the lost boys.

yesterday started with a walk where we found bits of houses and bits of songs. and then i did nothing but catch bits of radiohead on television all day before making sandwiches and gathering cookies for a night-picnic. megan and robert and i did not see fireworks, but we looked at the lights of new jersey and attempted to warn ducks and geese and even a swan that swimming in the delaware couldn't possibly be good for them. i told them stories about pirates and wrote letters out loud. mornings have been about sex and breakfast. the going-out part of today started with buying fruit and an interesting new cheese and international yoghurt for lunch and walking home. i talked to newel, who used to be mormon, about faith and all that it engenders, the things i like, things such as doubt, and blasphemy, and heresy, and sin. and we talked about transmetropolitan, and the failure of americans to form political parties that matter, and our grandfathers, who had seen wars. i didn't get to swim for very long, but, vain as it is, i feel like i'm far too good at school. the class to which i went tonight, the one that is mostly about victorian poetry, was actually lots of fun, but school, mostly, is pedantic and repetitive and much too easy and dull. i shall drop out and have adventures elsewhere. i have insurance again, so i'll climb into a coffin and they will take my picture. oh, and the school next door, the one you can see in the i'd like to buy the world a coke commercial that was filmed on the roofs on my block, will be housing refugees from the hurricane. my store (the whole foods on south street) is collecting clothing and toiletries, if you'd care to donate. as i'm right across the street, and temporarily unemployed, i'm going to ask if there is anything i can do to help. there is a nice "welcome new neighbors!" sign in an old neighbor's window. we don't have a window on the ground floor on that side of the building, but i'd like to make something to say hi. oh! i could get sidewalk chalk! excellent. also, it has been decided that i shall be getting a puppy. yes, yes! a puppy. i'm so excited. i think i'd like to call her saint joan of arc, or molly, or gertrude stein, but these things cannot be decided until we've met. i should read things that matter, and when megan gets home we will make potato soup in which onions, which she does not like because she is the worst ever, will be replaced with squash.