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                                              January  3, 2007
                                              February 9, 2007
New York in winter is all
gray tree branches and dark
stone, but here and there                I've got this feeling
a fire escape sparkles with              that there's a lot to
strands of colored lights.               be said, a lot that's
                                         worth writing, and now
   Staying in a place by the             is when it should be
   Marcy Ave stop, the trains            done before it all
   on the el bother us not at            fades from memory.
   all... but the store across
   the street has put some               Don't know where to begin.
   kids to work advertising
   New Year's horns.                     Shall I parade the places we went,
                                         the events attented
      This trip we spend                 the people we saw?
      more time off of
      Bedford strip,                            And so, I postponed
      looking around the                        the task a month, so
      odd backstreets.                          only the highlights
                                                remain.
         Site specific art: plastic
         bags collected and attached           But then, I have
         to a chainlink fence facing           my Notes as always.
         the river: a mosaic of
         windsocks.




 Out for breakfest at
 a small place down under the
 Williamsburg bridge: "Pies            We walk down an alley,
 and Thighs", tucked away in           between two small
 the back of the "Rock Star Bar":      factories, to look at
 A gray concrete hole-in-the-wall      the waterfront.
 wtih an absurdly good style of
 post-hippie-hipster food.                 A chinese dragon
 I order the "hash", which is a            statutte stands
 facinating pile of miscellanious          on a small pylon.
 meats -- leftovers from other
 dishes, I presume.                        A Hasid hides
                                           around the corner
                                           and flips through
                                           a stack of polaroids.
     Moto: a narrow wedge
     shape cafe/bar with
     mediterranean cusine.
     A small jazz band plays
     something like ragtime,
     set-up just inside the
     front door on the point
     of the wedge.  Dark,         Returning to the Bay Area,
     exposed brick walls,         I go to a "KZSU reuninon",
     barred windows under the     a friend is now living off
     el tracks... the story       in Williasmburg... when his
     goes that this was once      wife hears where we were
     a speakeasy, and we don't    staying, she immediately
     doubt it.                    begins telling me about
                                  Moto... explaining that
                                  they had gone there "when
                                  they were courting".


  Walking across the Williamsburg
  bridge... a view of the empire
  state building lined up between the
  two towers of the sugar factory on                The Bedford Street
  the river, a steep diagonal chute                 strip is much the
  running between them.                             same, though sadly
                                                    The Fixx is gone,
                                                    or at least radically
                              EAST_OF_THE_EAST      scaled back into
                                                    a record store.
                            There's a new,
                            really good,            We spent some time at
                            vegan-asian place.      the respectable
                                                    "Reader's" cafe.

                                           The Form Fit Custom Girdle Factory
                                           (aka "hipster shopping mall")
                (January 14, 2007)         had only changed only slightly

  The place at Marcy Ave is a                        (Without thinking about
  sublet (all praise craigslist):                    it, I ordered *another*
  an excellent little apartment,                     Soy Latte, which I see is
  complete with stero, DSL line,                     what I was drinking there
  and a pair of cats:                                several years ago. It's
                                                     not my usual, but some
  The older white male                               quirk of environment
  Bowie and the young                                (menu layout?) steered
  black female Iman.      This sinuous little        me into the same groove.
                          beast won't leave
  The apartment           leave me alone:
  leaves me with
  the funny                    Dangerbaby
  impression                   accuses:
  that it's                    "You little
  set-up like a                hussy!"
  movie set for
  an artist's
  pad...
                             A small place on Grand St,
  Or maybe it's              open late (Royale Records,
  just me being              I think).  I look for excuses
  hyped up about             to buy things, and pick up
  "authenticity".            some George Antheil vinyl
                             and a few zines, including
                             Cometbus #50.

                                                  A cover story in
                                                  Comet Bus: "New York
                                                  Bookstore Round-up",
                                                  which I read through
                                                  immediately.

                                                  I almost tossed it aside
                                                  after an inane Dave Eggers
                                                  dig (the new Gotham
                                EGGING_ON         bookstore "reeks of
                                                  privilege and McSweeny's"),
                                                  but luckily I persevered
                                                  and learned of "The Thing",
                                                  up in Greenpoint...

                    "The Thing" is seriously            We stalk up the
                    packed, definitely a                main drag of
While I was         place to go looking for             Greenpoint, in
there, a            vinyl, but I end up                 a hurry lest we
group of            jockeying for space at the          miss the Things
six, six            mystery/sf shelves,                 closing hour...
foot tall           fighting for access with
black men           a gray haired lady who              The sheer quantity
entered the         seems to be after Andre             of stuff in New York
store and           Norton books.                       overwhelms: this is
very seriously                                          an authentic
walked single-         (I already had a stack           neighborhood,
file into              of Andre Norton Ace              a pre-car holdover.
the tiny               Double's stashed in my           Like San Francisco's
vinyl room             luggage, checked out             Mission Street, but
in the back,           of the old Brenner               it runs on for miles,
where they             collection.)                     and it's no the only
immediately                                             such strip.
began a                 I settle on the two
careful                 volume set "The Rivals
examination             of Sherlock Holmes",
of the vinyl.           facimiles from the
                        Strand and the like.
Without a
doubt:                     I wince at the thought
Turntablists,              of adding this much
                           weight to the luggage,
  Supposedly               but if it has to be...
  there's a stash
  of vinyl down
  in the basement
  as well: I had
  no time to
  look.  And I
  was warned
  to skip the
  idea of flying
  out of town in
  a few days if
  I got started
  down there.


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