As I got ready to leave I felt like my veins were coursing with battery acid and my nerves plugged into a 220-volt outlet as synapses fired and missed: Send 94th birthday card to Mamma Ginna. Vote. Water plants. No, get dressed, then water plants. Where’s the card? Answer e-mail. Can’t find address. There. Okay: stamped. Wait — 42 cents? Check USPS. Need melatonin? Call Mom. No, finish audio module functinality specs. And invoices. Need […]
Read moreMonth: October 2008
Half-Empty
Here’s what I hate about traveling: Paying bills Paying two-and-a-half months’ worth of bills in advance with imaginary money Saying goodbye to people I love, which is what I did on my way home from the Sacramento Airport the night before last Saying goodbye when it’ll be a long separation Packing Unpacking in search of something I’ve forgotten whether or not I’ve packed Tying up loose ends at work Trying to divine which of the […]
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I am so tired. It is only a slight exaggeration to say that I’ve talked more in the last three days than I have in the last three months. That’s probably true of a lot of us. It’s what happens when an independent producer emerges briefly into the Real World. I’ve gotten to catch up with quite a few old friends and acquaintances. Here are Beverly Mire and Noah Adams. I signed up for fifteen […]
Read moreThe Chicago Three
My mouth is tired from laughing. At O’Hare yesterday evening I met with Karen M. who had come in from Philadelphia. While we waited for the cab, I told her, You’ve got to go check out that bathroom. I just took movies of the toilet. It is so cool. Karen emerged from the stall a few seconds later, looking perplexed. I guess she’d seen a lot of those tubular toilet seat covers that automatically whir […]
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