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I’m so glad I went to the panel. It was so good I was furiously taking notes and trying to listen at the same time. I wanted to go up to the panelists afterwards, but I was too tired and sniffley and my nose was too red for meeting people.

8 Hours Later … I wrote the above then noticed I was late for work and ran out the door. And now I have to feed cats, pill cats, shower, meet someone for dinner. No time for anything it seems. More about the panel tomorrow, hopefully.

Isn’t the world pretty at night, though? I took that picture heading home after the panel. Doesn’t it make you think of the movie Cinema Paradiso?

I’m already late for work, I have to run. This is a view from my publisher’s office. I have things to say about my new publisher, but later!! I’m sick as a dog on my birthday! So no fair. All the things I planned for my two days off I had to postpone. So next week will have to be my pampering week. Which is fine!

Dark, narrow, alleys. If I see one I must walk down it. The area where I’m working is all alleys, except I’m always rushed, so I’ve been reduced to taking a quick shot and moving on.

Someday I will have an apartment in an alley, that has a stream … and trees … and possums.

This is a shot of the Grace Church Choir from 1958. This is not the kind of choir I sing in. This is a church choir and the Grace Church Choral Society is a community chorus. (We don’t have to be a member of any church or faith.)

I guess it’s not the most interesting shot in the world, but I like to look at the faces. See close-up below.

Unlike a lot of research I do, many of these people are probably still with us. I wonder if they all have copies of this photograph? I can send a copy of the scan to any of them if they happen to stop by.

I’m going to try to find out what happened to the choir boys from when the church first went from a professional chorus to a volunteer choir. None of those boys will be alive, however. This happened at the turn of the last century. Ha! I remember when I used to be able to say “the turn of the century,” but now I always have to say the turn of the “last” century because I’ve been alive in two!

I’m lazing about, watching Wall Street. I think I’m coming down with the cold that so many people have at the Census. Damnit. This is my birthday week!!

I took these pictures last summer, to prove how green 11th Street is. That reminds me, some people at the Census today were saying that women like the women from Sex and the City didn’t exist in New York. It’s not true. I can’t say about now, I’m not part of the nightlife anymore. But there were lots of women like that. They were perhaps not so … soft. They were harder. Like Candace Bushnell herself. They seemed harder, in any case. I don’t really mean that in a bad way. They were just less fairytale.

But that world existed. It wasn’t my world, but I passed it by from time to time. At an opening at the Met, in whatever bar was happening at the time (and someone dragged me to). There’s a million worlds in Manhattan, some of them like that, some a little like that, many nothing like that. They’re all real, all simultaneous. What was I doing? Oh yeah, going to grad school at night, then starting a business. I stopped partying pretty early.

But back to lovely 11th Street.