Had to pedal hard from the house to the station this morning. Did it under 5 min but that's too close.
Upon reaching Penn, even with a pre-journey expulsion of sun-colored liquid toxins, I made it downtown in 20. Stopped at practically no lights and I've gotten my timing down at this point.
Still no Ipod, so I had 2 songs in my head that don't go well together:
1. "Last Temptation" by Twilight Singers
2. "Where Have All the Good Times Gone?" by Van Halen
Why was I hearing these songs above all? I can't really explain #1. This isn't the season to be thinking of it nor to be in the mood for it. According to Itunes I haven't listened to it in 5 months.
#2 is one of those "follow the trail" answers -- The song is originally written by the Kinks (methinks) and while reading Perec's "A Void" during the morning commute there was a description containing several "kinks." I used to listen to this song all the time when I was writing a family comedy screenplay (that is now somewhat prophetic) about my grandparents called "Go Grandpa, Go!" One night last year, a group of snooty Manhattanites met and hated the first act, and then asked me not to return to their precious literary group. In my mind they all fell down a manhole later that night after smoking hash and never resurfaced. No funeral services have been held as their whereabouts are still unknown, but no one's looking for them, either. The cashiers at Strand bookstore pay people not to look for them.
As I looked west at the nice lawns which the Parks & Rec folks have created & maintained, I see vagabonds sleeping. Save for the probable and likely, typical, itching that could come from ground slumber it actually seems like a good spot to pass out.
Pretty uneventful ride today, as there weren't an abundance of gawkers near the WTC. Better that way -- I am pretty resentful that they've put the rebuilding effort up for public display.
Thank you for reading.
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