Saturday January 12 2008
Lovely day, bright and cold. Walked the long dog walk, then had cereal with bananas and soy milk. Home and went back to bed for an hour, then went to lunch with Grimey and Mindy. We went to South Street, and it was pretty good. It wasn’t exceptional. Mindy said one of her co-workers fell down and broke his arm at the Basement last night. And someone stole (?) Leslie’s coat. It sounded like one of those full-moon kind of nights where the cuckoo people come out and sort of cause problems. I was glad I stayed home. Home and watched some Alan Partridge and took another nap, then worked on a little pre-production for the Sixpence, then worked on a Reggae song. I think that might be a good direction for Donovan. Maybe I will play this idea for him next week. But I also want to make my own Reggae album, so I’m torn. To Hopkins for dinner and it was an excellent fish stew. Layng texted, so I met him at PM. I was going to go downtown to see Ryan Pickett, who was working with “Hot Hot Heat”, but I got tired, so I read some “Brooklyn Follies” and talked to KJ a bit and hit the sack.