A bit drenched
Early this week, my old housemaster Roy Jones sent me an email asking me to check out his new website for Old Prunitians. It's really cool, got forums and I can add my five cents worth on some crazy episodes we had all those years ago (and maybe not get hired when my prospective boss reads my hogwash) and possibly catch up with some guys from the old school. There's also a 20 year reunion in South Africa on the first week of September. I may be young for this one but it would be great making it to that one. There was something defining about Plumtree that I now almost model or compare everything and every experience to my time at school. It's hard for people in this country to understand such attachment to one's Alma Mater. It's different and you have to be a "prune" to really understand. If you're reading this and are an OP, click HERE NOW and then sign up and leave you name and whatever you've been up to on the Roll Call Forum. If you're not, you can click here and read about some of the finest people on this planet. That's out of the way!It's Saturday afternoon. I'm indoors and New York is soaking under some massive thunderstorms. I was supposed to go back to England yesterday but decided to extend my stay by a couple more days - and those couple more days have turned out to be dreadful days. So much for venturing out to Governor's Island and bargain hunting in Harlem.
I can almost say that I've almost become a local of the East Village. I've almost seemed to gravitate to either Astor Place or Washington Square. It's probably where trendy meets cheap and hip mets art. I spent a good part of Wednesday at Poetry Club on Bowery listening to some Spoken Word. I stopped writing anything meaningful since high school and this blog is really my mainstay. I just happened to be uploading some of my crazy videos on You Tube when I stumbled on some pretty interesting stuff from a group at Stanford - The Stanford Spoken Word Collective. I regret not having come across their websites and videos because I could have seen them live when I was still in the Valley. I also bumped into a couple of Brits back at that Belgian beer place. I laughed at the how Europeans always seem to end up at a European water hole.
I really don't know what to make of this blog when I leave this crazy country. I started off thinking I wouldn't last two months in blogosphere and now I spend hours on end reading anecdotes from all over the world. Anyway, I have a feeling that I shall now look at good ol' Mud Island with a different set of eyes. And with the weather today in New York; what a way to bid farewell to this country - with a cheap umbrella I bought at a subway station, a precursor of what I should expect at the other end.
posted by mpenseli @ 10:55 AM
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