How the other half lives...

I spent an hour and a half this morning passing out slef-made postcards promoting the idea of a bookstore in the neighborhood....consideing that i am the first one to usually ignore someone else doing the same thing, I came into it understanding that I was going to get a lot of averted eyes and shaking of the head...

What I came very present to was being able to let go of the refusals of strangers...because many people do want to be left alone in the morning. What I also noticed is the the design of the postcard was very effective. When I figure out how to post photos on this blog, I'll send you a copy. Many people walked past, caught a glance, and came back. Others took one look at it and took a moment to say "Yes!". Another pledged to forward an e-mail to her friends...and although it was sporadic, the vocal support was encouraging.

When it really comes down to it, i don't think that anyone doesn't want a bookstore in the neighborhood, the question becomes an issue of how many people are passionate about having a bookstore in the neighborhood. and that is going to be the main issue that all of this revolves around.

On an unrelated note, as i headed out this morning, I discovered what at first i thought was vomitus half-way down the stairs - some large remnant of a take out binge-and-purge on a slow Tuesday night. it ended up that it was a few slices of pepperoni pizza, poised as if it were some sort of culinary hit-and-run victim, or pizza-pie roadkill. Perhaps I should put up police tape and bring in the crime lab...should I go with Crossing Jordan, NCIS, or one of the 3 CSI teams? I suppose it would have been more poetic if the offending roommate had been passed out beside it...I would rather leave it there for them to clean up, but then, if it isn't dealt with before I go to get my hair cut, it may still be there when/if my girlfriend comes over tonight....so either I come up with a really good story, or ...

An Introduction...

Welcome to what I hope will be the chronicle of the creation of a new bookstore in Astoria, Queens.

What will follow in the coming weeks is a detailed story of what it ends up taking to make this dream a reality.

Some assembly required.