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If only. I’ve had osteoarthritis attacks since I was in college (diagnosed much later).

Aged 87. And it was either earlier this year or late last year I saw a gallery on 5th Avenue near Bergdorf stuffed, absolutely stuffed floor to ceiling with his prolific production. His work has been something I've seen constantly in this city for a quarter of a century and the seminal book "Working Spaces" taught me so much about how to look at art. Just to make it smart a little more, the New Yorker has a short obituary in its files by Schjeldahl, who of course missed this.

Explanations I have abandoned. As soon as my shoulder impingement eased I enjoyed the gift of arthritis in my left foot. That went after a few days but has returned today in my left knee.

And coming out of all that, in her "conversation" with Wayne Koestenbaum he enthusiastically praises Marie Redonnet, a French writer I'd never heard of. I tend to trust Wayne, so I dug Hotel Splendid out of the library. Wonderful and turns out to be one of three short novels written in the same year and with kind of a common theme: central female character overcoming a catastrophic environment. The others are Forever Valley and Rose Mellie Rose. They are not much more than novellas, can be read in an evening or two, and are widely available in used editions for next to nothing (yes, I now own them). Hugely recommended.

Maggie Nelson season here with the publication of Like Love, a collection of essays and "conversations" (sometimes long email exchanges). A week later, by chance, I found a used copy of Women, the New York School and Other True Abstractions. I'd looked for it online in the past, but guess I didn't like the prices. That left only one book by her I didn't own and it came in the mail yesterday, Red Parts. I tried to review my Maggie Nelson collection this morning, but she is such a various and versatile writer that her books are in different places in different rooms. There's the poetry, the criticism, the memoirs, a book of ethics and the unclassifiable Bluets. Still, they're all here somewhere.

Criteron Channel teaching me again. Three films by Michael Roemer, who I'd never heard of. First up, Nothing But a Man. Here's me being dumb. The female lead's face radiates from the screen. Captivated I look at the cast list. Abbey Lincoln. Hmm. Name sounds familiar. Moments pass. Oh duh, it should sound familiar. It's the great singer and I didn't know she had made (a few) movies.

Oh good, I like that.

My shoulder impingement is trivial in comparison. And it's getting better.

One block from me, good cocktails at that price and they have records and a turntable. Remember those, whatsamatter with that?

I am sorry, but he was seriously still alive???

This thread is very exclusive of people with shoulder problems.

I know Tile Bar. Will spend the extra $2 elsewhere.

New York winning is fun I like that.

A few weeks ago I had some pain reminiscent of the sciatica I had years ago. Happily the same stretches from years ago still work.

Ah I missed the bit where it said "heur heureux" (as the frech inexplicably don't call it). Still, a $12 martini is happy hour in my neighborhood, so that's a very good price for Koloman.

Inescapable in my line of work. I've hosted them, I've appeared as a guest on them and, yes, I've listened to them.

May 7. And you can enter your email to get notified here: https://hinds.os.fan/boomboomback

I love those movies so much.

Yay, it seems fixed. Three months of physio. Long time since I’ve been pain free. Annoyance? My body won’t let me celebrate: gives me three days of arthritis in my foot. Some time in the next couple of days I will be Pain Free. How long, who knows?

Hey maybe I could drink six of those babies!

I ate the salmon and the schnitzel which is arguably greedy. Very good.

The New York trilogy and copious translations of French literature.

Large pork chop, arugula salad, followed by Herve Mons Camembert. Heartburn, whether from dinner, watching the news or all the sirens outside, who knows?

I wouldn’t recommend the Klimt exhibit unless you are a completist like me.

New song dropping next week. Don’t worry, you will hear about it here.