…at Bard at last. It’s time for my annual four week long teaching stint in the MFA program here. Yesterday was a long wrangle of packing and taking care of the house, capped by a drive courtesy of Phil Montana, a friend who with his bf Avram runs two cool businesses: Gold Goat and a new company where they sell among other things, “Dirty Linens” which are bed sheets featuring a design of Tom of Finland toile. Phil and I left the city by 4pm and sat in traffic on the BQE for a bout and hour and a half. But through it all he was amiable. I feel like I’ve brought too much stuff – in the name of efficency and having a system, it feels like my Bard kit has ballooned. But I have to say when I look around the room, everything is kind of right and comfortable, so maybe that’s an empty misgiving.
The sumer program is an odd and at times exhilarating experience, One that I alternately dread and pine for. It’s a hot house atmosphere and emotions can sweep through the assembled community at a dizzying pace.
On the heels of Friday’s poker blowout at the apartment, I now see Bard as a plce where I am quite cut off from the people that I care about in New York, and adrift. There are plenty of interesting folks here and some very good friends, but it’s not quite the same.
I’m dying to know which room you’ve got in Gahagan — I spent my senior year living there, in an upstairs room…
Thanks for the kind words and kinship earlier. Be safe in the hothouse.
Hey, it’s 4 weeks and they need teachers like you. When we get back, maybe I’ll run into you in your “front yard”–I’ll be in brooklyn by then 🙂
I’m in 202 -it’s where I stay every year – top floor, north end,on the corner. As long as I’ve stayed here I can’t get used to the slope of the ceiling in the bathroom, which I imagine was probably also a problem for you, being a tall person.
Yay! Brooklynites RULE!
Hey, it was good seeing you again! Sorry we couldn’t make the game; hope the smoking and poking went well (you’ll get me doing both yet).
Good luck with Bard. I tend to fall into the Zsa Zsa category of packing myself, ultimately more for comfort’s sake than utility.
See you when you get back?
I’m in 202 -it’s where I stay every year – top floor, north end,on the corner. As long as I’ve stayed here I can’t get used to the slope of the ceiling in the bathroom, which I imagine was probably also a problem for you, being a tall person.
Yay! Brooklynites RULE!