Dear Readers: Very blue today. Yesterday I got 2 hours sleep and I think of Karl who is homeless and how he struggles with getting sleep out on the street. Whom ever we are -- we all have our struggles; that is for certain.
As loyal readers know, I resisted Apple and I don't like the cookie cutter mega stores and I passionately fight for small businesses to exist here in NYC but throwing out my Dell and going Apple changed my life and for once I have technology and support to actually begin to learn, understand and utilze it.
I have a really "unairbrushed" reading of my story The Going with my thoughts about writing it and looking back 5 years after I wrote it -- with more shocking changes than I could have imagined. My character in the story died 9-11 but she doesn't know it and loves her neighborhood so much she continues on living in the East Village until she can "remember" but when I wrote this it was about the heart break of 9-11 and to date when I read my little short story I cry -- especially the last scene when the she has to stop and take a look at the neighborhood one last time...
I just had a one on one yesterday and learned how to put up art with the podcast. I put a lantern -- it is a green light that has been part of the history of the NYPD from the early settler days -- I believe -- and I loved the idea of a green light for many reasons -- green for "go" and she has to come term with "going" and the lantern for a beacon in the storm...for finding your way...for getting help in distress...and than there is a photo of me laying with my face next to my poem in Tompkins Square Park and my face has an (unflattering) silihoutte but I like it because evokes "ghost" or a shadow...and as you read the image turns from the green lantern I photographed from the entrance of the new 9th Precinct to the photo of me smiling...I am feeling very sad...and the story is sad but I am a compulsive smiler...smiling is a nervous twitch and in the story and in life even in the saddest of times I find compassion, kindness, good souls...makes me think of Charles Dicken's words..."It was the best of times, it was the worst of times.
"It was the best of times, it was the worst of times; it ws the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness; it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity; it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness; it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair; we had everything before us, we had nothing before us; we were all going directly to Heaven, we were all going the other way.
Charles Dickens, A Tale of Two Cities
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So part of me is embarassed that my first podcast is so "rough" but it is too exhausting at this time to clean it up and it feels good to have a messy or real non-airbrushed -- non-corporate perfectly packaged piece...or podcast.
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