Slept past 8; Bree was already out Aquacycling in Tribeca, something she's doing weekly as physical therapy. Met her at Film Forum for 12:30 showing of In Jackson Heights (Frederick Wiseman, 2015). I live here, but it isn't about me. Several strands, but its ultimately a portrait of the immigrant, gay, and transgender communities, and the coming displacement of small businesses. One could critique its critique, but it's remarkable how much sheer time Wiseman gives to individual but representative stories and voices. The taxi school scene is incredible. Late lunch at Oaxaca on Greenwich. Convinced Bree to continue to Designer Shoe Warehouse with me; mine are beyond repair. 2 pair wingtips, 1 black one in a slightly fake faded brown that doesn't offend me (and that no one else will notice) down there at my feet. Better made oxbloods: too expensive. In return, accompanied Bree into Whole Foods. Nice to spent that much time together. Parted ways, went to Strand; bought new Ron Padgett, Alissa Quart's book, and a collection of C. Wright Mills's essays from the dollar carts. Read a bit at Think, then drafted (longhand, did not have laptop today) a couple of HDH grafs. Honestly, probably wrote as much as use in that hr as I did yesterday sequestered in the library for 6. Finished Chaix on the way home, read fairly far into Briante: "This is how cities are founded at the point where you refuse to go further." That's good, and I will finish, but I'm afraid overall the 1st section was the peak. Home about 10; spent an hr at home reboxing books strewn about while Nate was hear and otherwise tidying front room. Also came home to news of the killings in Paris.