the best dressed man in Philadelphia

picks up his daughter from St. Peter's school every afternoon.


shirts and slacks always pressed to perfection.


spectacles glistening.
shoes shining, two black pearls.


"sir, where do you have your clothing pressed?"


oh yes, between two majestic clouds, ironed by an angel's wings.








i should have known----


today, i found out he's British.

i recently went apple picking:::hempiteras are still being found in my clothing

which is exciting because they are my favorite kind of bug.



today i found out...people actually read this...maybe I should start using proper punctuation, grammar, words in the english language. and so maybe this is one place where i don't have to feel so composed...like eating a dinner without the napkin on my lap.




so i'll talk about this strange day before i tell you about what i've been wanting to tell you.




i woke early and had some severely aquarian indecisiveness about where to get coffee. i don't have a coffee pot, nor a french press (which is a travesty really, the way I drink coffee) i found myself at THE EARTH CUP because the air was cool and i like to ride my bicycle in the coolness. the sky was blue and i thought---yes, so it is that i want to sit outside. rationale. ((((the barista)))) gave me a shot of espresso for free. I ended up sitting with the 'photographer' for awhile. he's a busy fellow. he's kind of famous. i felt kind of famous....but it seems these days i'm spending more and more time with supposed "VIP's". Leaving for ballet class, I saw T, my neighbor...he says "YOU ARE ALWAYS CHANGING YOUR HAIR", I said "yes of COURSE! as is the weather these days"




Dance class (see below), afterwards, I went to go sit and rest my ballet legs before heading home. Already i felt that the city was so small. I was a little disgruntled because I craved the anonymity that one can only seem to get in NYC. Of course, at the park, I see my neighbor "T" selling his art work. Then, I run into an artist I knew from way back---she looked like a sketch book---unshaven legs, mashed together clothes collected from the roadside. She was talking with a professional hairstylist who said "you have beautiful hair, I WANT TO CUT AND STYLE IT" okay "yes, sure, when, where?" OK, so at the park someday soon, I shall have a professional cut my hair in broad day light. What a strange day...Of course I get back from work and neighbor "T" wants me to come see the design of his living room. THEME=STAR WARS. (it was actually really nice)





so this is my life. I woke up wanting to continue delving into "Hopeful Monsters" by Nicholas Mosely. The hour I finally dug my nose was the subway ride home post work.






you know, i don't think fall fashion has really got its leg up on the table. this is frustrating. today i thought about my brown combat boots waiting to be torn out of storage and plopped on my feet for street entertainment come autumnal weather---but god, summer, is holding on with a death grip.







so i wanted to tell you about how i'm finally taking class from NATALIA. and that I finally admitted to myself yesterday that I AM NOTAMODERNDANCER.



which means, I don't know what I am because I'm certainly no ballerina.


but then again, neighbor "T" philosophized today---saying---"look at all this nothing! we can be whatever we want, make things be what we want. I tell a girl she sweet as sugar, and we're still having sex!" and I thought, yes okay, interesting, but what about physical limitations? Or mental limitations? Why do we always want to be "things"? It's like when people ask "so, what do you do in the city?" and I want to say, nothing. and so then, therefore, everything. I wander---but now---



i'm really interested in STRUCTURE. OPEN STRUCTURE. It's a hard line to balance.









really, I'd be really into coaching a soccer team of eight year olds. the guys who do----they're really great.


anyways...
I wanted to tell you about Natalia and how I adore every aspect of her teaching and even though I look like a fool in her class, I'm determined to be not be a fool for too much longer.


THE APPLES, THEY WERE REALLY DELICIOUS.

THE HEMIPTERAS, NOT SO MUCH.




concretely::::sweetly::::
katelyn

september is for jean jackets.

Finally, September, you've arrived. Is it really true that you will soon come to a close? Has it really been this long since I've last written. I had promised myself there would be daily, or weekly offerings. And then I thought, well, no it is not that interesting, taking note of these mundane things::::I should have something to say important.



Really, this past weekend was great. I pulled my latest night out in Philly---finally slumbering around 5am. (((reminds me of life in Barcelona))) The dancing was really good. Four hours of non stop, DJ, all thanks to the DJ. There was some great break dancing going on by two guys---one a beautiful black man who would stop mid air, supporting his entire body by one arm--it was like he suspended gravity, time for various moments in his movement. Then a lanky white guy who moved like a supreme jellyfish. God, I could have watched them for hours. ABSOLUTE.



The previous night was a great West Philly eclipse of my favorite people. J, P and I got pleasantly drunk over a meal in Chinatown and I raced to meet R via bicycle on Walnut and we rode in the night air. God, it was so good. Feeling so free in the final coolness, using my legs, feeling like I know these streets with feet and tires. We arrived on RH's porch and let ourselves in. The most vivid memory was of a jean jacket conversation---and here's what we concluded...


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K- Jean Jackets really can only be worn in September.
RC- Oh yeah? I don't see many people wearing them.
K- That's because it's September...once October first arrives, you will notice them with severe distaste.
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It was something like that. I don't really remember. Either way, jean jackets are really great. I think I might buy one with my recent funds from new job. There isn't much time left though---what. OH NO. LESS THAN TWO WEEKS!



You know, it's been a really good month to say the least---amongst the bad which has exposed itself here and there. September for me, has always been a month of awareness. A month of letting go. A month of facing realities once avoided. I suppose it's the fall when i look back on E's bicycle accident four years ago. It is as clear as if it were yesterday. The feel of the air, the blue skies, the freedom of a bicycle--until the next curve---the dangers of the bicycle staring me in the face. The confusion, the stick that caused it, that hill, the horse statue, calling out to B, the ambulance, the voice of the doctor, the tennis match on in the waiting room, the smell of my hands, losing focus, starting to walk down strange avenues with nothing else to do but wonder, what I was doing. Your world starts to look different after you watch someone come so close to death.



Yes. Let us not get too dark. It is Monday and it's finally quiet outside my window after a morning of jackhammers.


And so, the Fringe Festival is over. The show is finished.


I wonder if there will be an art lecture tonight at the studio. I'd like to hear more about the shift of a hip in a painting as the indication of alteration in Western philosophy. ____
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A baby was recently born. A sadness lingers elsewhere---this morning I walked half a mile to find the new york times--

i'm a better lady for it.
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with gratitude in having not much to say, more so to feel and exist,

K