Laundry in the wash. Had falafel with Bernie on his rooftop tonight -- they're moving tomorrow! Last chance for the rooftop! Truly the best in the city. And then saw a production of The Real Thing at a loft on 7th Avenue next door to Whole Foods. Interesting space. Books packed, so "to read":
- More Than It Hurts You by Darin Strauss (I told myself I wasn't going to start it until I was on my way to the airport, but I cheated, and the first chapter is one of the most gripping I've ever read)
- Machinal by Sophie Treadwell (to re-read)
- Veronica by Mary Gaitskill (to finish)
- New Yorker issue with swimmer cover
- The Fervent Years by Harold Clurman (re-read, from Cheryl; we are in cahoots)
I'm also charging my iPod so I can listen to This American Life + American Theater Wing interviews. Eric tipped me off to these. My favorite so far has been Edward Albee, who is kind of cantankerous, but then you think, Maybe that's okay because look who we're talking about. He says every time he goes to the theater he looks at the curtain and thinks, ASTONISH ME!