I MISS CONNECTING WITH SOME PEOPLE ON ‘FACEBOOK’. It was a good place to make and keep connections. But I quit over their giving Trump a million dollars. They’d donated much more to good causes and even cancelled Trump after January 6. They must have lost more people than me with that million dollars. Stupid move it seems. But what do I know. I find I don’t miss the time spent checking Facebook. I would go to it too often. If I have a gripe about Facebook it’s the cliques that form. You’re in or you’re out. I’m out now. 

 EVERY DAY a.m. 7:00-10:00. Nothing like it. C-SPAN. 

NO SIGN HELD BY ME THIS MORNING. I’m being a slacker I think. I didn’t go today or last week or tomorrow. I met a guy for breakfast. I still could have done that after holding my sign. I’m restless without that weekday calling. It gave purpose. Soon again. 

 

A VIDEO INTERVIEW WITH HAN KANG, Nobel Prize winning writer. Her writing is different maybe better than anyone I’ve read. ‘Human Acts’ especially. 

https://youtu.be/tQTI6bV0waE?si=GSlj4mSvGJCWl26W

 

JAMES BALDWIN WRITES of “crossing Fifth Avenue on my way to the Forty-second street library, and the cop in the middle of the avenue muttered, as I passed him, Why don’t you niggers stay uptown where you belong?”

 

UP EARLY, WENT OUT TO BREAKFAST. Joe Jr’s. 5 blocks down 3rd Avenue. Warm place. Everybody working there is from Mexico. Meeting a guy there for breakfast tomorrow. Early breakfast brings out other guys with white hair.