I'm standing by the window in my parents' apartment's kitchen, because that's where the best wireless comes in, from the airshaft. Thanks to DMc, I just downloaded Macstumbler, a handy freeware that tells you which of the 5 wireless networks you can get is unprotected and has the best signal. Very handy.
Went to a couple of art openings today for Lisa's book, and because we know some of the people. Tomorrow is my umpty-umpth high school reunion. Funny to see who we all turned into. A surprising number of them became art dealers, particularly Matthew Marks and, of course, Marc Glimcher.
New York is nicer than it's ever been. A bunch of people offered other people seats on the bus. A woman actually gave us her cab when she saw we had a toddler in a stroller. When New York's at its best, it's a gigantic village.
I'm grumpy because I'm not writing. I'm Being a Writer, which involves a lot of phone calls and refining pitches and keeping after my agents and schmoozing producers and directors, and even tinkering with
Gone to Soldiers, but isn't what makes me happy, which is coming up with fresh stuff. I'm jonesing for writing pages. Hopefully something will come through soon. In the mean time, Reunion Weekend.