and so...

sushi take-out in harrison is amazingly fast. eel-avocado rolls on the train, swigging hyper-sweet japanese drinks, dribbling soy sauce, trying not to choke on the big mouthfuls of rice.

a lovely evening of too-loud music at the bowery, although they made me confiscate my big bottle of water at the door. jerks.

these last few days, every one, has felt like a sunday. this break has a certain timeless stasis that i have grown to love and will be reluctant to let go of.

i think it would be cool to be in a band. it takes balls, though.

tomorrow is easter sunday. i'm not sure how i feel about god. maybe "into the wild" will give me perspective...i like incense and candles more and more now. this kenyan book petals of blood is giving me pause; roddy doyle's the woman who walked into doors is charming and sad.

Georgia O'Keefe, Red Canna

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Now playing: Edgar Meyer, Bela Fleck, Mike Marshall - Old Tyme
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buzz

am i cut out for the restaurant business? these next few months will be intense; this job is demanding in ways i did not expect. arnie has years of experience. janice knows to wear high-waisted pants. james (6'7") is incredibly patient. i can't pocket the coatcheck money anymore.

today the flute trio (alice-crystal-myself) had a coaching on the devienne at tara's house in the city. i had a mug of kona coffee (caf, roasted in-house) with milk and 2 sugars and alternated it with glaceau water (tara called me the liquid lady). afterwards we 4 took a cab to carnegie hall to see roberta michel give her debut. her vibrato is a little high-strung for my taste, but her control of all the special flute effects is stunning. i especially liked a flute and percussion piece called "ritornelo" by brazilian composer silvio ferraz. i think maybe alexa still made her a little whistletone-happy.

the zack browning piece on cadillac moon's myspace (see livelink above) kinda reminds me of an electrified reich with a little bang on a can all stars thrown in.

cure for two dinner shifts (4pm-midnight) = light movie, ce soir: "the holiday."

[i haven't rented half the bergman films i promised myself i would. david edwards' book on artscience in the post-google generation is enough intellectuality for a few weeks, thank you very much.]

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Now playing: Ingrid Michaelson - Overboard
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singularly beautiful

occasionally, somehow, moments - slices of time - will strike me as singularly beautiful: repose between phrases of sweeping bach, the dark penetrating gaze of a small girl with an etch-a-sketch, the whisper of mink against departing shoulders, the glow of a candle amidst broken glass, the clasped hands of a broken soul, the play of light through my blinds in late morning, the sweep of someone's hair across their unwitting back-

they keep me in pursuit.

handel trio sonatas (magnatune classical internet radio)-miles davis "so what" (my copy)

the pace of my days has to change. i need hope.