I took no pictures. Things sneak up on you sometimes. I wonder often why people treat me so well, what it is that I do which engenders kind acts in others. I'm a real asshole a lot of the time -- genetics more than anything -- though I do smile as often as I can. I've never considered myself popular, but I suppose within my circle I'm fairly well-liked. It helps when I can remember to breathe deep and relax my shoulders. Better things happen then.

Still grappling with how to listen and how to recieve (how to take) after all these years though. Often times it's someone else as Bhudda that reminds me to hew to the ethos. Somewhat less often that leads to deeper conversations, and one might find oneself making out on the kitchen counter. It's a little bit scary, but that's how one knows one is onto something.

A final thought. New Yorkers are some of the most decent people in all the world; those who grew up here and those who come and stay are head and shoulders above the crowd, I've noticed. The loosers come and go or stay underground, and in the sparkling crisp crowded night, you can see that regular people party well. We should be so lucky as to come together like this more often.