Colorado smells fucking amazing when it’s raining.

That is all.

 

Tattered Cover

Finally got to see The Tattered Cover, which people at Strand had been telling me about for weeks before I left. Walked around awed at the architectural beauty of the place, the exposed beams, the displays, the quiet, airy ambiance. It was like a shabby-chic McNally Robinson. Then Kat and Amanda abducted me – our meter was running out. We had other stuff to do. Etc. Can’t wait until we can move into our place downtown; I could walk there. I remember Phong telling me about when he first got to New York, all the books he read at Strand because he couldn’t afford to buy them yet. . . So much to do, and so much to read and learn, and for once I feel like I finally have enough TIME.

Weird link of the day:

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Octopus_wrestling

 

Local Flavor. .

So we’re sitting in a cafe on 13th, been out job hunting. I’m leafing through the back pages of Westword, circling museum gift shops and anything else I think I can get in a hurry, that won’t take up all of my time and energy. Find a liquor store ad. I can handle cash and customers! I’m over 21! I circle it. She says something like, “Do you want to get held up?”

And I say, “Liquor stores really get held up here?”

“Yeah.”

“Really? But it’s 1800 a month!”

She gives me the same kind of look she gave me one night a long time ago, back in Brooklyn before a party. A look that, then, said, ‘Fine, wear those shoes if you want. I’m not the one who’s going to look stupid.’

I cross out the ad.

“Wait, which one is it?”

“Argonaut,” I say.

“Oh, that one’s okay. They have a police officer in there all the time.”

Looks like for now I’m sticking to museums and book stores.

 

Striking Realizations

There is grass here. And trees.

We flew in yesterday morning around 10, and today we found an apartment. Can’t move for another two weeks or so, though, so we’re still kind of homeless and kind of living out of suitcases. It’s a little chaotic and I had the feeling, for a week before we left I felt like I’d be a wreck. Yesterday we drove all over downtown, in and out of bars and cafes, trolling craigslist and the newspapers, everything I own in the trunk of a car that’s not even ours. And all I am is relieved. To be out of New York, away from my family, the crowds, the shitty, cramped, overpriced apartment…

There will be things I’ll miss, eventually. But right now I can’t think of any.