As my life changes and changes the grace note is always the same: old friends. I mean we are now actually getting older, too, so the meaning is a bit double-edged. But that's not the emphasis here. For me it's about knowing people I've known for that long - knowing how much we know about each other, which is a hell of a lot. Knowing the many struggles, the joys and the fucking tenacity in some cases that has gone into making the lives we have now.
I am so happy to be back in NYC, for one thing these people are closer. But even more than that, there is something vital I am drinking in that is hard to describe but I am not sure I would be getting anywhere else.
I miss some people in London very badly, but I am very glad to be living here. I think I have said this before, but it is just becoming more and more the case. I am happy to be happy to be where I am, which I don't remember feeling since the last time I lived in NYC, which kinda tells you something.
I also had a meeting this afternoon with Mac Wellman, who is a very interesting and kind of wonderful playwright, who very generously gave of his time and ideas to help me figure out places to go with my work and for teaching, postdoc work and the like. Usually when I speak with people about this stuff, they want me to narrow my focus, and it was a relief to speak with someone who seemed to understand all the worlds I am straddling and had a natural affinity to the level of experimentation in which I engage. I cannot tell you how rare that is these days. Usually after these kind of conversations, I feel - well - tired. And after this one, I felt energized. So, if you're reading this by any chance, thanks, Mac!
Meanwhile, in NYC there are people drumming in front of Bloomberg's house and multi-faith services happening in support of the Occupy movement. I hope the ball keeps rolling, because it's one of the most exciting things I've seen in ages.
There are also leaves falling everywhere, beautiful yelloworangereds...have they always been this beautiful? Is this simply the first autumn I ever noticed it? If so, that means my 8 years in the UK was worth it if for no other reason than to keep me away from this beauty long enough to really See it for the first time. There is really gorgeous stuff in the UK, too, but this Northeastern autumn thing is special.
I imagine everyone feels that about wherever they grew up though....that That's the one that matters. So far I've had these conversations with numerous people who grew up elsewhere and they say, well I grew up in the _______(south, midwest, Seattle...) and Nothing Beats the Autumn There...But never mind...for me, it is here and that is all I need to know for now.
There is simply nothing as moving to me as this time when there are still some brightly colored leaves on trees, but also bare branches, the last vivid colors before winter with its paler palate. It's like nature's poems instead of prose...those little bursts here and there.
And here is Ugo...finally, thanks to photobooth...as amused as I usually am to be photographed, but for those who have asked....