Seems like a long, pointless day, but I got some stuff done. I ended up in the microforms room at the NYPL, feeling like I was back in college researching a term paper. One visit to the library is enough to remind one that vast, vast swaths of knowledge and information are not to be found on the public Internet. My interest was the Village Voice and the New York Post, but I could not get the searchable index to work and neither could anyone else so i will have to try again. In the meantime I just took the opportunity to familiarize myself with those cranky old Canon microform readers, and for gits and shiggles I printed out a 1982 interview with Yoko Ono. Will try again Friday, I think, or maybe even tomorrow. Meeting David at 4 in Woodside, which is an express stop on the 7, which has a stop right under the NYPL.
Sitting at a bar. Dude next to me is making me nervous. I think he intentionally borked an order so as to get some free food. I bet he does not leave a tip.
Day started at Starbuck but ends at a bar. I find that being around people, even when they are decent enough to leave me the fuck alone, is better than being alone.
Looking at Venus Williams on the TV and thinking damn, that girl’s hot.
Wrote a half-decent poem today. Read some Ashbery and just marveled at the prolific career. He is still writing at 90 or so years of age.
Heard on the radio today that one of the oldest people in the world lives in Brooklyn. Rent controlled, I assume. hah. Read a thing about Donald Trump’s purchase and quick abdication of the Plaza Hotel. One of the footnotes of the story was an elderly woman who had a rent controlled unit and would not give it up. This woman stood between turning the place from a condo or whatever it was into a hotel. They cut her a deal where they moved her to a new apartment in the building where she paid no rent for life and got a free Steinway.
Yep, dude left what looks like a 45-cent tip after more deliberations about what he ordered versus what he got.
