Just back from a dynomite party in Brooklyn. A fellow ETW alumni who's actually making the theater thing happen, working around the world, living in downtown Brooklyn with a bunch of other people, an amazing network of friends and associates coming alive in the back yard. It was everything a Brooklyn party should be; reminded me of the good old days when we used to do it up there at the meek. All in the mix and all good times.
And then a ride home, stopping for eats in trendy billzburg, bouncing from all-nite because it wasn't a hip version of the Kellog anymore, getting pizza -- rockstar slice slinger like the greatest damn bartender in the world, eyeing the ladies and tossing up the good stuff -- and a little conversation with a girl decked in pink who wrote for a big magazine and was coming from working the door at Billionares for Bush's gala ball. I was gonna go, but I didn't get back from work in time to do my laundry. Couldn't show in dirty jeans and a stinky cut-off t-shirt; woulda been uncouth.
It's all going down. The life here makes me hopeful. It's all evolving, coming together. If we can learn to balance the necesity of ego with the peril of hubris, we'll be sitting pretty. Stay true to yourself and stay humble, oui?
And lately, I'm driven by the angelic virtue of Fela Kuti, and a moment of unity is found. Everything is ajar and imperminant these days, but the general motion is good, and obsessing about the details can only derail the works. So roll. Be real and be open and be adventurous and good things will happen.
