Marking Time: Ten Years Ago

[Pink Pig Time Machine by Wilfrid:  September 9, 2013]

An uneventful start to September, 2003, although my diary does tell me about one restaurant I hardly remember at all: Jefferson on West 10th in the Village.  Long closed, I guess.

But apparently I are there.

First, I visited the Malevich Suprematism show at the Guggenheim (his canvases have seemed increasingly faded over the years), and made two visits to the knockout Max Beckmann retrospective presented by MoMA at its temporary home in Queens.

So, Jefferson (or was it The Jefferson?): summer vegetable flan, roast black silky (a tricky bird to roast), and apple pot-stickers.  I may have hundreds of meals committed to memory, but this wasn't one of them.

At home, I made cheap and easy supper, serving longaniza links over lentils with a mustard dressing.  And I ventured out for a lunch of sahsimi and black cod with miso at Ten Sushi.

The Yankees were beating the Red Sox.  Johnny Cash passed away, and I played the first American Recordings album.  I continued my project of reading right through William Faulkner.  And so the summer drifted away.