May 3. Spring in Riverside Park, incredibly sad because of the children. How would this magical time normally have ended? With nothing but a few more years in my memory banks? Would there have been a gradual transition, or would the end have come just as abruptly when they would suddenly have lost interest in spending weekends with me or riding their bikes through the park?
May 2. It isn’t just that you wouldn’t say it like that in English, you wouldn’t even think it in English in the first place.
May 1. Finally finished the blog post. Even half an hour earlier I would have said that I was about to throw it away, but now I’m glad to have put the thoughts into a halfway acceptable form. J is glad that maybe now I’ll finally stop talking about the same things all the time.
April 30. Analysis by Jonathan Haidt of why in social media the boundaries are being drawn with such a vengeance, why the others are being publicly denounced and dissenters in one’s own ranks just as much. Relief for two reasons: First, I’m not imagining it, and second, these are explainable, predictable effects.
April 29. First evening on the Baylander in the new season. The owner welcomes people, us especially. I imagine what it would be like to be that owner, and everyone comes and wants to be in the place I created.
Half-high, then low, then setting, then set sun.
April 28. Renew library card because J needs a Statista account, and the NYPL has a Statista account, because the NYPL has everything. Masks are encouraged, not required at the New York Public Library, it says on the front door. At the circulation desk, two employees sit behind the Plexiglas pane, one without a mask and one with a surgical mask.
April 27. The medications we carry around with us and take in as prescribed or needed: external glands.
April 26. It is the first time I want to be good for somebody.
April 25. People wearing cloth masks have now become a shocking sight.
April 24, back in Manhattan. Yesterday the third or fourth therapy session in real time text. I watch my therapist type and correct her typos. She asks good questions, simple questions that get me thinking in confused ways. I still wouldn’t rule out her being an AI, though I think I found her on Instagram and LinkedIn.