My parents and brother will be in New York this weekend. My dad's putting together a concert on Saturday at Issue Project Room in Brooklyn. I'll be doing a small spoken word part in one of the pieces. It's at 8, and I think it costs $10. It'll be nice, you should come.
Bad week. Head cold persistent; general unpleasantness. Several days of brutality at work. But an amazing lunch today. Whenever I see foie gras on the menu, I think of Richard Grayson describing an educational video he was shown as a child that explained how foie gras was made by force-feeding geese. "They love it!" his teacher said. (Richard, am I remembering this right?) One thing we had was bacon-miso soup, which was delicious.
I was going to see Be Kind Rewind today but my friend saw it last night and walked out. I ran into my ex-girlfriend from college, who worked on Be Kind, yesterday morning. Unexpected, weird.
I'm writing a short story, might throw it away. Midnight Picnic, done; my gratitude to the friends who read it.