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Lincoln Center was sponsoring Silent Disco at Gantry State Park in Long Island City this weekend, a free event. I went by myself. There were 2 DJs and you could switch between them on the headphones that were given to you as you entered the dance floor (in exchange for your license.) The green light on the headphones represented one DJ and the blue light represented the other. It was a bit awkward because there were very few green headphones lit up. The "popular" blue DJ was of course playing familiar pop songs. The green DJ was playing old school soul. I felt bad for the green DJ and kept my headphones green for awhile out of solidarity for the cool music he was playing, but eventually I succumbed too and switched to blue. It was just more fun to be in sync with the crowd. I took a break to get a coffee at the nearby cafe called COFFEED. I sat down at a table outside and went on FB. I was in the middle of responding to a post by Lisa Carver, about Neil You

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99 & Barry 9/5/14 show gets me lost in Amon Tobin. My left arm out of commission because I didn't pull up fast enough after diving into The Koch's pool. Extra inspiration though from a weekend of reconnecting with the brilliant personalities of Hakeem Oseni and Perry Hallinan, like a whirlwind of ground soil.

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A gentle but euphoric dance to Bolo Ram by Wah! after writing at Kickshaw in Astoria. Was going to dance to Liszt "Le Mal Du Pays" too because it centerpiece of Murakami novel I just finished, but brother Jeremy called and that was higher priority. From homesickness to home.

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In which the pictures do the talking (4000 word essay) Good morning world, bees into flowers, flowers into bees NY bagel Giant mushrooms in graveyard Random gratitude on the sidewalk

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Danced today w new nephew Anthony to Grateful Dead on vinyl in Koch country estate in Winchester VA. A soft but true dance. And then with Sofia, Isabella and Gabriella to Simon and Garfunkel. Just as it was starting to take off Mam said bed time. So instead I spent hours telling stories.  First story was Louie the Grouch who wanted to go to the garbaaaaje in Paris but Pierre the dog barked. The next night Louie brought Pierre a biscuit. Then the story about the red dog and yellow dog named catsup and mustard. One day they were at the park and it was really hot and catsup said to mustard hey we are hot dogs. Of course way more elaborate. 4 stories and they were still wide awake. We might as well have been dancing.