And four posts ago were resolutions that I made for 2011. Not all kept, but I’m proud that I was able to slow the year down, and be more conscious, take more time for myself. It’s 2012: I’ve made a spreadsheet of all the books I plan to read this year, starting with George Elliott’s… Continue reading It’s a new year
Love. A whisper on the lips. A roar in the ears. Blood rushes to the head (or heart?). Stomach dives like a gull into water. A touch. Brushing against a spider’s web. Fear. Wake up before the sun has considered rising, with your chest burning, your eyes wide open, having hounded sleep away.
Trying find a moment of peace in this busy day, it’s like Trying to see the ripples from a pebble you throw into a pond ruffled by wind. I’m watching the rain fall, hard, in windblown sheets Sheets that shroud the sky and the earth and the air between. Air that is warm and thick… Continue reading Untitled
Now I’m a big fan of Turner Classic Movies. This is well documented in my posts from years past. In fact, I remember very well that when I first got cable in Canada — a luxury in itself for the recently employed grad student, I paid for extra channels just to get TCM. It saved… Continue reading Review-ish: Words and Music
It’s night here, but all of North America is spending a lazy late afternoon with beer sloshing around in their bellies, faces warm in the sun, fingers slightly sticky from ketchup, translucent food stains on their clothes, where they wiped up a splotch of mustard and beef fat that dripped off a juicy burger. Some… Continue reading Fourth of July, 2011
Happy New Year, to anyone who still happens to be reading my very arbitrarily updated blog. Although writing this blog is not on my 5-point agenda for 2011, writing is, and I shall attempt to update this every week. A lovely, dear friend of mine wrote to me this morning to wish me, echoing many… Continue reading Five-Point Agenda
I was talking with a colleague at work earlier today, and I asked her if she read fiction. She didn’t seem like the type — head on her shoulders, au courant with politics and social issues, always discussing the management consultancy world and its people. She said No, I don’t. My job is my job.… Continue reading Does fiction make you a dreamer?