Category: bodega

My hammock is up.

thinks get crystal clear in the crucible. why we seek out the edge? let holes be holes. remember wittgenstein’s bootprints in the snow, that soldier he was cruising? the hole fills itself, it is the ability to be filled that is the hole.

xian: boo hoo – i feel crummy b: i’m sorry, baby–did you get your medication? xian: yes, finally, and the bleach xian: how are you feeling? b: are you in for the day now? xian: i think so, yes. xian: just keeping up with my work will keep me busy at least till you get…

Let’s see: deadlines, stress, worries, complications, long hours, making the deadlines, vacation coming. What does that all add up to? Why, a sinus cold, of course! Sudden onset, streaming last evening, sore and achy last night, medicated today and plodding on, one last deadline to make Friday. Hoping this thing plays out before Wednesday when…

So often I put music on and then go on to do other things: write, work, clean, organize—anything that doesn’t require talking or listening to speech, really. This is so different from putting on (or going to) music and really listening to it. In the latter case, the music is your primary focus of attention.…

A few days ago it was so hot by midday that I couldn’t sit out back writing because the keys on my Mac were too hot to touch, and the fan was whirring so loudly I thought the whole titanium chassis was going to lift off the table into the air. Today I can’t go…