Libraries Are Part of Home Too

What wealth there is in a home that includes the New York Public Library system.

The condition that my back's in from the last few days of bending, twisting, turning, hauling, picking up, etc. for moving and unpacking mandated that today I not do these things. So off I subwayed to the Fifth Ave. Humanities Research Library, a/k/a now the Schwarzman Building, to pick up the materials I'd requested on the U.S. history, frontier, violence and mythology. That means I'm really back here; I'm so grateful to have this 'favored' status in which I can actually take home materials from the non-circulating libraries. This is an innovation that has just come in, to help serve better qualified scholars and researchers.

But the poor library system is being choked of sustenance. They are begging for funds and every kind of support anyone and everyone can provide. These are the situations in which I feel angry that I am not rich. If I were rich, I could give them funds. I would mandate those funds could be used for nothing except salaries for librarians and materials -- the two things that nobody wants to donate funds to provide.  They want something they can put their name on.

Settling In, Back Home

We forgot the eggs and the big air tight container of cheeses on the House counter. We had loaded the frozen foods and were ready to roll, just about to do the kitchen idiot check, when M showed up to say goodbye and chatchatchat -- but we had frozen foods in the cooler, and we needed to get through the Holland Tunnel and to our block by 5 or else we'd never find a parking spot by our place -- the alternate side of the street parking turns over then, and if you get a good spot it's yours through the weekend. So we lost our focus and forgot to make the idiot check of the kitchen! We e-mailed M that when he comes to put the trash barrel back in the yard tonight he’s better do something about the eggs and the cheese. Since that was the worst that happened, that ain't bad! If we were to forget something, much better the eggs and cheese, than the local Chesapeake shrimp! Gads they are superior to that farmed stuff which is what is mostly available up here, no matter how expensive the restaurant.


Ned unpacked the car and got everything up into the apartment in about 30 – 40 minutes (I stayed with the car – this is NYC – you don’t leave a car filled with stuff unattended, no matter what – and because of my back he was determined I not carry anything.) In two hours we got most things that are going to be unpacked, unpacked. We went out and ate burritos.

Now what? Little by little, continue the culling, the repairing and re-arranging. We will try and get the new online router today – ours is about 6 years old now, and needs to be upgraded. Also, one stack of boxes goes to hisw CUNY Grad Center office, and another to Storage. I pick up the books the NYPL Humanties has pulled for my solo book project -- as opposed to our co-written The American Slave Coast. So far for May, we've got three barbeque invitations (one of them in Baltimore), a friend's book publication party and another friend's reading and signing.

But, woo, it's loud here. And Young. And WEALTHY. Only the last of three has C'town, which attracts the retirees, while the C’town youth leave until middle-age, when they come back to care for their parents and the property, and then stay, but mostly people don't rock their wealth on their clothes or with their bodies. Land, and more land, and what their houses and gardens and fields show, on maintaining their political power and water power. I rather wonder what things would look like down there if all agricultural subsidies were abolished. One has suspicions that things around there would come to look much like they did after abolition, and until around WWII. So much of Maryland's prosperity these days comes from its proximity to D.C. Yes, family ‘farms,’ but these farms are enormous. The Upper Chesapeakers always did speak of their plantations as their ‘farms,’ from the mid-eighteenth century on, and these include both Washington and Jefferson.

C'town, it was like living in fairyland or Never-Never. Now it’s only in the rear-view mirror.

So far today I've done 3 1/2 hours of clearing and cleaning, organizing and re-arranging.  Now I quit for the Back is screaming in agony.  With days more of this to do, pacing is all.

My New Year Came In With Five Single-Spaced Pages

And revisions and editing down of the nine pages from yesterday.

el V's uptown at a Gumbo party of Louisianes and New Orleanians.  I am hurting so much from my spinal condition I opted to stay home and write.  We are both winners.

Now I'm hungry and wondering what I should do about it.

The New Year: she's here.

Whorehouses Or Cultural Centers -- YOU Decide!

It's really too bad mayor mikey didn't respond this way.

Many thanks to amigo Citizen K's "Viva Las Vegas!"

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One must wonder if the entire nation is so outraged at potential outrage committed upon honored dead by a building, why are they not equally outraged by the very real outrages committed upon the honored dead in Arlington Cemetery?