Oh Shit. Jim Carroll just died: [link]

Jim Carroll has died at age 60 from a heart attack at his home in Manhattan.

In 1978 he released “The Basketball Diaries”, an autobiographical account of of being a teenager in New York City, which in 1995 was made into a film staring Leonardo DiCaprio and Mark Wahlberg. In 1978 he also formed his punk rock/new wave group The Jim Carroll Band, which released the single “People Who Died” in 1980 and now sadly Jim is one of those people.

the hood seems friendly to her, despite the crazy house & yard.

In my neighborhood, someone would have called the cops on her for not having a manicured lawn and for being odd in public. It's not an oddity friendly hood.

I figure if I don't learn about these people, how will I ever judge them in a future essay collection?

Also, I am having a weird time with the online dating thing in that people often ask me what I've written. I can't give away what I've written without giving away who I am, really, and I'm not really ready for that in an initial email.

people often ask me what I've written.

"Some books... about stuff. You like stuff, right?"

Sorry. Do you tell them this?:

I can't give away what I've written without giving away who I am, really, and I'm not really ready for that in an initial email.

I'm sure it doesn't do great things for the property values of her immediate neighbors (we are rowhouses) but at the same time, I'm happy to see an eccentricity that looks to be long-running, and some acceptance of it. I'm not kidding when I say I'd love to know her story. I may introduce myself. That sounds all voyeuristic, but...well, she looks interesting. I've introduced myself to less interesting looking neighbors, why not her.

I love this hood.

Burrell, that's the sort of shit it seems only Federer can pull off. And to have it be the penultimate shot! At least, for Djokovic's sake, it wasn't the last one. That would have been too much. But the look on his face of "Seriously? Seriously? In a match with me???" made me laugh.

I only know the name of the woman who used to be the apartment manager. It occurs to me that means I don't know the names of the current apartment manager. More and more people are moving out--I currently recognise the tenants of about four apartments, three of which are the kid-containing apartments. Hard to avoid those, because, four year olds and noise noise noise. Noise which you're not allowed to complain about, I'm pretty sure. Which doesn't seem fair--if I were making it, I'd get in trouble.

Well, at least it's not late, only early.

I wish Serena Williams would apologize. ESPN2 is covering the women's final, and they read a statement from her, but it was a total fauxpology.

Djokovic's expression cracked me up. Sort of an affectionate, envious "You bastard."

ESPN2 is covering the women's final, and they read a statement from her, but it was a total fauxpology.

She calmed down so fast for the press conference, it looked like, that she wasn't even allowing room for an apology--like there was no need. What was she like at the start of it?

She still has one match to play. She should probably apologise before that. The NY crowd is not polite.

I couldn't not look. Unsurprisingly she hasn't tweeted since then.