On Sixth Avenue we saw a woman with hair like 3D Mickey Mouse ears.

Our pal Ms. Jack-In-The-Box led us to Canal St. to look for low-cost knock-offs of the fashionable metallic-looking bags. Plastic, these, instead of leather, and $15 instead of $500. DVDs of the Fantastic Four on offer as well.

We ended up in the East Village, hit a cool shop or gallery or something on Orchard St. called The Reed Space; they had zines that were, like, limited edition and $40 each, very lovely items, I'd never thought of zines as high-end.

Doin’ a Lyndee to a Roong Roong Far sign. I need a character with that name.

Art glass rainbow on Elizabeth St. 90 degrees, everyone walking on the shady side of the street.

Mostly we’re busy going to visit THAT BABY. But walking around Manhattan a lot as well. Today on Broadway by Union Square a guy was “conducting” traffic with a baton.

A great sunset tonight, dramatic stripes of red between the city canyon walls. It’s such a great natural artifact, Manhattan, natural in that we’re like wasps or termites and this is a human-made nest. And such a great tropical reef of people, as my daughter Georgia observed. One thinks of a city as devoid of “nature” but it’s in some ways so very rich…assuming that you can view people as natural.

The big news is that I’m a grandfather!

Here she is dressed up to head home from the maternity ward! Isn’t she cute?

I love her. It’s such a tender feeling to hold the baby. Pure light and love.

Women are like those Russian dolls, with always another one inside. It’s great to see life renewing itself.

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We’re in Manhattan once again.

Brain-eating Mr. Softee trucks abound.

A taxi-motor caught fire. It’s great when you see the taxis and bike messengers fighting; they’re like natural enemies, like giant squid vs. sperm whales.

As usual there’s amazing dancers at the 34th St. subway station.

But mainly I’m thinking about my granddaughter!

We have a flag we put out on holidays, and there it was, up at dawn. A gentle symbol here in the leafy village of Los Perros.

Long may it wave! It's “our” flag too.

Quote from my 2002 journals, in Paris: I keep working on this new mental exercise of becoming coherent, of being in a mixed state, of existing in multiple parallel universes, and that feels very good. Walking in the Latin Quarter, looking at some smoke from a chimney against the sky, not naming it, just seeing it, letting its motions move within my mind, I realize I’m no different than a computer screen showing a two-dimensional cellular automaton, with the smoke like a touch-cursor dragged across my brain. I am entangled with the smoke. I am coherent, but my coherence includes the smoke, I have joined the system, merged it into me. Like the old koan, Q: I see a flag is blowing in wind: is the flag moving or is the wind moving? A: My mind is moving. Finally I get it, a nice moment of aha, a satori in Paris.

In pyjamas, reflected in a hubcap that Rudy Jr. found.