I slept really late this morning. It might have something to do with the two sleeping pills I took last night. Also the mental weariness brought on by the long (and continuing) wait to hear from SIT admissions, and the anxious inertia that’s engendered. This morning’s horrible dreams are also infecting my thoughts and mood. Here’s the one I remember: I was on a long and lethal whitewater trip during which my father was among […]
Read moreMonth: July 2009
I Did an Okay Thing
I hadn’t seen “my” refugee from Bhutan for three weeks due to what was, at best, a series of miscommunications in her family. To be honest, these most recent of many flakeages had finally started to exasperate me. It’s a half-hour drive to get there, and I build my schedule around that weekly time slot. Showing up to find no one at home gets old fast. So after this last episode, I’d figured my teaching […]
Read moreBlue-Eyed Grass
Karen and Jane visited today from Sac’to. I always love seeing them. We took BART to SF and messed around Chinatown, where Jane found me a pig I had to buy. Here they are in Union Square above a carving of “Blue Eyed Grass.” When I got home I found an e-mail from Lulu directing me to this most extraordinary video of Ali G with Noam Chomsky (a.k.a. “Professor Norman Chomsky”): My favorite line: “But […]
Read moreThe Human Worm
Yesterday afternoon Yo-Nenny and Jason (who happens to be her husband) came over. We played seventeen-thousand, four-hundred-twenty-two million games of double canfield. During breaks, Yo-Nenny would go check her e-mail as Jason tried to sneak up on her.
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