14 November So yesterday I was sort of surfing around and blowing my nose, catching up with Annegrrl at last (entries that made me laugh out loud included this one, this one, and this one--the latter because Felicity Huffman is an old friend) and I was feeling woozier and woozier until I decided just to take a damn nap. I don't nap often, mostly because I tend to sleep for five hours and wake up exhausted, but I managed to only sleep for an hour, which was what I needed. I slept with the lights and the TV on, so I didn't sleep too deeply and was awakened quickly by the much-loathed voice of Emeril Lagasse, just in time to get myself to the library before it closed. I still felt a little rocky, but I really wanted to get to the Jefferson Market library down in the Village, and I knew that I wouldn't be able to make it during the week, so I put on my clothes and staggered out into the afternoon. So I went to the library, and basically started to feel better once I was up and walking and in the air and stuff. I love the Jefferson Market library, it was my first library in New York. I don't like the way it has changed, I don't like the way all of the record albums that they used to have on the second floor have been replaced with videos, even though I no longer have a record player, and I don't like the way that all of the librarians don't seem to be librarians so much as people who happen to work in the library. But it's still my library, my first library in New York, and I took out another sixteen books. For another point of view of the habit of taking out a million books at once, go here. heeheehee I've been thinking of songs that I sing all of the time lately, since this entry of Jette's. This is because the song that she mentions, the song that was cut, called "Once in a While", is one of them. So baby don't cry like there's no tomorrow After the night there's a brand new day And there'll be no pain and no more sorrow So wash your face and phone my place it will be okay... When I'm downtown, though, I sing other songs. I sing "Christopher Street" from Wonderful Town: On your left, Washington Square, Right in the heart of Greenwich Village! My what trees, smell that air, Painters and pigeons in Washington Square! and "Frank Mills" from Hair: I met a boy called Frank Mills On September twelfth right here In front of The Waverly, But unfortunately, I lost his address. I have always wondered whether they meant the Waverly movie theatre or the Waverly coffee shop. So I was singing these and other songs as I was walking to the Waverly (movie theatre) to see Three Kings, but then I passed St. Joseph's church. I think I went there once when I was in college, but I mostly went to the Catholic Centre on campus. For some reason, though, it caught my eye this time. Actually, I know the reason, it's because it was all lit up and white indoors, and it was so inviting, and I wanted to sing. So I went in. I was in really quite astonishingly good voice yesterday. Funny how that happens sometimes when you're sick--you sing above the illness so you have this purity of tone that you don't normally have. I sounded like an angel, and I can say this without ego because it really seemed to have little to do with me, it just fell out of my head all light and clear and ethereal. It's been a long time since I was in a choir, and as I was singing I remembered how much I missed it. I adored the choir at St. Francis Xavier in Brooklyn, until our choirmaster left due to some bizarre church politics and we ended up with the worst choirmaster alive and everyone quit. So as I was singing in this lovely white painted, colonial inspired church, I thought that I might like to see what they had for a choir and maybe join. I didn't like everything about the church, particularly the Bible translation they used, which was all modern and used the term "wailing and grinding of teeth" rather than gnashing. What up with that? Not to mention the not-kneeling during the start of Communion, which is entirely wrong and I just kneeled anyway. Also, the homily was boring as hell, but whatever, that can't be their only priest. Besides those drawbacks, I felt really at home, and I was mulling about maybe checking out the choir for next year (between shows and going to LA for Christmas, this year's out), and then, when mass was over, the old man in front of me turned around and asked "Are you in the choir here? You should be!" So I guess I'll check it out! Today's horoscope: You will have to make a choice between siding with the old, familiar, traditional versus the new, different, unusual. One year ago today: Jesus wept, I need to clean up and I don't have time! * Yesterday / Index / This Month / Tomorrow * E-Mail Whole new way of looking at life by: Michael Moore! This page was written by hand. My hand. Only pussies use HTML editors. Last Updated Sun 14 November 16:39:09 1999