A walk into Brooklyn. This city is... too much to say.

There's sorta too much to share about my last few days, so I give up and will give you just a couple of the many photos. Maybe I will start to just give you photos here and my writing will be in my books. (but I know how much people would rather just look at a colorful picture for a few moments rather than read something for a few hours...). What to do...

The Lineup

12 months in japan - color edition (expensive and needs reformatting; know any good publishers?)


Fractals of Lake - newest edition. affordable, uplifting.


Kafka's Riddle of Evolution - Want to understand how Kafka dealt with the idea of evolution?


12 months in japan - black and white edition = more affordable. (make sure lulu prints this well; contact me if there are any problems - and that goes for all of my books)


Fractals of Lake - another version (there are multiple front/back covers)

The titles above can be perused and bought here: http://stores.lulu.com/tgrudin

And last but not least, check out these great titles from the wisest and dearest mother and father (a selection of their work):

Chaucer and the Politics of Discourse

Time and the Art of Living

The Grace of Great Things: Creativity and Innovation

American Vulgar: The Politics of Manipulation Versus the Culture of Awareness

On Dialogue: An Essay in Free Thought

The Most Amazing Thing

I feel like quoting Napoleon Dynamite's brother (when he is talking about his new girlfriend) about how my moving to this city has been "the best thing that has ever happened to me." Of course it's summer and I just got my vacation and I just feel good. And it's my friends who make this place for me, not necessarily the place itself. So I must thank my friends again and again, for I have never felt so good.

It's funny how one almost has to feel guilty when life is abundantly good (especially when we admit it to others). It's as if we are simply not allowed to enjoy ourselves in my generation. And if we do enjoy ourselves, we must do it secretively so as to not make others feel left out. But enough of that; that's to change. Let's adopt the French joie de vivre.

Yesterday was Rockaway Beach and then the McCarren Park Pool concert with Blonde Redhead playing a pretty tantalizing set (of which the first (and better) half was spent desperately trying to get in to the venue, which was free but full).

Brooklyn: Sunrise from the Roof

If I haven't written lately it's because I haven't really been able to. The teacher program for us teachers this summer has really taken it out of me. Thank god it's over this week.

The photos below were all neighborhood photos. Park Slope is a nice place, I must say. In 8 minutes I can make it to Prospect Park, a park that rivals Central Park in quality of space and beauty (it was designed by the same man, so there are some similarities, but there seem to be more big, open green spaces in Prospect).

This morning's sunrise was pleasant. Tomorrow (my last day of summer training) I teach Shakespeare to high schoolers in Brooklyn and then in September I teach intro French to high schoolers in Clinton/Hell's Kitchen, Manhattan.


Wish me luck, T