There is Too Much To Do (A Lament)

And not enough time to fit it all in. I wish I could divide myself into five and go and have all these experiences and make it to everything. But if I started off with five Lizzles in New York, then it would rapidly expand to a hundred Lizzles, not just taking on a city or dotting a country, but covering the entire globe.

I'm slated to go to a Yankees game tomorrow night, and then I've committed myself to activities on Wednesday and (possibly, still thinking about it) Thursday. But look! There are so many other things to do! Inconveniently scheduled at the same time, hence the need for a multi-corporeal unified experience.

Welcome Back Mr MacDonald seems like an interesting film - I'd never heard of it before, but after reading a brief synopsis (a radio actress wants to change a small part of an otherwise perfectly acceptable script, which results in all the other members of the cast and crew wanting to change parts of it - on air - and a completely different drama) I really, really want to see it.

Or see Jeremy Chan, who plays the likes of Stravinsky, Schubert, and Arvo Part. I'm half in love with Part's music; not like Stravinksy and Schubart aren't masterful, but Part's music is so compelling. The 39 Steps is playing in Bryant Park tomorrow, there's Steindler's Thanks for a Good Morning (also something I hadn't heard of), Rufus Wainwright performing... There are opportunities for Saturday afternoon activities, like surf lessons(!) and jazz parties (among other things). Not to mention I still need to see the Alexander McQueen exhibit at the Metropolitan and the Alhambra exhibit at the Botanical Gardens. Somebody kick me.

Thus, lament, oh lament, that I am just one singular person in this singular cacophonic slurry of lights, sights, sounds, breaths, and sighs.