I am in here.
I told you all a while back that my son, Peter, got me to watch Jean-Luc Godard’s Band of Outsiders. In particular, he had me watch the famous-in-certain-circles dance scene. It’s now a favorite of both of us. It only just now occurred to me that YouTube might have it. Silly me. It’s the opposite … Continue reading The best dance scene in the world
Well, okay, Letters from Chautauqua. But I love it here. I haven’t updated as much because, well, nothing happens in paradise, does it? That’s rather the definition of paradise: always the same loveliness. But tomorrow is the trip home, and to always the same… unloveliness? No, that’s not what I mean. But there will be … Continue reading Letters from Paradise
Peter is sitting next to me. He says, in response to “What should I write about?”, “Write a screenplay.” I’m not sure that’s gonna work. First of all, that would mean there’s a plot hanging about around here, and I sense none. Or there could be, and I haven’t looked for it. It’s hard to … Continue reading sunny morning
This week in Boulder has been strangely productive for us. “Strangely” because usually we’re here for a vacation, and end up sitting around or taking all sorts of fitness classes (that’s Buck). But no, we went to Denver yesterday to see it. The last time we went to Denver was when we were here with … Continue reading The week in Boulder
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