Still here

I'm coming to you again from the indoor tundra of Storefront For Art and Architecture. It seems to be the only time I have forced, unmonitored, computer time. Although today I was given a fun AutoCAD task that I really want to be taking seriously but this is my first time using AutoCAD for mac and it's different and confusing, and not as streamline as the version I am accustomed to and so for now I'm am writing instead. I had a uniquely interesting experience on the subway getting here this morning. There is construction on the track where I usually get the 6 downtown and so the 6 runs on the other side of the track, but for some reason doesn't make it's regular stops but continues down to the end of the line and then you have to get out and transfer to an uptown 6. This happened to me last Saturday but is apparently the usual now for a Saturday. As the train passed my stop there was an inaudible announcement made, I turned to the woman next to me to ask if she heard it, but as it turns out she was a bit of a crazy lady who continued to speak animatedly about how this is just more kinds of "b.s" and if they're going to keep doing stuff like that then they should lower the price, and the something about her daughter...I kinda tuned out once I realized it was gonna be that kind of a conversation. But I only had one more stop to go so I smiled and giggled accordingly while trying to stare ahead. I did sneak one more look at her for any visible signs of crazy that I may have missed the first time. She had some bags, but not an insane amount. She was wearing cheetah print which maybe counts for something but alone is not grounds to avoid someone. Probably the give away was her lipstick permeating the line between lip and skin, but still I forgave myself for the mistake of engaging her in conversation. It was unforeseeable and inconsequential. As the train was about to reach it's final stop it turned a curve and a coffee cup laying on the floor pivoted so that it's spout was now closed to the floor, slowly releasing its contents out into the center of the aisle. There was nothing to do but stare, if the coffee moved far enough I would move my feet so that it not touch my shoes. It didn't go that far so I continued to stare. I then looked up to find that the other four passengers in the immediate vicinity were also staring blankly at the small stream of coffee. I giggled at the shared human behavior. What else were we to do? No one carried paper towels for these situations, all you can do is stare at the mess being made. So now i'm sitting here. I need to be better about moving around when I have to stay here because when I walked to Starbucks a few minutes ago I felt like my brain was frozen and I kinda couldn't remember how to walk. After this I'm going to go home, eat dinner with Martha and her parents who are in town. Tomorrow I will meet Pearl's daughter (Pearl is my step-grandmother for all intention purposes) at Penn Station and then go with her to the place where Pearl is living in Long Island, afterwords I will meet with Wendell about porticos... Wendell was in the Unitarian youth group that my dad led when I was three. Now he lives in New York as an unemployed artist. He and his artist collective are building a portion of a Cinema Palace and i'm going to discuss how they might make the ceiling into a portico of sorts, I dunno, it's kind of confusing to me too. I really need to move around now, I'm going to go do some squats and read about interns over there.