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
A day of reading, mostly Quicksilver. I can’t read more than a few psalms at a time without overdosing, and this week’s parsha is well into all of the various laws that Hashem told Moses to tell the people about. I peer into the world of evening network television, seeing what all the hubbub is … Continue reading Reading.
From Kurt over at The Coffee Sutras, an excellent haiku: Reading Basho late, a lone bird still sings outside– my bed is empty
white pebble 