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so i went and saw smif nwessun at knitting factory that night. i breezed through really-- caught the last couple songs. i havent blogged in a while. i took an extra job. i'm back at the restaurant i worked at 10 years ago, fresh out of college. i used to do coat check, then recruited three of my friends to share the job. now i'm on the register two nights a week and dj once a month. the djing is fun-- but a little stressful.. i mean people are dining to my music. i dont want to give them a stomach ache:). it's gone well and folks have asked for business cards (first of all i dont even have a cell)and mix cds.. imma hit.. but exhausted. i'm no spring chicken anymore and these multiple gigs, while i await a response from the academy, are tough. tuff in dutch is cool. it's so much easier to be "tuff" in holland, though i bumped my head yesterday and had to put an icepack on for like an hour so it didnt swell.. cool it now... yeah.. sometimes you gotta cool it:)

oh but i wanted to blog about something specific. not obama, but yeah, be ready:)but about a girl on the train yesterday that had been displaced from her home in New Orleans. she was watching that denzel movie filmed in new orleans on some new fangled portable viewing device on the 2 train and pointing out all her old haunts to her homegirl whom was presumably an uptown native. in between stories of the river boats and the mall was a longing for home, quite exquisite in it's painful simplicity. "I cant wait to go home", "when are they gonna rebuild? it's taking so long..". meanwhile she trekked to work with the rest of us, but with visions and memories of the river ("nah.. that water's too dirty to swim in..")holding her down.

posted by z.a.k. @ 9:32 AM