Hello

I welcome myself back to this blog. To this virtual space that exists nowhere yet everywhere, if you have a computer. What to say? I'm listening to some new Tom Waits, and putting off going to eat lunch, as the sooner I do that, the sooner I have to teach 3 periods in a row. Things are so busy lately, that it feels as if time is a wave and I can only ride it. Or at least try to. To paddle against it is an act of futility, as my arms are pretty weak. Really, they are.

I'm in the middle of reading Joan Didion's Slouching Towards Bethlehem, and just finished the first section, which is a collection of essays and reportorial pieces on her life in California in the mid to late sixties. Some really engaging stuff. I did not know when I bought it that it would be focused on a time period I am already very interested in. I purchased it on the strength of The Year of Magical Thinking, a book I found in a thrift store at some point in the past 3 years and really enjoyed, despite its melancholy subject, to say the least.

Alas, time is crashing, the wave is breaking, and I need to stand up now or I'll be thrown onto the beachhead, a soldier at Normany, helpless against the onslaught of bullets already coming towards me.