Yesterday I saw this Hilma af Klint show at MOMA--a very odd and wonderful display of her precise botanical drawings, her peculiar diagrammatic visions of atoms and plant propagation, and the meanings that stood behind each plant she studied: oddly precise emotional or physical states such as "Belief in help during mountain climbing / Don't forget paradisiacal virginity." The show was a revelation of obsession, with something Dickinsonian about it, and Jeannie and I were mesmerized.

Today P and I are going to take the ferry to the Rockaways, a 45-minute ride through New York Harbor, then around Coney Island to Jamaica Bay: all for $4. I love boat rides and am looking forward to seeing the city from an entirely new angle.

And then tonight the reading at KGB . . . here's hoping I'm not too sleepy after all of that walking and air.