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Ten is good. It's called Jack's wife Frida.This girl I know works there. On Lafayette near Select. I love a breakfast date, plus there's little chance of us getting drunk!

It was crazy but I knew the outcome before I watched it.

Lazy sounds good! Show is thursday 12-6.

Yes, totally unorthodox.

Ik ben zenuwachtig.

Weak

Alcohol consumed this week:

5-8 Budweiser (The dash is because I'm leaning towards 8, but don't quite remember if that's because it felt like 8, or was actually 8 bottles. It was an art show with not such nice art.)
2 Jack Daniels (At friends house, on ice, accompanied with cherry pie at 3 AM.)
1 glass of red wine (Was meeting a friend at wine bar, they had already ordered a bottle.)
1 Jack Daniels in plastic cup (At a speak easy bar where they played a lot of salsa. Consequently danced some salsa too. There was a Columbian man there who told me the only way to speak to girls is to dance with them. Also, if you can't dance in Colombia you never get laid. He was wearing a polka dot shirt.)
1 Negra Modela, 1 Corona (At Salsa bar. It got hot and made everyone thirsty.)
3 proseccos (Celebratory for the new year. Or rather, Chinese new year, I suppose.)
3 glasses of white wine (Following the prosecco.)
2 bohemia (At Mexican restaurant.)

This is not in chronological order.

Stories

It was cold, getting dark, and she was thinking about money, the lack of it, and what to make for dinner. Her bicycle was getting a flat tire, she could feel it when she hit a bump in the street. Her three year old son sat in the front seat of her bicycle and seemed oblivious, the way only children can be. In the corner of her eye she saw a man on a bicycle getting closer behind her. He had a daughter about the same age, who was babbling to herself, clinching onto his thick winter coat. She recognized him from something, but wasn't sure from what. An actor? Someone she worked with? Or did he look like someone she knew? They passed an ice skating rink, one especially built for the holidays. Loud music was blasting from the speakers and teenagers were leaning on the railing. She looked at the man again, and remembered. How strange and oddly coincidental. Ten years ago, when she still thought she had to do everything as soon as possible, and as a result did almost everything, mostly boys, she had met a boy and for some strange reason they ended up on a skating rink similar to this one. They had kissed for a while in the middle of the crowd, and she had felt very exposed, but in a good way. She hadn't even known his name, which was part of the excitement. Nothing had come of it, she had gone home and had dinner with her parents. Peas and chicken. It all tasted better than usual. She looked at him again, and at his daughter. She should've turned a corner, but decided to cycle next to him one more block. Just to pretend a little longer.

Lucy

New Job

Today I officially became a script supervisor. Which basically means that I'll be scribbling in a script a lot, and will have to use a stopwatch for the first time in my life. It made me feel like I was doing something athletic. And these coming three weeks will be nothing short of a marathon; today I had two coffees and a coke and scribbled for fourteen hours. Only the director was allowed a five minute nap.

Some things don't change

1967 on Wall Street by Larry Fink

Also Steve Jobs died yesterday. I don't think I've ever had one person's name cover my entire facebook feed. It seemed like facebook itself was in mourning. The next day there seemed more room for criticism of the billionaire who didn't donate to charities. (Occupy!) Sometimes grief turns into indifference faster than NY cops can grab their pepper spray on liberty square.

Occupy Wall Street

Because you couldn't really get around it, and I'm not one to miss out on public expression of discontent, hope of a fair democracy and a need for a revolution. Also every once in a while I like to be part of a big group of people. Maybe it's a biological thing, I don't know.
The protesters were not allowed to use loudspeakers, so they communicated in a sort of echo. The person with something to say, sometimes one of the 'leaders' (Even though they kept declaring that there were no leaders) and sometimes one of the random protesters, would say it, and the people around them would repeat it loudly for the people around them. It was touching to see people who all had iphones in their hands constantly, for twitter, film and texting, had figured out a way to communicate messages to a huge amount of people in such a simple and primitive way. Some of the signs up in the air were straight out non sense ('Hitler's bankers!'), and discussions with the people that held them were mostly useless (I asked why bankers were nazi's according to him, and the man said they were worse than nazi's, because all millionaires were Jews. On a side note; he had about three teeth left in his mouth.) and there was an overall lack of humor on them which was disappointing. Politics are in constant need of a good pun. At least a nice alliteration. But the amount of generosity people showed and the interest and overall togetherness was moving. Something was happening-even though what exactly wasn't always clear. Not yet a 'movement,' but definitely in motion. Everyone was using cameras and filming everything that was happening just in case something was about to become history. And who knows. Today a group of five thousand people tried to occupy the Brooklyn bridge. The police started arresting people almost immediately. At the Manhattan side, the police stood in front of the entrance so no one could enter. Someone had put a camera in a plastic bag, and attached it to twenty colorful balloons. They held it by three separate strings so they could control where the balloons went, moving across the crowd.