(Untitled)- November 14, 2005 Here we are in the little bedroom, set for the night. Sally, ever vigilant, lies in the doorway, an old marrow bone between her paws. Greta's a tortoiseshell coil at my left elbow. Apple can't settle, can't decide which disturbs her more&151;my proximity to the cat or Sally's smug possession of that bone. Neurosis, thy name is Apple. Brian sleeps across the hall. He had an exciting afternoon. We both did: PJ, the woman who owns the property adjoining this one, has driven up from Los...http://blogs.salon.com/0002614/2005/11/13.html#a1505 (Untitled)- November 13, 2005 I learn only now of the death today of the English writer John Fowles. His novels held me spellbound through the 1980s, and he was one of few contemporary novelists I read religiously then. If you are registered with the NYTimes, you'll find an article here.http://blogs.salon.com/0002614/2005/11/12.html#a1504 (Untitled)- November 13, 2005 DEAR FOLKS With apologies to Mark at smallponderings, I herewith submit in place of a blog update a paste of copied email I sent to him tonight. I'm living a little in the twilight zone these days, just a bit zombified. This is a Good Thing. Acquiring a skill at living in the Now and dealing with what's in front of me at any given moment. I still indulge in sessions of Worry, but these are being replaced more and more, I find, with bouts of Planning. Dearest Mark BrotherBoyd I was...http://blogs.salon.com/0002614/2005/11/12.html#a1503 (Untitled)- November 12, 2005 Which Action Hero Would You Be You scored as Maximus. After his family was murdered by the evil emperor Commodus, the great Roman general Maximus went into hiding to avoid Commodus's assassins. He became a gladiator, hoping to dominate the colosseum in order to one day get the chance of killing Commodus. Maximus is valiant, courageous, and dedicated. He wants nothing more than the chance to avenge his family, but his temper often gets the better of him. Maximus67%Neo, the...http://blogs.salon.com/0002614/2005/11/12.html#a1502 (Untitled)- November 12, 2005 not wide awake at 3 a.m. but merely awake not wakeful so much as conscious these things happen I keep wondering what has happened to the girl who used to live in this body well, not this body, but the one it was when she lived in it as though she'd calved away like a glacier of turquoise and left it a strange shape inhabited by a fragment the eyes flutter shut the eyes have it then back to the twilit village I live in when the body evicts me&151;get out can't you see I need some sleephttp://blogs.salon.com/0002614/2005/11/12.html#a1501 |