I am in here.
Memories come flooding back, over the 30 intervening years, more than at any other reunion time. Perhaps it’s safe for them now. My intense need for poetry, for words. My absorption (the only word for it) of any poetry I came across, from cummings to Eliot, whom I was assured was too advanced for me. … Continue reading Memory
I idly pay a small fraction of my attention to tonight’s “Angel” episode – something about a Nazi sub during WWII (how early did that term originate: “WWII”? before the end of the war, even?). And I think, these are the descendands of Homer and the Odyssey. “Eeeeeeek!” you say. Or something more forceful yet … Continue reading Angel and stories
I’ve spent my morning dealing with the implications of yesterday’s massive memory hiccup on my Tungsten T2. Basically, nothing for it but to do a hard reset and reinstall stuff. I’ve not done this restoration stuff in a few months, and I just realized why it was so lately unfamiliar…. I no longer run Windows!!! … Continue reading my morning
Right now, I’m sitting at the coffee-house half a block away from where my son first lost faith in me as Omniscient Parent. We were sitting in the old green Jeep, on our way to somewhere, waiting at the traffic light, when he asked me a question about chemistry for his science class — he … Continue reading memory street
white pebble 