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.