I am in here.
I guess you kind of had to have been there….. From Crossing the Rubicon2: Overheard In the coffee room of Powell’s bookstore, three teenage boys with spiky hair and skateboards were reading Interview magazine and discussing the current music scene. The conversation turned to Robert Zimmerman, a.k.a. Bob Dylan. Said one: “I don’t get why … Continue reading Bob… Dylan?
Walked down the street a fair ways, to a bookstore and a street-side café. Read and ate a big piece of cake. Now, I watch all the streetlights turn on, bit by bit. Endless sounds of partying, horns, the street, the wind. Saturday night in the big city.
In reading The Golden Compass, I’m remembering why so many so-called “adult” books bore me: very little happens in them, and even when it does, it’s hard to care about the characters it happens to. In this book, much happens, and I care about all the people, some of whom I don’t even like. I … Continue reading Newtonian physics in real life, good books, and a cat.
Today it’s official: the sap in the trees begins to flow again. Tu B’Shevat starts at sundown, which will be hard to detect with the cloud cover as thick as it is. The ice melts. The cats demand attention. The rain falls and the coffee maker works again. The books get read and the poems … Continue reading Tu B'Shevat
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