceived during my stint on the upper west side - during the hour long commute each way. i noted down only a few.. like the amplified kettle drum played by some rasta fella at the columbus circle transfer, 59th st. i think i was waiting for the downtown A..

that same journey, hopping on again at west 4th st my auditory nerves were tickled by an especially snazzy looking fellow in a grey suit and a straw boater playing some 'easy listening' on his shiny silver casio keys. this guy was standing on the concourse and walking towards the west 3rd exit you had a clear view of his enormous singing smile.

only a few made it to the notebook, some i feel will be permanently etched in memories.. but i do wonder how faithful my memory is.

already a thousand tales have come rushing back.. and so i guess this list of things i want to tell y'all will grow and grow and grow

farewell prospect park

a balmy evening, tenille on the telephone back in oz, a late evening stroll.. stepping over picnickers, weaving between concert goers and ducking under orbiting frisbees i had a chance encounter with some fireflies. it was my first.i was an unbeliever - but became quickly convinced - you can ask tenille, she was still on the other end of the telephone. i learned shortly after that they only appear at the height of summer and in north america they glow yellow (as distinct from their green and red south american cousins).