I’ve got a bit of spring fever, I must admit. I got a haircut on Saturday, and my stylist took a razor to it and now it is light and feathery on my head, and all I want to do is ride my bike around Brooklyn in the sunshine and let the wind blow, blow, blow on me. But also I want to take naps. I took like, two today. They were delicious.
Also this weekend I stayed up too late on Friday night and it was fun as hell, and then on Saturday night I got to play with Kate and Brendan and Rosie and Stefan. We had dinner in Fort Greene and then one stiff drink after. Topics discussed included (but were not limited to): Herzog, infidelity, dust storms, humiliation, book parties, soccer, macaroni and cheese recipes, and, of course, mortality. Whenever I see them it is as if I am accessing a gigantic brain and an even bigger heart and I always leave them a smarter and happier girl. I love them all so much it would be painful if only it didn’t feel so good.
Today I went to go see a space some friends of mine might turn into a restaurant and it was full of these antiques waiting to be sold. I could have taken pictures for hours and hours, every little knick-knack, every little corner, crumbling and dusty and dirty and lovely. There was one room in particular that vibrated with energy and when I looked back at the pictures it seemed even brighter and prettier than I remembered. If there’s any ghosts there, I’m sure they’re friendly ones.
I didn’t do any work all weekend. I read some, but I did not even take a note. Everything is work anyway, or could be, eventually. Everything gets processed. I’m just taking my time to get to the next place.
I say all this and yet…I can’t wait till I totally freak out because I don’t have at least 100 pages of a new book written yet. That’s going to be hilarious. Can we call June? July? How long till I start beating myself up?
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I have a couple of readings coming up this week and next.
April 17 -Brooklyn, NY
Dreamboat Fundraiser @ Goodbye Blue Monday, 6:30 PM
I intend on reading some dirty old story from my archives for this. Fun!
April 20 -Brooklyn, NY
The Greatest Three-Minute Food Stories @ Bar Matchless, 8 PM
Mr. Diamond requested I read a specific chapter from The Middlesteins, and so I shall. But it will be longer than three minutes. Just warning you.
