Second parking ticket in a week today. The last one was legitimate. This one indicates that, apparently, the City of New York feels that alterations made to a city sign with duct tape are legally binding. Like, if part of a sign is blocked out with duct tape, clearly that part doesn't exist, and such non-existence is official.
Good. I love bureaucratic arguments.
Sam came down with the flu, and she's leaving for school tomorrow (raw deal), so I had to lace up the wheel by my lonesome tonight. Truing it is proving difficult, but the lacing was much easier than I thought it'd be. Tension and wire, like guitars and like bridges.
Brought L to the airport today... she was in town for the High Holy Days... this back and forth is killing me, but she might be able to make it up to the next writers retreat...
More on everything later.
About Me
- De.Corday
- Charlote de Corday, a figure of the French Revolution, was a rebel against the rebellion, an individual in a war of sides. Charlotte de Corday has thus become my nom de guerre as an individual caught up in a world that speaks in borders rather than content. I am quite simply a student of philosophy and theories of government, a musician and a coffee addict, returned to my native urban New Jersey to find a place rapidly gentrifying, changing, growing--whatever you want to call it, only to move to Brooklyn and act as the other side of that coin. I am trying to make art after four years of academy, trying to feel for an ever elusive home... also trying to keep my car running. Trying to live and work and create in a way that each is copacetic to the other two. I currently write freelance and work for a newspaper in Lower Manhattan.
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