This is a schizo day of blogging: bleak poetry, happy poetry, flower days, down with romantic love, gaseous emissions from an apartment in Queens.
That’s gonna be it for me today. Uzbekistan can wait until next week. Now I have to go get ready for my aunt’s 50th birthday party tonight. All my aunts, uncles, cousins … all of us convening in Manhattan to celebrate. It should be beautiful. Family is always beautiful. I’m excited to see my parents (who are now strolling through the Metropolitan Museum), and excited to hang out with my cousins. Drink some wine, laugh some of the cares away.
Everyone: have a beautiful and peaceful Valentine’s Day, or, whatever: just have a good day in general. The sun is shining on the snow, the sky is blindingly blue, I just came out of the steam room at the gym, and for the moment: life is good.
Hans Blix or no.
