Archive for January, 2008
Thank you, Al Gore
Tomorrow I visit a new psychiatrist whose office is right around the corner from the apartment. (In case you’re tuning in for the first time, you should know that my bipolar disorder – first diagnosed in 1994 when I started claiming to those who would listen that I was Jesus come in the flesh a […]
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Sunrise
Sunrise isn’t for another 27 minutes – the background to the framed window looking over the courtyard from where I sit in the living room is black and shapeless, void of any detail, emotionless – yet a morning dove calls, which I have not heard before from this apartment. Is it lost? Does it have […]
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Evening vignette #2
A man – or woman, I really couldn’t tell – dark, toothless and smooth-skinned, boarded the downtown N train at 34th, where I boarded also to go to SoHo to look for a way-too-expensive but oh-so-stylish sofa. S/he started to sing, and the notes came out smooth and clear, perhaps because of the lack of choppers. S/he […]
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I go for the preachin’
I was supposed to meet my colleague Sonja at Amy Ruth’s, a restaurant off of Lenox on 116th Street in Harlem and apparently about 50 yards off the #2 or #3 train. Instead, I took the #1 train, thinking the local would get me there just as well, and got off at 116th and Broadway, bordering […]
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A special place
Carter remembers Point O’ Woods and how he used to ask me to pull him and his brother Bennett (Teak wasn’t born yet) in the wagon to the “special place,” as he called it. The “special place” was the northern tip of the berm that ran along the bay side of the community. The berm was […]
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