Slept like I’d downed 100mg sominex. Up now, on hold with a tech, getting ready for gym run (on a treadmill of course)….Wallace at hand
Just when you think you’re okay, it’s laundry day again. (I find doing laundry, fortunately, quite Zen)…
Had the electronic chess HAL on the run at lunchtime, but HAL worn me down. At at least I get to eat a chocolate eclair for dessert – just!
Typing up this morning’s work into translatable draft(s) 🙂 … while listening to Klaus Schulze.
A secret book dwells within you of untranslatable fragments only to be deciphered as mysteries foretold by the myriad known and unknown you meet and scarcely recall. The scent of wet cement. Flash of platinum mane. Scarlet line navigating around the bend, her dress a flag around my inchoate wet …
Back in the groove so to speak. Tried my sun salutations this morning and wasn’t utterly disappointed in the results – in fact I ended up feeling quite good. Doing the thirteen-point balletic yoga routine remind me, and my body, of the trauma it endured just seven months earlier – …
Listening to Tragically Hip’s new single “Coffee Girl” and writing about the phenomenology of the body (via Ponty, of course).
Memoir is not about “what” happened, but “who” something happened to; every one has situations, but there’s only your story.
Sun Salutations & Ambient Groove
Finished salutations — wow, very interesting after back surgery a few months ago — the body is a temple, which sometimes gets battered.