urban(e)

city slicker poet person xperimenting with pictures, video, and miscellaneous marginal items; walker; observer; human

June 28, 2012 4:10 pm
I went to my first Pain Quotidien in in New York with my friend Idee. Then I went to one in Paris with my friend Theda and my daughter Lillian. Now I go by myself to this one, but the servers are so nice, and I just saw James Elroy who didn’t remember me from when I met him but was nice anyway, and I got a free book, and the food is yummy, and the hostess calls me sweetie, and it reminds me of being in a city and feeling at home in a crowded place and that even there there’s a spot for me and it makes me feel glad. 

I went to my first Pain Quotidien in in New York with my friend Idee. Then I went to one in Paris with my friend Theda and my daughter Lillian. Now I go by myself to this one, but the servers are so nice, and I just saw James Elroy who didn’t remember me from when I met him but was nice anyway, and I got a free book, and the food is yummy, and the hostess calls me sweetie, and it reminds me of being in a city and feeling at home in a crowded place and that even there there’s a spot for me and it makes me feel glad. 

June 22, 2012 6:16 pm
Sometimes a donut really IS enough. Ok, a donut + coffee.

Sometimes a donut really IS enough. Ok, a donut + coffee.