So according to astrologer Susan Miller - whose monthly forecasts on astrologyzone.com I follow religiously - today is supposed to be a big day for me; Saturn is no longer in retrograde, and some other planet (Uranus maybe) is aligning with it so that a big career opportunity is supposed to land in my lap, in repayment for all the hard work I’ve done the past three years (incidentally, for all you studly stalker-rapists out there who want to see if we’re a match, my sun sign is Capricorn).
But it’s 11:04pm and I’m not Artforum associate editor yet, so I’m feeling like Ms. Miller is a liar. That, or I’m taking over The Kitchen between now and Thursday (she said on or around the 15th. Move over Tim Griffin, your tenure is done). Or, I’ll have to settle for my vase of fresh flowers, which I ripped from some well-maintained garden in Red Hook today as I walked to the jetty.
I’ve lived here more than two years, and I still think Red Hook is one of the most breathtaking spots in the city, and while it’s great anytime of the year, it’s really wonderful when covered in mist, fog, and light rain, which brings out all the shades of grey in the water and rocks and really gives the fog horns their slightly ominous, maritime purpose. I felt cracked out from a late night partying with the Participant crew, so today instead of writing I went out to the water before the rain set in.
After gazing out at the harbor for a long time like a psych patient, I met artist Conrad Ventur for coffee then a beer at Ice House (don’t mix your uppers and downers children), where we waited out the storm. Heading to our respective homes after a lull in the weather, we walked through Coffey Park as the sun went down and everything around us, wet from rain, turned a deeper shade of green.