Archive for September 2004
In Your Eyes
It is 4:09 a.m. “Knock On Wood,” is, fittingly, on the clock radio. I wake immediately, sit straight up, throw off the covers, swing my legs off the edge of the bed, and place my bare feet squarely on the wood floor. It is not the usual slow morning start. This is one of those…
Read MoreYou’re Not Paying Attention
My mother was flipping through photos from last week’s Canal Room show. “You look so tired,” she said. “I can always tell what’s going on with you from your eyes.” That was a pretty major bummer as a kid ‘cuz there was no faking her out. I couldn’t play sick to avoid school; she’d just…
Read MoreSleep Now In The Fire
I woke to the dulcet tones of Dick Cheyney and The Booing Republicans on the clock radio this morning. What a buncha’ jerks. I walked to work down a near-silent Ninth Avenue, the traffic choked to a trickle by orange cones and fresh-from-the-academy cops. I was stopped cold on 45th Street by a phalanx of…
Read MoreReady To Dream Again
I pull my sunglasses over my eyes, slip on my headphones, fold my hands on my lap, and fall asleep prior to takeoff. Three hours and 1300 miles later, I wake as we touch down at LaGuardia. An hour more, and I am at work high above Times Square. Still, I have yet to arrive.…
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