Tuesday, September 26, 2006
Because this is the way it is, I am reading the Tin House summer reading issue [Vol. 7, No. 4] now. This is Lydia Davis from Eating Fish Alone:
I love fish, but many fish should not be eaten anymore, and it has become difficult to know which fish I can eat. I carry [...]
Thursday, September 21, 2006
There was a wedding. A celebration, with a 70-some-years-old DJ, perhaps Jewish, who wore suspenders and trousers that not quite but almost were raised to his armpits and who played a great deal of rap music with which I was not familiar and to which I would not be able to move to, certainly, with [...]
Wednesday, September 13, 2006
We will be finishing Sam Harris’ The End of Faith driving north to PA today. Have been looking forward to reading the rest of this since the last roadtrip on whatever boring interstate that was, I forget now. The method is taking turns reading aloud while the other drives. From Charlottesville to PA as opposed [...]
Tuesday, September 12, 2006
With the stitches out (basal cell carcinoma excision, left clavicle), I have renewed assurance that I will, yes, take to my grave a body that was lived in.
Waking up here everyday is good. Open windows. Coffee outside on the deck. Birdsong everywhere. (If Pam were here, she would likely be able to identify each singer.)
(You [...]
Saturday, September 9, 2006
About 2 hours later than I meant to be, I’m off to check out the Charlottesville Farmer’s Market, held a few blocks from my house (and across from a ["luxury"] loft we sort of desperately looked at moving into just a few short weeks ago. But that is a different story altogether, and in fact, [...]
Monday, September 4, 2006
Oddly, the entry I’d made last week (How to move during a hurricane–title) is missing. Not visible on the blog, not visible in the dashboard as unpublished or any other such possibility. Don’t know what to say about other than it’s something to go on my long, long list of to-do’s and to speculate that [...]