Smoke
Went to the country side today w/ my land lady. Cute little place an hour north of NYC. The most exciting thing, though, was that we passed the garage from the film Smoke. The place where the kid sits and waits for his father for a whole afternoon, remember? It was exactly as in the movie. Veeery cool!
Yesterday, had dinner with Sahil and Clea, two new cool SIPA-friends, and Ellen (who’s also cool). This night Grethe and Morten had the pleasure of dining with me and for the second consecutive night I took advantage of the fact that one can embark in great sushi for less than $10 i this country!
So, classes start next week. Am a little ambivalent about Econ (am doing a math-test this weekend to establish whether I’m absolutely retarded in that regard). But especially conflict resolution should be great! Maybe after that course, I can settle and become a marriage-counselor…
Before classes start, tomorrow is devoted to the beautiful game of fodbold. Playing in the park with new SIPA-friends and listening to Brøndby beating the cr*p out of Odense on the radio! Can’t wait!
Today when I came up from the subway on 157th, my iPod (which was on shuffle) played ‘under the bridge’ for me, and though I think it was originallt intended for LA, I felt it right in the heart. Taken back to my teens, I felt a certain connection with this new city of mine. The city she loves me!
On that muscial note, I passed the Chelsea Hotel yesterday. Apparantly, when Leonard Cohen sings of a woman who’s “giving me head on the unmade bed, while the limousines wait in the street”, it is no other than Joni Mitchell he’s serenading about..!
Shalom Salaam