Sunday, 23 March 2003 | Talent

(Today) I watched martial artists spring from their feet to their hands while twisting their bodies and drawing arcs in the air with their feet; quick-wristed frisbee players snap discs out of the air with hands hidden behind their backs; roller skaters slide over smooth pavement backward, forward, airborne; a singer take advantage of the echo underneath a bridge in Central Park; a cowboy hat-wearing subway performer sing an impromptu song to my subway car about taking the L train to Brooklyn; break dancers spin on their hands and their backs and heads like wind-up toys; clips of films and acceptance speeches of accomplished actors, writers, and directors. And all day I've been reminded of practice and perfected skill and performance, and I've been wondering whether it's necessary to give up the range of things you're interested in and choose only one, in order to be really freaking good.

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By the way, yesterday's peace march down Broadway was much better than anything I'd been to so far. Rather than try to describe it, I'll post pictures from the three rolls that I took once I get them back.