I am in here.
I bought Don’t Let’s Go to the Dogs Tonight right before lunch. I plop myself into the last seat at the crowded bar at Longhorn’s, start reading, and the next thing I know, Diane the bartender is saying, “Hey, I’ve been talking to you a couple of times now and you didn’t hear a thing … Continue reading Absorbed in a book
Waking up to poetry, and the possibilities for today. Shabbat beginning at sundown, which is longer and longer off as the spring passes. I hope the daily trivia does not suck me into it, so that I end up wondering where all the time passed, and regretting. At the end of such a day, I … Continue reading days of words
From The New York Review of Books: The World on a String It is better to be wrong than to be vague. — Freeman Dyson
So where is the energy I am supposed to get with springtime? Or am I not supposed to get any? I can’t remember. But the fact is, I have none. I want to sleep all day, especially if the morning is chilly like today’s was. Doesn’t help that Beeper woke up at about 2 a.m. … Continue reading energy
white pebble 