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Going to a reading of Amy Hempel tonight, one of my favorite writers, for the bellevue literary journal. Bellevue is a frightening place filled with derranged people, but the reading is in the lobby, so no big danger. When I worked at a city hospital in the bronx I occasionally had to go to Bellevue to work on a project with this friendly albino girl named Stephanie, who was perfectly nice and normal, but the overall experience was not pleasant. We were tucked away in a windowless office in the maternity ward, but even that wasn't safe. It was a large administrative office where several people worked; the woman closest to the bathroom would dart in there and lock the door any time she saw you coming towards it. Everyone else was relatively normal, or kept their psychoses to themselves. The maternity ward itself was a strange labyrinth of hallways and rooms and metal doors. Security guards were posted by the elevators, but I can't imagine how anyone who tried to steal a newborn could ever find their way out. Jacobi, where I worked, was no prettier, but most of the people were nice. It was a public tuberculosis sanitarium in the fifties and still had that institutional feel.

went to a birthday party at d.o.c. wine bar last night for my librarian friend, sherri. good cheese.

Is this the point of a blog, to write down all the random, boring thoughts that pass through your head instead of just thinking about them? Apparently.