The piano is real. I'm a little freaked out about the expense, but the pleasure amortized makes the sum paltry, if not infintesimal.
The business is real, with our first decent sized contract with the Zoo, which means happy, but also a lot more work.
I dreamt last night I was a student at Harvard. During orientation, they had the assembled university population in a gothic auditorium, with two white haired professors, one economics and one business, recite a famous quote, that everyone joined in. I wish I could actually remember it, to see if it is a real quote, but something about not abating the search for true justice, and not abiding any who would defoul such a quest. And there was something at the very end, as a post script, remembering, of course, the pain that that sometimes entails.
As if it was a grand eloquent Churchill, rallying the country, while acknowledging, simultaneously, the personal difficulties being courageous often entails.
I could not get into my room at one point - the doors to the dorm were broken, and the framing around my dorm window too flimsy to climb up. It was a tiny corner room, which followed the peak of the roof, with one window, and just enough room for the two single beds and two dressers in the room.
Wandering about town, which was actually more like my London dreamscape than Boston, there was a beautiful married woman who dove into a pool, making all onookers stop, frozen in their view. She kissed me and said something like now, never, here, there, forever, not now, and swam away, like a water nymph of old. I felt sated in my very desire, with that moment, that exchange, enough.
Later, Phillip Deitch and I ran the Boston marathon, pausing in the refectory for a leisurely two hour breakfast after hitting the half way mark. We debated finishing, expecting to get to the finish line, at that point, in five hours total, but my legs felt so good and light and airy that we pressed on.
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