subay book this week -

Zorba the Greek!

Vanessa gave it to me over the summer before she moved to somewhere too far away. she got it from her lover's mother....
More jubilant than Herman Hesse, less analytical, and more dancing
so far there are too many dog-ears to count!

American Analog set - Gone to Earth
Nickel Creek - all

I love bike porn.

Hi

Right now:
Drinking Argentinian yerba
wanting to write some poetry
Not sure if I have the concentration - which usually is the obstacle
Thinking about how I smell like gardenias
Thinking about the coin-like quality of love and loving and valentines day and the grand army plaza brooklyn mating ritual that I cater to every saturday.
Thinking about Rifle Recoil
Thinking about Rubalad
Thinking about New College
Thinking about people I used to talk to a lot, and thinking about starting to talk to people I used to know but never talked to a lot.
Thinking about how to not be socially awkward at a collaging party (??)
Thinking about looping pedals and tubas still
still thinking about gardenias.
Also thinking about how today was probably the latest that I've ever eaten breakfast in my life.
Thinking about how great I feel about that.
Thinking about how not-great I feel about not running.
Thinking about how I don't want to think about Rifle Recoil anymore. Or for a long time.
Thinking about how this is all stupid because no one will know what I'm talking about with all of these references.
Oh and also thinking about how much I'm sick of having no doubleyou, s, x or two or at keys - while the rest of the computer is flawless. (I have to go back and paste them in)

Another product of today's rumination: I remembered that If I ever have a male child that I'd want to name him Atom. Hmmm.

5th Saturday

6:25 PM Mental preparation begins
5:04 AM alarm set

Green spandex, blue jeans and black coffee all ready for that moment where night isn't yet day, but is somehow the morning. Who decided that?

Anyway, I decided to begin writing this because for some reason I really dislike writing in journals, but have a strange desire to record the events of my life right now. Not that there are any real exciting physical events, more just for the mental events/processes that are accompanying me through this post-collegiate, existential, transitional period.

A big part of this is my job for Lynnhaven goat farm, where I sell (amazing) goat cheese in the greenmarkets of NY. Tomorrow will mark the 5th time I will meet her in Union Square at 6:30, which thank god is actually included in the hours that the sun shines on. A few weeks ago, I actually met someone in Usquare who was still awake from the night before. That did a really interesting thing to my mind. I was pleased at the sense of continuity I felt. I have an affinity for continuities? ... and boundary dissipation in general. And bicycles. And nice boys who make friends with me in the first dark hour of Saturday.

Why did I move here? I ask myself this a lot, when I'm walking to the subway usually.... and then I get to the mezzanine at Union Square and hear a woman singing aretha franklin at 6 AM - and there's my answer. Or part of it at least.

So much to talk about today. Days off do that to me, every thought from the past week starts to exit the little memory bubbles and create recognizable and analyzable patterns in my brain.
So here, at green spandex.. I'll recount these workings, which I feel for the next week or two will have a lot to do with Zorba the Greek.