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SLEEPING IN CENTRAL PARK
Tuesday / 31 July '01
Hour we arose Sunday morning: 3:15am
Time we arrived to the West side of Central Park to queue up for tickets to Public Theatre's The Seagull by Chekov, as adapted by Tom Stoppard and directed by Mike Nichols, starring Philip Seymour Hoffman, Kevin Kline, Meryl Streep, Christopher Walken, Marcia Gay Harden, Natalie Portman, John Goodman etc: 4:20 am
Number of people who were already in line in front of us at that hour: 97
Number of people in our group / number of tickets we could get: 3 / 6 (2 each)
Ratio of people in our party to number of thermoses of coffee we drank: 1:1
Number of krispy kreme donuts we consumed: 6
Minutes it took to consume said donuts: 2
Hour they allowed us into Central Park to continue our waiting for a chance to get tickets: 5:30 am
Hour they hand out tickets to the lucky people who actually get them: 1:00 pm
Number of people we saw cutting in line in front of us: 4
Hours the enormous drunk guy slept like a baby on the lawn snoring loudly: 5
Number of squirrels to fall out of a tree near us: 1
Hour that the first people in line arrived in the park to queue up: 10:00 pm previous night
Number of books I read while waiting: 0
Total number of hours we waited in line for the tickets: 9
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It was worth it all... the waiting, the fact that I'm still trying to catch up on sleep, the fantasies I had of curling up on the couch which was part of the set during the play's second act. The play was a comedy, yet deeply sad, very tragic, beautiful. Jan (mom) was visiting, and we were able to get enough tickets for her, ourselves, and her travel friends Bonnie and Peggie.
FULL BODY MASSAGE
Wednesday / 25 July '01
Speaking of journals:1000 Journals looks incredible.
Two nights in a row: dreams of snow. And cars. Cars in snow. On the hottest day of the summer, what does dreaming of snow mean? Just a reaction to the heat? My gut tells me non! It's much, much more than that... but what?
In each dream, I realize there's snow everywhere... and then I get into a car.
First night: Car is identical to ex-boyfriend's. I get into car alone, in drivers' seat. Car spins out of control immediately on a small decline as i pull into parking lot. Car sliding on fresh snow. Parkinglot is thankfully empty except for ambulance, being shovelled out. Car keeps spinning while I try unsuccessfully to steer, seeing the mall surrounding the parking lot spinning before me in fast spirals through the windshield. In a split second I see someone point to the left, directing me to steer my wheels that way. Doesn't help. Still spinning. Avoiding running into mall. Car finally comes to gradual stop in a narrow alley as I exit the parking lot.
Second night: The car is a beater, and I'm in San Diego on an extended layover from a flight I'm supposed to be taking to Africa. I comment that San Diego seems like a nice town, it's beautiful and sunny, but snow everywhere, and I get into this beater car which is supposed to be a cab. It's navy blue, and I cannot pull the door closed, from the passenger seat side. I keep trying and trying, slamming and slamming the door as the driver is pulling away, taking us to a chain restaurant ... finally with my hardest yank I get the door shut.
Sleeps Dream Dictionary analizes snow this way:
CARS: If you dream of a railroad car, or a cable car your dreams of being rich will always be dreams, but your income should be adequate for your lifestyle. See automobile.
okay... that makes some sense although kind of cramps my style with the snow definition.. so i'm going for autmobile, since that's what they really were...
But, there was so much more to the dream, that might be more worthy of analysis (Oh go on, you're saying...)
Then: the car. I left the arabic hidout safe-haven, i had to go somewhere. i got into a car alone, a red stationwagon, identical to the one john my exboyfriend had left here when he moved away from nyc. i understood that i had already sold that car, so this wasn't the 'actual car' but i was confused as to why i had a replica of that old car.... maybe it was his cousins' or something. so i get in... and as i head out to drive (where am i going?) i have to go through a large parking lot. it's an empty mall lot. no other cars there, save an ambulance parked on the edge, near a building of the 'mall'... there is snow everwhere... a light fresh layer of white snow on everything. it isn't snowing now though. i see two employees of the 'ambulance service' cleaning up things around the ambulance... shovelling snow. first i wondered what they were doing up, out at this hour.. nobody else seemed to be around. Then i realized , they are the ambulance service. they always need to be prepared. even in this weather. as i drive into the lot, i have to go through a slight steep decline, and i immediately build up speed... it's so slippery from the snow, and at first i think oh its fun, i'll do a donut or two then the car will stop. But No, I am speeding forward out of control!!! i try stepping gingerly on the breaks. but i swerve. so i steer into it. no, i steer against it. i pump the breaks. i try everything.... the car keeps spinning, speeding, not slowing down at all.... i see out the windshield the mall zooming by in a spiral. i get a glimpse of a person sitting on a chair outside a store or building, and i see him point and gesture/point his thumb to the left, i had been rotating the wheel to the right. so i switched my steering, hoping this was the answer. it didn't really help, as i was still spinning out of control, so fast... sometimes getting near the buildings, then veering, steering, breaking enough to get away and out, back into the middle of the lot. Then ifinally find that i am speeding out of the lot, down an alley, and the car slowly seems like it's going to come to a stop. and i realzie that i'll be okay.... the car is finally slowing down. i knew it was bound to happen eventually.
Tuesday / 24 July '01.
I'M SORRY I HAVEN'T CALLED YOU YET.
SORRY I MISSED YOUR PICNIC
I REGRET THAT I HAVEN'T YET CALLED YOU TO APOLOGIZE FOR MISSING YOUR PARTY.
SORRY WE PLAYED PHONE TAG WHILE I WAS IN TOWN, OH SO BRIEFLY.
I HAVE MANAGED TO LOSE YOUR PHONE NUMBER.
HAPPY 35TH BIRTHDAY TODAY...UHM YOUR CARD MIGHT BE A LITTLE LATE.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TOMORROW... 32. NICE. SORRY... WHAT'S YOUR ADDRESS AGAIN?
SORRY I MISSED YOU WHILE YOU WERE BRIEFLY IN TOWN
SORRY I'M OUT OF TOILET PAPER
SORRY I HAVE TO LEAVE EARLY
SORRY I ARRIVED LATE
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[click image for big version] Briget Jones reader on the L platform late at night after the Tortoise show, which we didn't even enjoy very much.
[click image for big version] Reader of Liz Smith on the L train.
[click image for big version] At some Conde Nast gig... Mrs. Doubtfire?
I got some thing from some folks...
+ the BFG
+ Krissy's Blog is good
+ Luke Holder