It was an early Saturday morning. I was going to do the Spring Fling ride, but my crew kinda fell through and it’s cold and rainy. I was up, though, and so were a pack of poets in Brooklyn.
Despite what she may have feared, Jules will never look like a man to me. We also have similarly colored bedspreads, despite our distance.
Mathias got a little bit animated when we started discussing what train I should take to come over for breakfast. The I-80 isn’t running express today. Then I made the first joke in history to combine big ups, Atlas, and Ayn Rand. It happened because I was illustrating all the mess I would be bringing with me to breakfast.
Mathias went to start assembling breakfast with Heather Green, and Cindy King showed up. We made lots of stump faces. Teeth, they’re bitey.
Once I decided that the trek to Sunset Park was just too far south in Brooklyn, I found some more local fare with Conrad at Tina’s, aka the Nascar cafe. I forgot my camera, though, so you’ll just have to imagine how awesome it was. Afterward, we stopped at Cultiva for some excellent espresso and a few DVD purchases for me. It’s going to be harder to motivate toward editing now that I have one of my broadcast monitors set up in the bedroom and One Day in September, Mi Vida Loca, Far From Heaven, and High Fidelity (yeah, ok, one guilty pleasure) to watch.