Goodbye Florent

I had a dream 2 nights ago. It was about my old apartment on Grove Street, which I used to dream about almost every night after having been in Denmark for a few months. This time I'm moving back in and I discover a new room that's been hidden behind a large Mexican rug. I'm so excited because not only am I back in the place where I hatched as an adult, but I have more space. And I'm still paying $500 a month.

By the time I left New York in April of 2001 the city had already shrunk in terms of art, culture and creative opportunity. After 8 years of Mayor Giuliani's chemotherapy on the city and Governor Pataki's tightening of rent laws, many of the artists and middle income families had been driven out to other boroughs or other states. The streets got clean, the crime moved out a little and the City lost a great deal of what made it the City.

By the time I left New York, Sex and the City was re-shaping a social atmosphere and creating a social elitism that went well with a decline of authenticity, a disappearance of art and a disdain for people who dared to have a real thought or worry.

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I wish I could relay a string of fond memories I have of you, but I was often there by sunrise after a long and muddy adventure throughout the city, having arrived there from any given point via taxi or by accelerated feet if I was in proximity. Or on the rare occasion I arrived by magic carpet. I remember your eggs Benedict. I remember grabbing ketchup from another table of drag queens who were sitting adjacent to young investment bankers. I can recall one exception when I came over for lunch, but it was long ago. I think it was with Heather.

I'm left with slow-motion 8mm theater-like memories based on Toulouse-Lautrec type scenes of an endangered culture.

Your rent increased. I'll never see you again. I wasn't really planning on it anyway, but I'm glad to read that you're going out with dignity.

what's going on here?

So...what's this about? Athena Pro Gel Sport pants. There seems to be a circle accentuating the genital area. When I saw this thumbnail on Google images I had to get a closer look. Why the circle? Then when enlarged I saw the protrusion that seems to go down to protect the vulva. Is that protective gear like a sports cup? Or maybe it's to keep the vulva from discomfort that comes with long bicycle tours. That makes sense. But why the circle. They seem to be no nonsense biking shorts with no fancy print or anything. Except for this circle. Is it a designer stripe, which encircles the region for no reason? Perhaps it's a shielded zipper that goes all the way to the back and when one needs the toilet it can just unzip without having to pull the shorts down. Hmm... I think I want jeans with a circle around my package. Just so I know where to find it when I need it. So I don't go looking in my pocket or under the desk or something.

In case you were wondering, my Google search word was Athena. Anyway have a good evening everyone.

Night Terror!

"Fassbinder!!! FASSBINDERRRRRR!!!!..." she screamed! At least that's what it sounded like. I don't think a 2 year old knows, as close as she lives to the German border, the filmmaker Ranier Werner Fassbinder. I was half asleep when it happened and apparently she was just screaming, "DADDYYYY". It's normal for a small child to have a nightmare on occasion or to just wake up and need reassurance. This time was strange and startling because the voice sounded more distant and when I went into the room the person behind the voice was not there.

I followed the voice downstairs and gasped when I discovered the door to the basement was wide open. I switched on the light and there was Tia Simone at the bottom of the stairs just standing there and wailing. My heart left my body before I saw her standing there as I thought of her at the bottom of the stairs NOT standing, but on the floor, or stuck, or fighting with one of the intruding cats that linger in every so often through the cat door.

Thank god she was just standing there. I took her up and put her in bed again. Then a couple of hours later she came running into our room. I think it's time to move the bed around again.

Here I am prepared to co-sign a lease for girls aged 2 and 5 while my wife, if she had the choice, would prolong their childhood indefinitely. Oh wait..you need money and good credit to co-sign. Better wait a while girls.

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