cutting great neck

27/01/09

so let me start off from sunday.



sunday, we went to the lower east side with avi, judy, yahli; tenement museum, jewish market, delancey street. the tenement museum was so inspiring, so miserable too--giving us a glimpse of 7000+ people's lives, many of them immigrants, like moi. we couldn't talk pictures. oh well.

then we crossed delancey street



sped through the lower east side



and went straight into katz's delicatessen--i've been waiting since november 2007 to go there, when my parents promised me that we'll go the next time we visit nyc [little did we know that we would be living next to nyc by the next year. grr.]



had a delicious pastrami sandwich.



so yesterday i went to school--short periods. and then i asked jessica fogel about cat power cause she said she might go to the concert with me and so she rolled her eyes and said, "gadi, leave me alone? we have a midterm today!"

blink.

blink.

oh shit.

anyway, studied all day yesterday only to discover at 12:30 one of the easiest chem tests i have ever taken in my life.

yay!

and today i woke up at 9:26 after having the weirdest dreams ever. i dreamed that i was with a lot of friends on a big hill overlooking a quaint european/latin american/asian village which looked more like uniformly colorful legos than an actual metropolis. anyhow, i woke up when a big angry golden retriever cornered me to a wall with its big teeth.

and in an hour i'll be in school preparing for a history test.

it's 11:16 am over here and i'm getting tired.

ahhh.


poem for english class:

My Black Muse
another night peels from my eyes
like piano keys sliding off against
each other. a match burns from two
different sides; an old, dying wolf
wrings his tongue from the roof of
his jaw, and howls; a poetry book,
frayed, splintered, slides off a pile
of white papers. my table, fixed to
the wall, creaks. it’s ten p.m. before
my math midterm and i’m outside taking
pictures of the snow. black, señor night
winnows out the white lights in rows, slips on
his navy-striped cloak; i return home, my
fingers burning from the cold, burning
from the sudden heat of habitat, from
pressing the push button for too long.