To pass the time while the copy machine in the mailroom spits out blurred copies at turtle speed, I stare at the announcements on the bulletin board. A lot of them are old. Some of them still make me chuckle, like the cartoon from The New Yorker in which a professor proclaims he’s gotten tenure while flinging his pants to the side.
One flier caught my eye a few months ago–it was about the NEH Landmark program. I could learn about Brooklyn. Now, I’ve been to Brooklyn before. I live on Long Island. We’re neighbors. But to really learn about Brooklyn, that would be really cool.
And so, here I am, several months and a few readings later, about to embark upon a time trip and on the verge of being able to plot where I’ve been complete with a photo-account. Before that, some thoughts about the readings.
Look out, hipsters, there’s a new cat in town. Almost.