Various Farewells

I've said goodbye to several folks already.

Harry at brunch on Saturday (Megha in the back).


Rohini on the left & Valentina on the right.


beers w/my dad at the italian joint.


blueSky folks took me out to Korean BBQ last Saturday. Baaron waiting for kimchee:


stuffed blueSky-ers.


one last round w/Ian at the pub in White Plains.


the last Mafia game at Wheeler's place.


Jinyi took a bunch of pics of bs peeps. thanks, Jinyi! here's Rosalinda with her cupcakes exposed:


Tom is always f!@#ing getting creative.


Meg, Sam, & Oded took me to Ninja in Tribeca. Hi Meg.


at Ninja, they serve sushi on dry ice and give you magic.


later, we settled into a conversation about surface normals...


it got heavy.


Here's a poem I wrote last summer:

orchard

the wind blows apples
and we enjoy pie by candle light,
--a muffled thudding on the black hills.
Mom says it sounds like a tired
confused man has lost his way.

I lie in bed listening to the foot falls
become heavy. Too heavy,
I think, to be apples, or a single man.
My parents are uncautious and should lock
the open door downstairs.

I watch one apple fall,
stretch from red to rubbery black --
becoming a boot
that fills with toes and flesh;
I hear a heel pound the dirt.

each pair of fallen apples leaves
one whole man standing in our fields
staring in through my open window.

the wind blows, they trudge
noisily toward the unlocked door.
the apples must be enormous, the men
giants, swinging shoulders to loosen
armfuls of apples from the wet leaves.

the wind is crouched down now.
though I can't hear them, I know
men stand thick in the orchard.
I wonder what I will find in the morning,
or what will find me here, in this cooling bed.