take the streets, lost, in search of the brooklyn flea market. end up in a rite-aid, a target, and a duane reade for cash, antibacterial handsoap, an energy drink and some terrible directions. Find the market that is two blocks up from where it was said to have been via their internet site. Lots of old vintage, new hand-crafted, and concocted foodstuffs. Come back to the house to have a rooftop bbq with mike, the apartment owner, and two of his russian friends. They are both recent immigrants that are looking for semi-permanent jobs and work visas. We talked about obtaining status, Moscow, and Visas, I had little input. They bbq chicken legs and these jerky-like pork bits that kept falling through the grill into the charcoals, covering them in this silty grey powder. Becka, was the dj, and he played very monotonous techno, that started off decent, but three hours of it in the baking sun was too much, but at least some of it was local, "holy ghosts" a band from brooklyn. Becka and Elaine, I believe her name was both live in Brighton beach, where apparently all the Russian Immigrants live. We summoned an excuse to depart this little european experience in brooklyn to be on our own.
We took the subway to get a view of the statue of liberty, and with it, large queues of overly tanned, urban outfitter-teenagers cheering and hollering at each other in line for the ellis island ferry. walked into ground zero where old yellow-haired women were seeing the sights through their digital camera screens that they held above their heads rather than through their eyes as their pink chewing gum poked through their lips as they chewed it with their front teeth, spinning in circles, pointing their cameras at the firemen that offered first hand experience of the events that happened that day nearly ten years ago.
We needed coffee. Walked through wall street to the subway uptown to greenwich. after hours of walking found this little italian place with burnt espresso but great carrot cake.
in the apartment, another roach slaughtered, and my favorite episode of seinfeld, "the pen" season three, episode three,
Stella!