More Notes from the Underground

Just got back from a rambunctious walk with Molly who was the toast of the neighborhood. I bought her a new squeaky toy and she was walking with it in her mouth, walking and squeaking. People's eyes lit up when they saw her. It was such a funny sight, and very cute to boot. I went out last night with MT. We started at a Mexican restaurant on Smith Street, had a couple of Patron margaritas, then off to a new performance space/gallery opening called The Great Ganesh Experience.

Room after room filled with painters, performers, musicians, real chaos. They had good snacks and three dollar glasses of wine. In one room, two naked women stood high on pedestals, painted red and blue and yellow and green. The visual artists were drawing her, the musicians were jamming and improv-ing. After awhile I settled in a room with a woman who was wrapped up in bright scraps of fabric from head to toe, like a mummy. She was taking the same type of fabric and nailing it into the walls of the gallery until she had created a spider web around her.

MT and I took the F train back to Bergen, M continued on to the East Village. I got out and walked. Even with a bit of a hangover this morning, I felt happy again. The sun was shining, the temp was up to 60 degrees. I teach Monday and Tuesday then have a week and a half off for spring break and I have many plans. A new book proposal called Crazy Bitch. Looking at new apartments, and of course, the ever familiar search for a job. More optimism these days, back at the gym finally, and perhaps all will be well.