I am in here.
Besides this place, I keep writing a “regular” journal by hand, currently in Moleskine notebooks like Bruce Chatwin (who would be one of my literary idols right now if I ever got around to having them any more — not sure why I don’t) did. Last night’s dream: I am, in waking life, coming to … Continue reading dream: writing, and writing
get Lucy the Cat to the vegetarian to get her nether regions checked out take Other Patti and our friend, Sally, to the Apple store to get them PowerBooks go to lunch with Other Patti and our friend, Sally
… To blog in. I like, at least, to have the illusion that something is happening. So now I’m going to resort to Shakespeare, which for me is about as close as you can get to Torah without actually being Torah. You wouldn’t think, what with Shakespeare being dead and all, that his works would … Continue reading Too quiet of a day
New York City loves me so much that it doesn’t want me to leave. Ever. Yesterday’s flight out was cancelled, as was the one they rebooked me on today. However, the nice Delta lady assures me I’m definitely on another, non-cancelled, one. I even have a seat assignment. Relief overwhelms your correspondent at this moment, … Continue reading New York loves me
white pebble 