Woke up from a strange dream… I was in Europe where they had Fillipino servants for everthing… including drink service in your car… like a stewardesses: “would you like coffee, or soda?”… And the Europeans were very rude to them… I suppose this came out of New York Times Magazine article on Phillapino musicians. But then the air felt like Europe this morning too and it put me in a tourist mind, so I thought I go see the Veranzano bridge finally and write on the subway (sometimes the only place I can concentrate… something about the noise and motion and then a movie came on called Marathon, about a girl who does crossword puzzles on the subway for the same reason)… so off I go.. more later.
