butterfly
i woke up hearing this song, the original by roberta flack. i downloaded it from audiogalaxy as soon as i got to work, and then listened to this song, the remake by d'angelo. i love this song so much, it hurts.
in between then, i looked at art with some friends, running into a fellow obie showing chelsea to his mom. he's back in school, this time at columbia, and we predicted that there was about to be an onslaught of our classmates returning to the student life. it's starting to feel like it's time, but how much of that (in myself, at least) is due to nasdaq and not some urgency to learn?
made my way down 8th avenue to work. could see nunokawa's living room from 16th and 8th, so i rang him up and said hello as i walked him to the laundromat. left on bleecker, passing by claudia's apartment. called her and she had just stepped out, a few blocks down the street from where i was. we walked to houston and mercer together, talking about how our office has taken a turn for the worse, and a lot of our (for her, former) colleagues with it. coded for a good six hours, made plans for tonight with friends (birthday party at wonderbar for brandon, dinner at daily chow with lapo, homocorps at cbgb's with lapo, paulie, and maybe frank, party on ridge street with jami), and, incited by jami, briefly debated buying clothes for myself. all of these run-ins with friends and social outings are good for me right now—i feel all full of pleasantly unfocused love and guarded optimism and the growing drive to leave town (vacation coming up, any ideas, anyone?), plus the sun's finally coming out and sticking around later in the day.
posted March 10, 2001 in delivery, music