diary : may 2003

I (still) love New York!   Howard & I executed a home exchange for an apartment in the West Village this month, providing a rare opportunity to play tourist in the other City that's played such a big part in our lives.  The nostalgia hit me hardest on the taxi ride in from JFK:  first, the taxi driver was classic New York, never braking, cutting folks off with aplomb; second, the landscape was the deep lush ripe GREEN, flush with moisture, that you forget exists when you live in arid regions.  Howard spent most of the time either in business meetings or sick in bed with a cold; I managed to cover a lot of ground, and even took my first ever Circle Line boat tour around the island. Our big coup was finding a late-night bakery that specialized in cupcakes...

There was a lot of art this month, too, while back in SF.  Enjoyed some full-on, complete, no-holds-barred male nudity in a lovely play, Blue Surge, at the Magic Theater.  Gal pal Gelbo dragged me drooling and pointing through a huge art open house held in multiple buildings of an old naval installation (check out my new favorite painter, Carol Aust).  And saw an awesome, multi-media dance performance of Zorro with old NJ pal Camille.