Down near the western gate of Chaoyang Park
this morning. The apartment of a friend
which I’ve been visiting for decades now but haven’t been back to for a
while. Had meat to bike over here last
night but it got dark and I was tired and took a cab instead. Leaving this morning at 6:45AM, I am determined
to find a QingJu blue bike and pedal my way home.
A pal in San Francisco
and I have been building a play list together of jazz we love, hard bop mostly,
on Spotify. He’s added ten new songs and
it’s a perfect morning, experiencing new jazz, biking along Lucky Street which
I wouldn’t otherwise consider if I were in a cab.
The ginkgo trees! Wow, they are as gold as can be this
morning. I t reminds me of Platinum
Street in Shrokanedai over in Tokyo.
That street also looks like this in the early fall. My wife and I had been thinking about the
trees we used to see in Beijing that we want to plant in New York. I must add gingko trees to that list.
This may be the
most fun I’ve had since I landed. Nora
always used to say that James Joyce would sit in his room, laughing to himself
as he wrote Ulysses. I love that image of
him, with this horn rimmed glasses and brogue, delighted at what he’d
written. I spend the whole ride grunting
musical accompaniments to this these bop tracks, shouting things that no one
around me understands in a menagerie of accents. With my phone playing the music aloud from my
shirt pocket. Much more fun than I’d
anticipated.
Wednesday, 11/06/19
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