yesterday i walked around central park, a pointless ramble which included The Ramble, probably my favorite part of the park. i am not a big fan of Central Park, its touristy manicured character rings fake to me. part of the reason i became attracted to cemeteries was on account of how few parks in this town i found interesting. yesterday central park was crowded as would be expected on such a loverly, loverly day as that. i took a bus to 2nd avenue, then walked to the park @ 5th ave and 60-something street i had never walked the transverse before, having taken the Q66 bus many times over in both directions. it was not a very desirable walk. the nearness ot the cars seemed kind of claustrophobic, there is little park-like scenery to behold, and bicyclists illegally riding on the sidewalk were a hazard that i could do without.
i saw a somewhat amazing image, though, it looked more like a painting than reality. a man walking about a quarter mile ahead of me wearing a trenchcoat and moving briskly cut a crisp but gothic profile against the long stone wall and the yellowed leaves fallen from the trees.
i attempted to spot Strawberry Fields but a 5-deep circle of human beings surrounded the site, listening to a grizzled hippie orator discuss something about peace on earth.
the Reservoir was nearly overflowing after the previous day’s rains. whenever i approach the Res i remember a conversation with a friendwho said that people should not waste money on exercise equipment when they could just bike around the Reservoir, in his mind at sustained speeds of 35mph with no obstructions or fatalities.
i got all around the park quickly, starting from 2nd avenue and getting to the park about 20 minutes later, rambling up to about 90th street and then heading back to 5th ave and 60th for the N/Q train home. i got back within 3 hours, so i got a free transfer from the bus to the subway. whoot.
got a new charlie brown t-shirt. it shows CB holding out his arms, over the big-lettered word BLOCKHEAD. it’s good stuff.
i am so completely tired today. nothing worth saying. little articulata with which to enunciate.
i went to costco and bought toothbrushes, toothpaste, and Lysol wipes. thick wipes. i started using the THICK WIPES a few weeks ago when i adjusted my bathing schedule. i shower aboutt mid day now, allowing myself as much time as possible to get out of hte house after sleeping until my usual noontime wakeup call. i walk in filth and grizzled unwashedness until 4 or pm at which time i return home to bathe. the Lysol THICK WIPES come in handy since they basically serve as my shower. i THICKLY WIPE my face with the Lysol wipes and comb my hair with a wettened comb, giving myself a poor man’s shower. this ritual might be listed in the White Trash Cookbook or similar redneck manifesti.
