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i feel like i've been playing catch-up.

i guess i have to join the nfa.

this weekend:

Friday_________________

• first klibonoff rehearsal for reinecke. not perfect, not shabby.
  
• after the orchestra dress rehearsal, a bunch of us (david, crystal, da, derek, alice), shivering in the brisk november night air, headed in two cars (mine low on gasoline) to the westchester wine warehouse. we tasted (i tried an oak-y zinfandel, aussie shiraz and californian pinot noir), ate bits of bread with tart tapenade, and bought a few bottles. i'm bringing my italian estate dry red and reisling home for thanksgiving.
• next we went to seasons for sushi (alice's wise suggestion), i had a delicious roll, eel and cucumber wrapped in avocado. yummmmm.
  
• the concert was pretty good, surprisingly. the program was egmont overture, a little mozart symphony, and mahler 1. the horns (9 strong!) were stellar, the trumpets pretty good mostly. i had heard so many disaster stories, but because dunkel laid back in the performance, it was more of an organic performance.
• after the concert, after much deliberating, we headed to stopn'shop to buy cheap booze (because in new york, they sell the petty stuff). then we drove to alice's in david's huge red boat of a car and ordered pizza...nothing like beer and greasy pizza in a warm apartment on a friday night.

Saturday____________________________

• train to harlem-125th st, m60 to the end to andrew's house to drop off my flute with clio.
• somehow by transfer to the q to canal st to meet nora. dinner in chinatown involving soup dumplings. delicious and cheap.
• electronic music concert at roulette (20 greene st), music of anna clyne. we should've brought ear plugs. the live graphics were really amazing, something called superdraw. i saw some timara guys from oberlin teching the show. the world gets smaller every day.
• then uptown to spanish harlem to the f b lounge for what crystal thought would be salsa dancing, turned out to be $10 cover jazz, not bad actually, just not the free dancing i thought it would be. i left after the first set, and didn't have money for a cab to get me to 96th and broadway, but the bouncer lent me some. thank god for kind people who worry about young women. i took the 1 train to the bronx (181st) to clio's house. crash...

Sunday_____________________

• 9h wake-up, groggy shower, hit the streets at 9h30 for the train to 96th. lenny's bagels, i thought maybe steve menotti would show, but he didn't. blueberry bagel, plain cream cheese, and an hour of score study (reinecke, berio, bach e major).
• noon lesson at tara's house at 98th and west end. gorgeous apartment: hardwood floors; high ceilings; art and books everywhere; cabinets full of scores; copper pans in the kitchen, clean and well-used; freshly ground coffee...mm.
• walk up broadway to 105 to the silver moon bakery, what tara described as the closest thing new york has to paris. their pain au chocolat wasn't too shabby. i hardly had any money left, so i bought a crispy grilled cheese from a little short-order place on the way from the bus stop to the train.

blah blah blah, this is my life, take it or leave it. maybe drinking coffee in new york means that i can bear to let go of a small part of paris, the café + crèpes part. meredith and i had a place in the marais, i think it was 5 or 6 euro. the waiters would stare at her, her blonde, dancer self, mostly unconscious to their attention. so much inherent grace. sometimes i wish someone would look at me like that.

enough of this self pity. sorry the picture of the penguins disappeared. that's happened a couple of times. i guess that's what i get for lifting images off shifty websites.