August 27, 1999
9:02 p.m.

i listened to the LP of this movie hundreds of times, but have only seen the video a few times. the joan baez spot always moves me, and i respect her for moving with the times and not doing hippy/protest music for the rest of her life. she also looks dead-on like an acquaintance of mine.

and, as always when i watch or hear this show, i wish i was 50 already, and that i lived through things like this.

this joe cocker spot used to give me nightmares. that is one damn ugly individual, i used to think. most pop singers look ludicrous when they're not singing. it's like when the nightly news cameraperson accidentally sits the live camera on the face of an unsuspecting anchorperson who thinks some reporter is prattling on.

damn, that bitch could sing.

PLEASE MOVE AWAY FROM THE TOWERS

the CSN&Y spot is a birth. the shit ain't so good, but how can you take your eyes off it? i can't remember what one of them ended up being available for visits on thursdays and saturdays. but it wasn't the guy with the funny moustache.

i hate that word. MOUSTACHE.

6:01 p.m.
I've lived in this apartment for almost 2 years, and only in the past few weeks have a finally gotten around to throwing out some of the things left here by the previous resident.

last week i threw out a couple of bags of black beans and some non-descript glass containers that were in the cabinet above the refrigerator. just a few moments ago i replaced the dish-drainer with a $5.99 deluxe 2-piece marvel, and momentarily i shall dispose of a toaster.

around here you don't really "throw away" things like toasters and glass containers. you leave them on a wood stand in the lobby of the apartment building and let someone else take them. this is how i ended up with 4 of the smarmiest metal chairs ever seen, and my shame at having taken such crap is so strong that i have had them in a stack by the front door for over a year. i'm too embarrasssed to take them back to the lobby for fear that the original person who left those chairs out to pasture will see them again and, not knowing it was i who handled them, mock me by proxy. i could not stand to hear the laughter peel up the stairwell.

the previous resident of this apartment lived here for 2 years, then as planned she moved back to Japan. the resident before that lived here for 10 years before buying a 3-story house down the street.

i'm gradually re-entering the marketplace for a new apartment. the next place i live will be somewhere on the beach or at some waterfront in Brooklyn or on Roosevelt Island. i have never liked this neighborhood in which i presently live, but the apartment itself is the best i've ever had. i can bail out of here whenever i want, too; there is a lease, but the landlord doesn't care when you move out as long as there is some notice given.

part of the reason i changed my mind about buying a new piano in December is that i am not yet in the 10-15 year apartment, this is the 2-3 year apartment, and i don't want to buy another piano until i am certain that it will not have to be moved again any time soon.