America The Cherry Blossoms Are Falling
April 23rd, 2008
Yesterday, I escaped the puerile, disgusting, and (worst of all) staggeringly unfunny Poultrygeist to enjoy a banana in Central Park.
Today, unrelenting construction noise on our block makes me wish I could seek refuge at the Brooklyn Botanical Garden, where the cherries are in full bloom. They’ve delighted us in the past — but alas, the Tribeca Film Festival begins today, and Cannes announced the linup.
A vaguely appropriate Ginsberg poem has been added to my muxtape.
Poultrygeist: Night of the Chicken Dead. Lloyd Kaufman, 2006. N/R
Call It Asstoria
September 13th, 2006
“Brooklyn is the worst place on earth for a writer,” says Sara Gran–but what does she know about the cement trucks of Astoria?
