Despite the fact that Toland Grinnell told me that Terminal 5 was reopening, I went out to JFK today and discovered that it was closed. 4 hours wasted. Sucks.
While out in Ozone Park, I bought a roti at a Trinidadian place and a Solo soda. (I love the image imprinted on the bottle — the side text reads: “High in Quality”)
And in what could be some very good news Prof. Freedman is interested in my book idea, which I’m keeping under wraps for now. Damn, if that went through and I got a book advance — that would be just so frickin’ cool. We’ll see.
Just finished One Palestine, Complete, the day after Arafat’s death. Somehow seems fitting. Am now reading Serpent in Paradise, a British woman’s account of living on Pitcairn Island in the 1990s. Fascinating.
