Greetings from the land of the sick. Although I'm not the kind to go to the doctor--a fear of being poked and prodded makes me more than a little reluctant--this time I started to sense that something wasn't quite right: no decongestants were working, too many tissues had been used and, although I had done…
I never intended to take a break from blogging, but it was just one of those things that happened. Since I last checked in here, I've edited roughly 60 single-spaced pages. Not only have I been confronted by embarrassing typos that I never even realized I made on a regular basis (betweeeen), but I've also…
Gracious words are a honeycomb, sweet to the soul and healing to the bones. -Proverbs 16:23-25I love holiday weekends. For the past three days, I've been sleeping in and relaxing, hoping that, by Wednesday afternoon when I board the flight to New Orleans, I'll be cough-free and almost 100% healthy. Truth be told, it seems…
The game starts again from the beginning. The end is always another beginning.This nightmare of eternity in time, this is our fate. -Margarita Karapanou (Rien ne va plus) It's strange to think that this series of posts has been going on now for seven weeks. There's a small part of me that wants to resist counting…
They say that Milos is the island of lovers. It is Aphrodite's island, where the famous Venus de Milo (keep in mind that while in English we say, "MYlo," it's really "MElo") statue was found in 1820. To step off the boat and to see the crystalline blue of the water, as well as the…
I was really, really excited about participating in the SF bake sale this year, but April has been full of surprises. This just goes to show you that, while planning is never a bad thing, you sometimes just can't predict what you're going to be doing tomorrow, let alone next month; had I known a…
Go hang yourself, you old M.D.! You shall not sneer at me. Pick up your hat and stethoscope, Go wash your mouth with laundry soap; I contemplate a joy exquisite, I'm not paying you for your visit. I did not call you to be told, My malady is a common cold.By pounding brow and swollen lip; By fever's hot and scaly grip;…
Historical fact: people stopped being human in 1913. That was the year Henry Ford put his cars on rollers and made his workers adopt the speed of the assembly line. At first, workers rebelled. They quite in droves, unable to adopt the speed of the age. Since then, however, the adaptation has been passed down:…
Art is not a pleasure, a solace, or an amusement; art is a great matter. Leo Tolstoy (What is Art?)Ok, ok, I know what you're thinking: anybody can make a sandwich. That is in fact a true statement. In fact, its very truth is probably the reason that I'm telling you about it. It's not…
While she stands alone among the dripping vines she cannot make a connection that she knows is there. There is a blankness in her thoughts, a density that feels like muddle also, until she realizes: the Annunciation was painted after rain. Its distant landscape, glimpsed through arches, has the temporary look that she is seeing…
Dining with Dostoevsky 