November 21, 2001
The perfect inoculation against weariness for the city that you live in: four days in another city. London splendid; return to New York golden. Driving up Sixth Avenue I spot Wallace Shawn outside Balduccis hailing a cab. He is being set upon by his own Thanksgiving shopping contained in several large white bags dwarfing his diminutive stature. Spotting him seems a good omen, he always seems perpetually amused by life, in love with the city and never oblivious to his own good fortune. Odd how one forms these notions about public figures, largely unfounded, based in part on appearance, facial expression, and on his work and the work he chooses to involve himself in. I love his book “The Fever”, he suggests it be read aloud. I thought of it when I saw him and had this longing to get out and give him a presumptuous kiss on his lovely bald pate.
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November 21, 2001
The perfect inoculation against weariness for the city that you live in: four days in another city. London splendid; return to New York golden. Driving up Sixth Avenue I spot Wallace Shawn outside Balduccis hailing a cab. He is being set upon by his own Thanksgiving shopping contained in several large white bags dwarfing his diminutive stature. Spotting him seems a good omen, he always seems perpetually amused by life, in love with the city and never oblivious to his own good fortune. Odd how one forms these notions about public figures, largely unfounded, based in part on appearance, facial expression, and on his work and the work he chooses to involve himself in. I love his book “The Fever”, he suggests it be read aloud. I thought of it when I saw him and had this longing to get out and give him a presumptuous kiss on his lovely bald pate.
- rachael 11-21-2001 4:01 pm