boog city festival

My bus was over an hour late out of Buffalo. It had been held up en route from Toronto at the border (reminding me of Hejinian's line, "where there are borders there is barbarism"), and we took a long scenic route through beautiful New York State. Which means I missed the Sidewalk readings. I've just awakened under the Williamsburg Bridge & will walk it this morning with Jaye to Cakeshop. Hooray. Eating raisins, dried bananas, unsalted sunflower seeds & apple rings. Lots of literature. LOTS. Brooklyn is cool.