Staying close to home today, staying away from the Pope, though I really liked what I heard of his speech to Congress. I thought of a last-minute dash to get to something he’s doing here but it sounds booked solid and, on account of 9/11, probably an orgiastic security presence. 

Realizing as this day trickled along that I’ve done a shit ton of writing the last couple of weeks. Feeling that muscle limber up and get back in shape. Wrote out a summary of what I said in that video from the new columbarium, and wrote what amounted to several paragraphs introducing a sweet poem by … crap, can’t remember his name offhand. hah.

I think I’m near a point where I could integrate Sorabji.MOBI with Sorabji.NYC while keeping .MOBI off the search engine indexes. That’s been a driving reason behind keeping it a separate site, a separate WordPress install, but it’s gotten kinda old and progressively more annoying to maintain. To keep this .MOBI stuff off the searchies I’d have to take the low road and use a plugin, versus coding something myself, but it’s cool. Seems like there would still be some possibility for something to slip through.

This is quite a noisy Starbucks. The Bose phones do something to squash it but not as much as in other places.

Really happy that the Trump Garden was among my first public space discoveries. I’m thinking there’s a story to be written around someone who tells people “I work at Trump Tower”, successfully impressing them with his prestige pedigree until it is revealed that he merely uses the public space and calls it his office. Trump Tower would maybe not be the best office building for such a lie, as you can work there as a gym instructor or a bartender — nothing wrong with that but the spirit of the story is that someone says he works at a particularly prestigious address and earns preliminary admiration from acquaintance on account of it. I guess if he says he works there as a writer that would tantalize a certain segment of his peers, as writing jobs don’t sound like they’d be too common in that tower.

I spent some time last night trying to figure out who exactly does live and work in that tower. Donald Trump occupies the top 3 floors, I read in some comment board that must be reliable since it is on the public Internet. Through my WHOIS search thingie I dug up the name of an Asian fellow who had an address on the 20th floor. He at one point owned over 100 domain names but seems to have let most of them go. I don’t know if he lived or just worked on the 20th floor, nor do I know where the offices end and the residences begin. Surely there is a resource out there that will tell me.

I also read in some comment that you can stay at the Trump as at a hotel, just a night or two if you want. I never heard that before.

Remembering soon after moving here, telling my mother how cool I thought it would be to have a job working at the Trump Tower. Her disdain was palpable, as she thought Trump was a pig. I never mentioned it again, though I probably had similar ambitions of working at other glamourous sounding buildings. 

I didn’t find much else on the who and what occupies the Trump Tower but I gave up trying after a while. Will look at floorplans later, a quick search shows there are plenty.

Listening to a robotic voice reading a story about Joan Didion and Donald Trump. I am not obsessed with Trump but he’s all over my radar lately. I’ve tried to warm up to Joan Didion but never made it happen. I thought the writing was just weak, though some of the sentiments and generalities are enviable for her getting to them first, or most popularly.

What I should do more of now that I’m writing more is read more. I read an interesting poem about the New Age characters who make no real sense in their actions. 

Did not intend to stay here long today, just wanted to get out. Going for bread and cheap London Broil at the Food Bazaar.