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i have to stand at the foot of my bed to open my window, and tonight as i did it, it might've been that the sarong tucked into the window blocked the view below it, but the moon popped into view in a way that i rarely see. i hardly look at the sky in new york at all, and only a little more at the tops of buildings—most of my attention is directed at people and whatever's in front of me or at my feet. it's at half mast, almost getting its crescent on, and even when you're looking at it over a tenemant building it's powerful.
today at church the rector giving the sermon talked about taking in the body of Christ, more than just ingestion—on a cellular level. i love that that word can still be used that way.
brunch was one of those nice occasions when you get to introduce friends who quickly hit it off and likely will become friends independent. then sitting in the park with them reading the paper, but differently from last week, a dj was spinning, so people were everywhere and drum 'n bass too. then soccer in another park–a whole day of parks, the way a spring day should freaking be–then my new addiction and finally home with the moon, some burgeoning insecurities about a certain boy, and radiohead. somehow those things are going hand in hand.
did i mention that i woke up to this cd yesterday? that too.
posted April 29, 2001 in delivery, music, speech. 2004