This is more to test that uploading images as well as everything else is working alright, and to say that the folks behind my hosting company were right on top of things earlier today when I requested their support. After getting the uploading files problem solved, they even looked into further issues at the WordPress [...]
The problem with uploading the image is probably something to do with my host, according to WordPress support. Well, so then this morning in my inbox:
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Due to multiple reasons, I am unable to dedicate the amount of time needed to provide the best support to [...]
Having technical difficulties. If I wasn’t, here you’d see a scan of an old story about my journal writing workshops I came across in the sorting and packing from Columbia’s daily. If I’ve got a chance, tomorrow I’ll troubleshoot what the problem is. Fascinating stuff, I know.
This is my beautiful house.
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Today. As it has been for 10 years. Same as it ever was, same as it ever was… Well not quite the same. Besides the new roof, the new AC, the new! improved! bathroom and all the rest, we have put so much TLC into it, that now it’s hard to [...]
Who we write for; who we write from. I came across a photocopied poem taped to the mirror in the restroom of a bar in Tribeca, where C. and I stopped off one late Sunday afternoon years ago, which I later learned was written by Juan Ramón Jiménez. The Spanish, that is; as for the [...]
A completely uneven day in a way that’s nearing intolerable. Dentist first. Then, after preparing for a conference call, when the time for said call comes and goes without the call, I find that I’ve gotten the date wrong. This is likely related to the fact of how I am, subsequent to post-birthday evaluating things, [...]
Still thinking about journaling, public and private, and came across this:
“Things I would not tell anyone, I tell the public.”
~ Michel de Montaigne
(screenshot image, Wikipedia)
Post birthday celebration. A birthday — marking time, marking years — leads to reflection naturally, of course. The “tool” or place for that, for me, is my (not-public) journal, where this takes the form of sketches, fragments … whatever form it takes. I’ve kept journals since forever, but the impulse to do so is stronger [...]
Franz Kafka and I were both born on July 3 (he in Prague in 1883, me, not). This is what he wrote on his 30th birthday:
3 July. The broadening and heightening of existence through marriage. Sermon text. But I almost sense it.
When I say something it immediately and finally loses its importance, when I write [...]