Go sit on a sweaty plastic lawn chair in Times Square...sure. Why not? I have to say, it is something else to see a huge patch of road turned into a place for humans to plop.
Much going on in the state of NY. The legislature has moved a wee bit to the right, through some secret cabal-coup. Looks like gay marriage could be passed over, again. How dull.
There's this:
A Good Smoke Reading at the Public, which is at capacity, or actually just a wee bit beyond. We need to lose six people, or have six people stand. Fine.
It is raining very hard. We have all the windows open. It's like a cool rain forest here in Queens. I highly recommend it! Makes me understand the exact kind of monkey I am.
Trees, trees, trees, please!
I think the blank look in the eyes of so many Southern California natives is because they never got in touch with their primal monkey selves. Or maybe they're just happy and calm looking because it's so nice outside all the time?
THE HIGH LINE IS OPEN! Can't wait to see it. You know--that old freight trestle that runs from The Meatpacking District to the 30's. They left it kind of rough and tracky with wild native plantings. Brilliant.
Clear air. Rain. Clear air. Rain. Clear air. Rain.
Have a great weekend.
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How was the reading? C'mon, tell!
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