nada

From what I can tell there are only two kinds of days, the kind where I have too much to do, and the kind where I have nothing at all. This is one of the latter.

Sure there’s plenty that I could do, writing, paperwork, and so on, but there’s nothing pressing, and I lack the motivation to do anything that isn’t imperative. If it aint lighting a fire under my ass today, it aint getting done.

So, here I am writing about nothing, and here I am taking the dog to the park.

A Little Dream Of Me

Every once in a while you get a dream that just sort of leaves you saying what the fuck?

I was in a heavenly place, the cloud floor thing was going on and it was blue sky daylight. The kind of blue sky that it is now a cliche to associate with 9/11. I had taken a train there and I was discussing my choices with a group of enlightened people, largely stereotypes of wizened eastern figures. They were obviously influenced by certain comic books as well. I'm going to scan them in, in a minute.

I had been accompanied to this place by two friends, a girl that I loved, and another. There may have been some mixed feelings there. Neither of these people were specifically anyone, which I guess says something about where I'm at right now.

It was explained to me that I had a choice and could either stay and reach enlightment, or leave and never return. If I stayed I could one day return to earth but everything would be different. Things would never be the same between me and the girl, me and my friends.

I stayed and my friends left me. I was welcomed I think. As the train was getting ready to leave, I changed my mind and I ran to the platform. I didn't even think I would make that train, but there would be another, and this seems like quite an assumption, considering the stakes. Fortunately, I got there at the last minute.

No one begrudged me being on the train, but by the looks in people's eyes, I wasn't very welcome since the train was very crowded. I was surprised, and I was exhausted emotionally, on the verge of losing it. I couldn't find my friends anywhere for a minute

Soon I found the girl and collapsed in tears hugging her. My other friend was nowhere around. I think he might too have been me.

On The Slope

I’ve got nothing of great import to say, but I do have time, and I had a good day in Park Slope, so that’s as good a jumping off point as any where else.

I love Park Slope. Let’s just lay that right out there. I think living here is one of the few right decisions I ever made. I don’t think it is perfect, but nothing is, and I can see past it’s flaws and that’s not always so easy to do. So, I couldn’t be any more biased.

If you’ve never been here, Park Slope is this beautiful Brooklyn neighborhood, within easy distance of Manhattan, but with more than enough going on that you never ever really have to leave. It’s got Prospect Park on one side of it, the designer also created Central Park and it’s said that he felt Prospect was the park he got right. Prospect Park is a treasure.

It’s the park that really separates it from other Brownstone Brooklyn neighborhoods such as Brooklyn Heights or Carroll Gardens. If you live here, and you’re at all inclined, the park becomes your backyard. Between running and walking the dog, most of the year not a day passes by that I’m not there.

And in the summer, Prospect Park, in the best tradition of New York City Parks welcomes the arts, welcomes Celebrate Brooklyn, The NY Philharmonic, and the Metropolitan Opera. Manhattanites take note, in Brooklyn you can actually hear the performances of the latter.

The streets are lined with brownstones, bluestones, and other classics of NYC architecture. The streets are beautiful, the housing stock is beautiful. I’m not an expert on this type of thing to be quite honest. Two of the main avenues are composed in part of fabulous turn of the century mansions.

I’m losing my head of steam here, so I’ll let this go for now. To Be Continued…