Sunday: Odds of dying in a Fung Wah accident increased as I returned safely one once more from a weekend on the Chinatown bus – this time in a blizzard. I did end up missing Nook at the Lily Pad, unfortunately.
Monday: Recreated the Grotowski inspired Crying Deer on a River Street living room floor, ate cauliflower-potato-cheese-pie and discussed the tragedy of “Saved!” embodied in the dialogue:
“What’s a good evangelical girl doing at Planned Parenthood?”
“Planting a pipe bomb?”
Tuesday: Hired my first employee. Look for The History Press to come to Midwest town near you soon.
Wednesday: Attended the Feast of Altagracia and celebrated the second anniversary of the Hispanic ministry at Grace Church in Salem.
Thursday: Discussed Eurythmia and Anthroposophy over pints at The Old Spot.
Friday: Coordinated 200+ piece mailing to sluggish Indiana Historical Societies who don’t seem to know how to act in their best interests. Opted out of a trip to the Rhumb Line with a motley group of Waldorf educators.
Saturday: Caught up on backlogged New Yorker reading, attended reading at Athenaeum, made an appearance at Strega.
Look for more detailed analyses in the weeks to come.
Goat anyone? 