July 31, 2016
Is this the smartest thing I ever said?
July 29, 2016
I read all
[this is repurposed from a much longer & spectacularly bad work called "Sluts Like Us," by me & Alex Neil, with input from Lina Todd, dated 3/23/86]
July 28, 2016
Take a deep breath & let it out.
I believe people are good.
I believe they will come to their senses.
I believe most people want the best for others as well as themselves.
I believe they can see through a con man, liar, trigger-happy sociopath.
Even if (more…)
July 27, 2016
July 26, 2016
July 25, 2016
I used to walk around
but now I sit around
I used to lie around
but now I lie a lot
I used to tie my shoes
but now I wear star socks
I used to drive a car
but now I park my car
I used to have a cat
now I have a canary
I used to be a book
but now I am an exit
I used to be Boston
but now I’m Elizabeth
I used to be a shortstop
but now I’m underhanded
I used to be a Patsy
but now I’m Ruby
July 24, 2016
"Yeah, all she lost were her teeth."
July 22, 2016
I saw it & exchanged a look with a lady. So tragic!
There was one shoe under the bench.
July 21, 2016
A Wonderful Day
“loving them both so in a northern town”
Here is what happened on August 12: (more…)
July 20, 2016
Her legend arose because people no longer recognized a crucified long-haired man as Jesus and thought the pictures were of a martyred woman. The story (more…)
July 19, 2016
I assumed that if I sat on a bench on Second Avenue & St Mark's Place, someone I knew would come by.
First, Stu, who lives in (more…)
July 17, 2016
It's not all that unusual for people around town to stop me & admire my long silver-purple hair. Generally, though, it's an older man "I love when women don't dye their hair!") or women my age who lament their own too-short too-thin too-whatever hair.
This time it was a girl in her 20s. Not only that, a Crusty girl in her 20s. The Crusties (more…)
July 17, 2016
July 15, 2016
It was: purple & beflowered.
The lady said, (more…)
July 14, 2016
A different man's voice greeted me.
Panic: I simultaneously tried to make that voice be Johnny's & freaked out that he'd been once again hit by a car.
The man said he was at the bus stop on 2nd Avenue & 9th St, had found Johnny's iPhone, (more…)
July 13, 2016
We're so polite! she said, & then we both exaggerated it: After you! with sweeping bows.
Then came the pause where one decides whether to go on.
I lived in California for 8 years, she said. People smile big but it was "fuck you" behind your back.
I'm from the Midwest, I said: the origin of politeness.
New York is straightforward: we do it or we don't, but there's no honeyed tones & last-minute "my grandma died, can't follow through."
And that was that. We were pleased & then we were finished.
July 12, 2016
July 11, 2016
A fourth-generation Californian, he is originally from a well-to-do enclave in Oakland, where his writer-aunt Harriet Levy introduced Gertrude Stein to Alice B. Toklas. His mother's letters home from her year (1912) in Paris meeting Picasso, Matisse, among others, were (more…)
July 10, 2016
Maureen (& Johnny) grew up in Manhattan, on the Irish Upper East Side, and had almost never been to the West Side. This West Side, full of construction & tourists, is nothing like it was even 15 or 20 years ago, let alone more than 50 when she left, a young bride, getting started on having seven children in 10 years.
She & Mary are full of curiosity & appreciation—the best visitors you could hope for.
July 8, 2016
July 7, 2016
As my sister said, since when is a busted taillight a capital crime?
"When you're not white" seems to be the correct, & awful, answer.
Were the police always trigger-happy?
What do I do besides feel & express outrage, sorrow, fury?
Am I wanted as an ally? What does being an ally mean?
Friday Update: And then: Five cops killed by snipers, in Dallas, at a peaceful rally. Has everyone gone mad?
July 6, 2016
July 5, 2016
Excuse me, says a young woman who is seated at an outdoor café. Can I take your picture?
She gestures to my shirt, which reads:
What part of UFF DA don't you understand?
I see that shirt all the time in Slovenia, she goes on, but I never knew what it meant.
She doesn't have an accent.
My sister sends me a lot of gifts from the Scandinavian heritage shop in Fargo. I tell her uff da is Norwegian for oy vey, she snaps her photo, thanks me & I walk on, wondering about the Norwegians of Slovenia.
July 4, 2016
New York has much better fireworks, I'm sure, although (more…)
July 3, 2016
Let summer begin!
July 1, 2016