A three-posting day, assuming I actually post this. Feeling better, even if it feels a little like I have just been on fire inside. At the Windmill Garden now, where they have actually put in a real windmill. Well, it looks real but I guess the wheel would be turning now if it was real functioning device, since it is quite windy.
The homeless people are sitting by my preferred table, smoking cigarettes and maybe pot. The gardener is talking them up, giving them weather forecasts for the next few days.
As he heads out for the day the gardener waved and said hi to me. Seems like a jolly bloke.
Maybe I’ll be able to focus a little better after the panic pill settles all the way in. Seemed to work faster than usual this time, though I took a whole pill and not a half. I don’t remember what I did last time. I am supposed to get an annual check up sometime soon, so I should stay off the sauce anyway, even if that feels like cheating so that I’ll get a clean bill of health. Last time’s bloodwork was A+, but I had been sober for 3 weeks. I celebrated my clean bill of health by drinking heavily that night. It’s amazing how my tolerance goes down so fast, even after just a few days. But after a few weeks it took some getting used to even putting the toxins of alcohol into my system. It felt poison, which of course it is.
There is this weird dating app I just found, where it shows you people who are nearby to you. It’s too bad it’s a dating app because I just find it interesting to know who is around. When I was in FLushing yesterday I turned on that app and, surprise surprise, all the nearby people were Asian, every last one of them. Around AsLIC it tends to be a pretty broad mix, from 50+ year old Dominicans to 20-something white people.
It reminds me of my idea for an app that alerts you when you are near someone with an interest in a specific subject matter. I might talk to almost anyone about payphones, or Lubomyr Melnyk, or Kaikhosru Sorabji. A hyper-specialized app for connecting very niche interests. But this one is set up as a dating app, meaning few people will actually connect. That’s as it would be for the hyper-specialized app, with even fewer connections made.
Man, it is 7:30 and I am at the Windmill. This is not my normal sort of routine. But, where else to go? What else to do? Hop a bus to Flushing again? Or maybe Williamsburg. An e-mail conversation last night led to discussion of how waspy and white Williamsburg has become. This might have been in response to me saying as much about Carroll Gardens. Williamsburg is not just hipsters but families of 4 and all the screaming babies and public diaper changing that comes with that. I happen to know someone who with his wife and two kids contributed to that evolution of Williamsburg from hipster enclave to family central.
Hoping there will be sleep tonight. Get to fire up my sober tablet, which I use to play AlphaBetty until I can’t stay awake. And I listen to the BBC4, or the BBC4 Extra.
Aha, lookit that, the windmill is turning! Very impressive.
