Telegraph From Beijing Part 1
Bad sleep the night before (what’s new?). Long long day of packing, cooking baby food, sorting clothes. Baba helping with Lushkin. Katya “why can’t we ever do anything on time?”. Finally out the door, almost 7pm. Night drive to LA.…
It Might Just Be A Great Day
Off to a soaring start, though sleep is still a corrugated surface. Packing it up, packing it in, trying to streamline yet still be comprehensive. Thinking that expectations are like putting a soft blanket on the future, but the future…
In Bloom
I keep forgetting to mention (to the noosphere in general) the “bloom”: here in the palm-and-desert aerie, we have the blessing of an early bloom. This is always a beautiful shock to my inner-climate-sense, since I grew up in {was forged…
All Tomorrow’s Parties
Sometimes I think that these days are the compressed moments seen quickly, from the corner of the eye, in the half-light of the past… a moment of falling asleep, or of seeing the black window and thinking that it could…
Jumbalaya
We’re all survivors, but who transcends survival? –joan baez. History is all about polishing the edges and flattering the ego, so don’t worry about that part of it while you’re doing the work. –todf
The Grain of the Voice
Tired. My ears are buzzing like they’re filled with boar bristles. Electric boar bristles. It’s been a long day. My throat is a continuous lost sigh. I am going to bed.
Floating…
Trying to pull off the cobwebs of sleep, leftover from the long and spine-scraping weekend. When Iryna is sick, the whole world is off-kilter. Sleep was the first sacrifice. Yesterday, a nice “day off”, was confounded by an overtaxed nervous…
Housewarming
SO I have fallen behind with my Gravity’s Rainbow reading. I don’t know exactly why, but it’s not ‘catching’ me like Infinite Jest did. Not yet anyway. There have been beautiful passages thus far: the opening (“a screaming comes across…