Here I am in New Haven, at Yale, at the main library. Sterling Memorial Library. It’s like a church to books. Nice and cool inside too. New Haven is a peculiar place: ultramonied Yale a few blocks away from some of the most concentrated poverty in the US. Lots of construction going on, roadwork. There are restaurants everywhere. A bar that has a sign advertising LATIN NIGHT! $5 MARTINIS!

Jessi looks tired out. Thin, pinched. She’s taking a 2-week vacation to Colorado in a few weeks luckily. But I’m happy to see her. Catching up. She’s spewed a lot of anti-east Coast bitterness as we’ve been talking, which has surprised me. Not that I disagree with her. She seems certain that she will not end up in NYC after graduation. She said, “I’ve seen more bad theater in New York this year than I did the entire time I lived in Chicago.” You have to be rich to live in NYC with any degree of comfort. She says, “Paying $800 a month to share a 3-bedroom apartment with 4 other people, and a bedroom the size of a closet where there’s not even enough room to hang up your clothing … it’s not on my agenda.” She says she’ll consider a job wherever one is offered. She doesn’t graduate until next may but it’s good that she’s already looking. I told her it’d be awesome if something came up for her in Santa Fe. She’d love it there, I have a feeling. She wants to move out west somewhere dry. Get away from the humidity.

By total coincidence, Dave Brubeck is giving a free concert here tomorrow! We’re going. Awesome.

It’s not as hot as previously, but still quite sticky. The trip yesterday was long and boring. I swear, next time I’m just going to take Amtrak. I don’t care what my destination is. Every plane was late. I travelled for 12 hours. Screw that.