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New York Here I Come

Sun, 07/15/2007 - 10:08am








Exciting Times. Talked to my brother Paul today (he called to say one last hello assuming I'd be buried in my book while in New York). He and his wife are one week into parenting Amara and seem to be adjusting really well. "She rolled over on her back at five days old," Paul said. "And she's got really strong legs." It makes sense to me. Paul, a high school and college soccer star who now coaches professionally, did a double back-flip off of a high-dive when he was four years old. No one believes me but my family has pictures to prove it. 



As for New York preparations, I have my address forwarded, Supershuttle ordered, and my giant suitcase out on the floor. So far I've put in (all but the current) Janis Notebooks (Janis is the protagonist in the novel I'm going there to work on), my flip flops, and my shorts (all the things I won't be needing between now and Tuesday in SF).  



My plan for New York? 



To write six hours a day and do yoga. At night I'll do the things that will inspire me to do the same the next day.



A couple of the things I can't wait to see/do:



Michelle Carter, who is one of my mentors and a dear friend, is having a reading from her latest play on July 25th. Check out the details. I'll be there. I've seen a reading of an earlier draft and the play is brilliant and funny and sad and moving.  



Also, Robin Romm, who is another SF State alum, will be reading from her new book on July 20th at 6:30pm. Check it out. 



Truong Tran, who turned me on to the grant that is funding the trip, will also be in NY collecting on the very expensive dinner I owe him.



Other than those few things, I'm planning on letting the humid air float me to where I need to go. My cousin and his partner, who will be my hosts, are two of my favorite people. I'm looking forward to dinners with them and maybe even some time in the country at their place in Connecticut.



Can you see why I'm excited? 



More soon. 



Also, I saw the Stupidest movie last night. So appalling in fact, I won't even mention the name. Still, I had fun with my friend Sam. The only redeeming aspect of this movie was the fact that there was a Jill Sobule song on the soundtrack. Her music is so brilliant and sad and funny and human. One of my favorite songs is Mexican Wrestler. You can listen to it here. If you're unfamiliar with her or this song, it's important to hear it all the way to the end. (Lucy at the Gym is another of her songs I love. It can almost make me cry).  



Here are the Lyrics:

Lucy At The Gym


Jill Sobule, Robin Eaton

Lucy at the gym


She's there every time I go


And I don't go that often, so she must live at the gym


I stare at her ribs, they show through the spandex


Her little legs are working, she's going somewhere


She's climbing up the stairs


And when she reaches the top her dreams will be there

Lucy at the gym


Lucy on the scale for the third time


Through thick and thin Lucy's at the gym


She's staring at the clock and like the second hand
she never stops


She's Lucy at the gym

When she takes a shower, after all the hours


Does she have a place to go?


Is there someone waiting


Or is Lucy all alone

I'm at the gym and Lucy's not there


It's got me pretty worried so I imagine the worst


She's made it up to heaven


And when she met her maker


He said "come right in
I'll show you around the gym


Everyone's beautiful and thin


And here there's no sin
And your life can begin


Lucy at the gym"
Keep going Lucy
Keep on working girl