here today

 

new york new york

tomorrow I leave for my interview in southern CA and I'm still spinning from the smells, the sounds, the energy of manhattan.  we stayed in the village where the people are beautiful and the streets wind around and maps are useless but I didn't care because I was born without a sense of direction anyhow so I tend to wander around even my own city until I recognize something or someone and then I smile and go about my business.

I don't mind getting lost I tell people.  I was born lost and what does lost mean anyhow.

on the subway ride to hear Chris Potter and his tentet play gorgeous but I must admit a little boring melodies, a woman let everyone know that they could dip her in sauce.  She had a rap street poem all about it, hat down over her face, expensive purse, crazy but in some ways more musically interesting than the jazz we would hear later.  Next to her two women bemoaned the new addition to their office staff.  Where're we gonna put her? they asked.  There's no place for her.  Didn't even know she was coming.  Didn't even know. 

so the subway ride went like this:

(brooklyn accent) Where're we gonna put her?
(crazy lady with hat)  I'm like a chicken wing need some sauce
(brooklyn) didn't even know. she just showed up this morning eight o'clock.
(crazy)  barbeque's the best but tandoori will do in a pinch.  pinch me.
(brooklyn) Stan never tells nobody nothing then I spend my lunch hour - my lunch hour! cleaning out that cube we've been using for storage on the sixth floor you know the cube.
(crazy) barbeque sauce.
(crazy) just cover me in sauce.

back in portland and our grass comes up to my knees.  Lucy hides in it like a lion and I'm waiting to cut it because after new york any kind of greenery gives me some peace.

so yeah.  wish me luck.

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