What else happened lately? Other than laundry, that is (yay, laundry). I went off antihistamines for a few days only to take one again yesterday when the bottom of my face swelled up. Today I seem to be OK.
I got my $600 from the government, but between the pricey (for me) pocketbook, books, DVDs, another theater club membership, and other items, I think I've already spent it.
I was back at MoMA the day after "Bullitt" to see "The Bourne Identity." It reminded me of "Michael Clayton" and turned out to be written by that movie's writer/director Tony Gilroy. Despite the violence, I liked the movie. I expected cars to explode a few times when they didn't, and thought the "disguised" girl (Franka Potente, who I mistakenly thought was Famke Janssen) looked exactly the same before and after. Also, they would have had to cross a border, so shouldn't they have been caught? Oh well, it's not good to think too much about action stories. MoMA also showed the rest of the trilogy, but I was busy those days. There's always Netflix, or maybe they'll do these again.
On Tuesday, Lisa Loeb was singing at B&N in Tribeca. This was a new store in a recently built-up neighborhood that felt non-New Yorky (I always say I'm so unfamiliar with downtown, it might as well be Philadelphia). I wandered around the store before seeing a mass of parked strollers indicating the performance area. She was promoting a "Camp Lisa" album for kids (with proceeds going to a charity camp) and the songs and audience were definitely on the juvenile side. A blogger posted pics. You can't see Lisa's belt made of red plastic hearts. I would have preferred her regular songs, but it's always fun to see someone famous in person. Afterward, I browsed a bit, failed to find a copy of the "Wordplay" book to display more prominently, and bought one discounted novel from my want list.
After the mini-concert, I went to the Times since the puzzles were ready early. This means I missed all the excitement Thursday when two different men climbed up the building. With a lattice of bars going up the side, this doesn't look all that hard to do.
On Wednesday evening, there were several competing events: a screening of "Kung Fu Panda" (there was also one Tuesday through the TV academy, but when I got the last-minute notice, correctly didn't think I could finish at the Times in time) and four bookstore readings: David Sedaris, Lynda Barry, Marie Brenner, and Stephanie Klein. I opted to hear Stephanie Klein promote "Moose: A Memoir of Fat Camp" at a very crowded Borders. I brought my ARC from the NYT bookshelf, but didn't stay to get it signed, eat chocolate refreshments, or tell the author, "I went to Barnard, too!" (24 years earlier).
On Friday, I had lunch with some puzzlers, including a few people I don't often see. Then walked 20 blocks uptown to take care of a small puzzle correction and print my book lists (have, wanted, non-NY Public Library wanted, and Bloomingdale Library wanted).
I had updated my book wishlist and copied it to trading sites so I'll be notified if anything comes available. I also wanted to have an up-to-date list to bring to the Housing Works outdoor book sale Saturday. This was last held in the fall but they're now doing two events. Yes, I decided to let bygones be bygones and end my boycott (also, I now have a smaller purse so don't anticipate problems if I go to the store itself). I braved the sweltering heat to pick up 10 books for $10, mostly from my list. There were also CDs (and, I think, movies), but I didn't want to spend more time in the heat checking these out; maybe next sale.
They checked your bags and receipt as you left. I noticed later on the subway the cashier incorrectly wrote down $9 on the bookmark/receipt but I guess the checker wasn't too thorough. I really did pay $10 for 10 books and got the correct amount of change from my $20, but if the checker had argued, I would probably have just given them another dollar even though I was right. In fact, if I were not so annoyed at them from last year, I might have had them keep the change from the $20. Lugging the books back to Broadway/Lafayette, I was pleased that the A was rerouted to the F tracks and was running local, so I could take one train back.
Although I still have way too many books, I also did a B&N order this week (including taking advantage of their buy 2, get 1 free DVD sale) and joined their discount club. Compulsive book buying is definitely a problem, but at least it's not drugs or jewelry. And I did finish more books:
"Fold a Banana: and 146 other things to do when You're Bored" by Jim Erskine - I'm never bored (how could I be, with so much to read?), but this very fast read had cute suggestions accompanied by whimsical drawings.
"Perfect Mondays" by Stanley Ely - Middle-aged New Yorker Greg is gay, in group therapy, trying to get his play produced, dealing with aging parents in Ohio, and lusting after young Frank at his health club who also happens to be his stop-smoking sponsor. Some of these things work out, and some don't.
In between all this, I managed to hand in some work, but still have more to do.