Monday, March 17, 2008
Things came crashing down in New York this weekend, both literally and metaphorically. I’m sure you heard about the crane that toppled about 20 blocks north of where I live, shearing the side off an apartment building and smashing a town house to smithereens. And then we had the collapse of Bear Stearns, one of our large investment banks. Shaky times in the big city!
Fortunately, none of this crashing struck me personally, at least not directly. I had a good weekend. I was able to get everything done and also sit a bit, as well as make some headway in the Beatles biography I’m reading. It was terrific to withdraw from the world for a while and just do my own thing. I really needed it.
I went to see a Moroccan movie, “Waiting for Pasolini,” last night with my friend Kelly. She and I served in the Peace Corps in Morocco together, and we enjoyed the movie’s depiction of village life. The movie was filmed near Ouarzazate, which looks a lot different from the part of the country where I lived, near Ait Baha. But all the scenes in the village nonetheless reminded me of my life in Morocco and made me homesick for those two years. It’s an interesting movie, if you have a chance to see it.
(Photo: Greenpoint, Brooklyn, Feb. 2008)