Richard Feynman in Central Park

I dreamed of a coffeehouse full of toys and couldn’t find a place to return my dirty dishes and when I did they had all become screws and it was necessary to sort them into specific compartments. I dropped them on the floor and a fluffy white dog went to eat them so I picked them up but they multiplied like hydra heads and my wife was waiting outside with arugula in her hair.

Yesterday I went to Central Park for the first time since moving here. My good friend came with me and we stopped at a mini book fair on the way. He bought a book of Japanese Poetry and I wished I could commit to reading Good Omens by Neil Gaiman and Terry Pratchett. I couldn’t commit because here in my apartment sit a small detachment of my army of books, the rest of which I’ve locked in storage on Fulton Street in East New York, and I’ve decided not to move until I’ve read all of them.

Good Friend found a copy of On the Road and handed it to me and I remembered why I haven’t read either Good Omens or Harold Bloom’s Shakespeare: The Invention of the Human. It’s because I keep rereading On the Road and Catch 22.

We walked through the park for about half an hour, took some pictures and threw a few loose quarters at a guy playing an Erhu. There were two guys actually, in separate parts of the park, but the first sounded like a train derailment shrouded in sackcloth and ashes.

Then we walked out of the park and I said, “I’m unimpressed.”

Good Friend said he thought it was great but I could tell he thought it was good.

We walked up the west side of the park looking for a bodega to get some stakeout coffee without realizing that we were in the one place in the world least likely to contain a bodega. This fact became apparent after a few blocks and I looked at the map on my phone to find a more likely location.

We were surprised to see that the blue dot indicated we had covered only about one percent of Central Park. Richard Feynman said, “Explore the world. Nearly everything is really interesting if you go into it deep enough.” Gordon Flanders said, “Walk around dispassionately. Nearly everything is really a waste of time if you go into with the right attitude.”

Dukes and Queens and Things Like That

The Goodreads quote of the day today is from Richard Feynman:

Nobody ever figures out what life is all about, and it doesn’t matter. Explore the world. Nearly everything is really interesting if you go into it deeply enough.

Yeah that’s pretty good. Who cares what it’s all about, just find something to be interested in for a hundred years and you won’t have to worry about it anyway.

Sometimes I think about living in the moment and then I think I am living in the moment or trying to and then I think well when I’m dying will I look back and remember this moment and think well I was really living there, so that’s great. I think when I’m dying I won’t be able to remember anything I did, except sleep a lot. I’m the best at sleeping.

I really like these lyrics from “The Two Sides of Monsieur Valentine” by Spoon:

He makes love to the duke

He sword fights the queen

He steals the whole show

In his last dying scene

I like dukes and queens and kings and things like that in songs, like in Bob Dylan’s “Lily, Rosemary and the Jack of Hearts,” or in Captain Beefheart’s “Party of Special Things to Do.”