Woke up Saturday to catch 10:40am plane. Missed due to lateness. First time in my life. Turned out fortuitous: said flight routed through Chicago, which was, at that time, on the verge of Winter Wonderland. Got airline to give me a new flight. Also routed through Chicago. Got another flight, this time through Vegas. Waited around trying to read William James’s The Variety of Religious Experience. Total failure, only 3 hours sleep. Encountered Barrington ex-pat on the plane. She slept on me. We’re hanging out soon.
Twelve hours later, Rhode Island, mi amor. Tried waking up early, failed miserably. Can’t remember what I did other than watch Miami Vice remake. Terrible film, also awesome. Colin Farrell stalking like a retarded bull, or a waiting butler. Somewhere I re-read the entirety of Michael Chabon’s Wonder Boys. Next day, went and saw parochial school K thru 8 Christmas recital. Nice. Confident I am the only audience member to have co-written a youthful piece of reporting on the Church of Satan. Began re-reading Exile by Blake Nelson. Original assessment remains sadly true: very close to my own autobiography, had I written it 2 1/2 years ago. Weird lesbian teenage scribbles on my copy still heart-rending.
Returned to New York. Bus two hours late. Immediate rise of psychic energy crossing the 3rd Avenue Bronx bridge. Hey white boy, what you doing up town? Lexington One Two Five, Port Authority, Q Train, Union Square: home. Found boy poet & film-maker Jason Tallon. He’s dressed like a Swiss Banker Vampire. Went to Around the Clock. Ate. Tried to call Sam Tregar, denizen of Astor Place. His tooth hurts, he’s in Westchester. Returned, ingloriously, to the L Train & went to Williamsburg. Interesting. Not feeling like home. Dumped luggage. Wrote Important Email.
Took L train to Bedford Ave to find other film-maker, Fritz Donnelly. Tending bar in a hovel on Kent. Latino death metal bands, full makeup. Went and saw huge art collection in former bakery. Walked back up Metropolitan. Hana Foods. Back to apartment. Watched boy poet take two hours to set up projector. Played GOD OF WAR 2. Stupid Zeus. Sleep.
