shmoozy, boozy.

attended to different shmooze-fests last night. two! lots of literati. ended up at my favorite piano bar.

there were some minor hilarities at play. involving air-born shoes and whatnot. i perhaps should have gone easier on the martinis.

(did i mention that the booze was free?) in other happenings, my apartment is back under my control. ha! and i'm off to the berkshires for the weekend.

chug chug.

along.

things about which i am confused:
- underpass versus overpass.
- watts versus volts.
- gulch versus gully. (i should admit that this is a.'s and not mine. but it confuses me as well.)

inscription in fort tryon park:
For Hilde Oldenburg
A relentless weeder
in the heather garden.

musketeer, wild west, dali.

i am in awe. check out the facial hair.

interiors, awry.

there is a reason for the lag-time.
let's just say that i have, in a very unpleasant manner, lost control over my living situation. and my sleep.

one mitigation: i made my first black-and-white prints today. made! as with invisible ink! i had to leave them to dry in the photo lab. in the photo lab, i feel a bit like an imposter who has shown up to orchestra rehearsal with a tin-whistle and the sheet music for "hot cross buns." and have i mentioned that everyone in the orchestra is younger than me? nonetheless, i have some objects, and they have lights and lines and i am amazed.

refractions.

new:
- glasses.
- blinds.
- photo class.

wonderous:
- i cooked a whole chicken.
- the sigur rós concert last night.

autumn scent.

back to it. excellent chaos.
small thought:
salinger's perception of sibling relationships is accurate and lovely, at least in my experience of them.

exhibitionism + hesitancy = clickclick.

various voyeurisms. (brother #2 and myself below. click to enlarge.)

coved.

four ferry trips, one hotel, seven campsites, one elderly couple's home (and an episode of canadian idol), some-odd tanks of gas, some-odd miles, some grief (in memoriam, adored teacher), and one mostly-working van later, i have returned to new york.

re-discovered loves:
- sleeping in the van.
- driving.
- camping.
- whales (and seals and porpoises and hikes and lobster and mussels and chowder and scallops and . . .)
- rock-collecting.

spectacular:
- mud flats at fundy national park and the hopewell rocks.
- whale-watching off of grand manan island.
- lobster dinner in the basement of a church in prince edward island.
- dulse, a seaweed-snack.

obligatory superlative-laden sights, viewed:
- world's longest covered bridge (hartland, new brunswick. the accompanying pamphlet contains an extraordinary piece of travel writing entitled the legend of sal, the famous flying salmon).
- world's longest bridge (connecting new brunswick to prince edward island).
- world's biggest lobster (a sculpture in shediac, new brunswick).

giggle-snort:
- brit-bird man.
- drinking canadian beer at a spectacular campsite in cape breton (complete with out-houses) and the resulting picture that brother #2 would not let brother #1 and i save.
- magnetic hill (canada's third-largest tourist attraction? oh dear. "that is not a good prize.")

latest life-plan:
- buy a motorcycle and a tent and drive.

so, yes, alright, i know that everyone who actually glances at this site already knows what i look like. i break down. i'll post some photos.