the great leslie

I haven't written anything in a while...I keep thinking of things and then they leave me. Someone says: "Bring a notebook." Which I do. Two or three, as it were. But still, these BRILLIANT ideas escape me.

There's no air-conditioning in my office. It's miserably hot. At home I just lie on the bed and alternately look at the fan and the television. Here, I have to do stuff. Stuff with words and computers and the like.

I love the zeitgeist of summer: that breezy, forever young, not-a-care-in-the-world feeling. But the actuality of summer in New York City is something else entirely. Sure, there's a lot of free stuff going on, but who wants to swing dance at Lincoln Center when it's 100 degrees outside?