Weekends around [post-it style] 
last weekend at the book fair of art at PS1 then atraversare throughout Long Island City to walk to the ever so cool Noguchi Musem [Socrates Park and I only discovered in recent days have been created by Mark di Suvero], still dreaming of finding a factory willing to become our home .. . hmmm impossible dream, I know. And to close the patio of the restaurant usually greek Astoria.
this weekend from friends back in Connecticut, a beautiful museum, penniche great, great wines and I cook like crazy from the loin 'of pork ribs to fish soup.
Afternoon "cushion" to the Village with early dinner from Ippudo [ *]. Other
certainty.
As the desire for a massive giant wooden table and a library with all of our books.
The findings in the order of the weekend were: Edward Tufte [ *], the furniture designed by Donald Judd [ *] St Germain and liquor for cocktails champagne [or Prosecco] [ *] .
destroyed I go to bed at 9.30 am, ready to Start pouring a week of battles on Turkish soil [not only].
Post-it / 1 here working too much and most do not 'have time to fuck it right, even online. Work work work. Fuck fuck fuck. One of the things brilliant read recently on the fly to paste here, more 'than anything to me (which I agree in full): What about living in New York Annoys You These Days? People not Being happy with my phone Because is not as cool as Their phone, or That They have some features I do not have and they're always showing me, "Oh, my phone can do this" and "my phone can do that " Genius. Jerry Seinfeld in New York Magazine [ *], [read via Guia Soncini]
a city '"on wire" 
what 's the sense of this city', I mean, who can 'tell?
I know is, in my small way, that everyone is doing acrobatics.
a city 'on the thread where everyone decides how high to place the wire, some a bit' more 'at the top, others a bit' more 'below, but in the end the sense of being here and' the feeling of walking on the wire .
after a while 'all give up. place "safe", the big house, children, friends and family.
like the petals of a flower's friends if they go one by one.
those who choose to remain that aletzza put the rope, how much risk they want to take in continuing to play.
then there are those who put themselves into a corner and disappear gradually sucked out of life "local" of the suburb, cutting the bridges one by one.
not for me. the rope and leave it up to high pass below us with a smile and we are dedicated to wine and the hills.
slow drift and 'boring.
and I say this after a series of party nights out between the Metropolitan Opera and Yakitori Totto. Mica
pizza and figs.
last weekend at the book fair of art at PS1 then atraversare throughout Long Island City to walk to the ever so cool Noguchi Musem [Socrates Park and I only discovered in recent days have been created by Mark di Suvero], still dreaming of finding a factory willing to become our home .. . hmmm impossible dream, I know. And to close the patio of the restaurant usually greek Astoria. 
