Sunday, August 27, 2006
I am going back to the country, and will stay until the end of the week I think. Or maybe I will just stay there and never leave...
Saturday, August 26, 2006
I decided that by the time I have been in NYC twenty years (this is fast approaching) I want to find the way to be out of it for the most part. If I make a plan thoughtfully I have no doubt that I will not follow through. I am good at that, making plans and following through with them.
Yesterday I was busy. I made a list of things I had to do and methodically went through it, happily crossing off each item. There are a couple of things left to do today before I go back upstate.
Walking down a buzzing Montague Street I felt physically uncomfortable in the noise, the crowds, and most of all the sickening smell that we have on the streets after they've been cleaned in the summer, when all the rotted trash and god-knows-what is ground into a slush and wiped along the asphalt. It is a smell that literally makes me gag.
Friday, August 25, 2006
Here is the house seen from the barn.
Monday, August 21, 2006
This is my friend. She is living in the barn on the property where the house is. She has two other small friends--they are miniature horses, not ponies (?)--and one large, a ftwenty-year-old quarter horse. Mabel thinks they are all dogs, and she wants to play. The first time she saw them was hilarious.
I am having a wonderful time, feeling relaxed and calm. Time moves so much slower here. The nagging things that frustrate me so much seem to recede. Now I am in this café in Hudson where there is wifi. So I have checked my mail, uploaded photos to Flickr, and now figure I will post something to let my readers--if there are any left--know that I am alive and well. I swim in the pool every day. There was a bat in the house last night. I have seen all manner of animals--wild ones--and am eating amazing vegetables that I buy at the numerous farmstands that I find along the roadside. I will return to Brooklyn at the end of the week for two days, and then jet back up here.
I have not gotten tons of concrete work done, but much thinking. I will write more about this when I am at home. I have made some decisions and am considering many things, important things, about my life and how I live it.
Sunday, August 13, 2006
Yesterday Y and I went to Robt. Moses, to the beach. The weather was perfect. Y lost his cellphone when we were leaving, but amazingly, it turned up and when I called his number, one last sad attempt to find it, a lifeguard answered. He was disappointed that Y was not a girl. He couldn't be the valiant stud to rescue some distressed damsel. Parking the car back in Brooklyn I miscalculated and crunched the parking light on the driver side of my car. Oh well.
It is time to get out of NYC; the tourists are frightening in their abundance and I need to spend time in the woods, wandering, playing with Mabel, and getting outside my normal daily life for a bit.
Friday, August 11, 2006
Thursday, August 10, 2006
I should add that I am a little hungover this morning. Last night I went over to M's where we played her vast and amazing collection of Tibetan singing bowls and I drank most of the bottle of wine that I had brought for her, forgetting she doesn't drink. And neither do I, normally.
Wednesday, August 09, 2006
I experimented more with the polarizer filter for my camera, and I got some good pictures while walking Mabel in the early evening.
Tuesday, August 08, 2006
Some people have an attitude that "they are just pets, not people." They aren't people, it's true. But for me they were as important as any person I have known. Does that make me weird? Why do I care if I am weird, anyway?
Monday, August 07, 2006
You Should Be a Science Fiction Writer
Your ideas are very strange, and people often wonder what planet you're from.
And while you may have some problems being "normal," you'll have no problems writing sci-fi.
Whether it's epic films, important novels, or vivid comics...
Your own little universe could leave an important mark on the world!
Sunday, August 06, 2006
Friday, August 04, 2006
Thursday, August 03, 2006
"Please know from my heart I am not an anti-Semite. I am not a bigot. Hatred of any kind goes against my faith," he said.
Mr Gibson has also asked to meet Jewish groups to "discern the appropriate path for healing".
Drunk folks tend to say what they would avoid saying when sober. But what people say when they are drunk reveals their hidden thoughts. Think of Plato's Symposium. Drinking frees the mind and unleashes the tongue. Gibson is a repulsive. His movie "The Passion of the Christ" was revolting. And now this. I think of all the fights I had as a kid, defending myself when I was ridiculed for being Jewish. Where did kids get their views? They heard them from parents, friends, parents of friends. I had a swimming coach who always spoke of "jewing them down" when trying to get a lower price on something. When I quit his team--and was berated constantly by other teachers for being "a traitor to my team...no pride...no school spirit"--a few enlightened ones congratulated me for protesting, in my own not-so-small way. Before I quit our team was undefeated season after season. I was among the highest point-earners on my team. After I quit, they were defeated, and they never regained their supremacy. And I don't regret it for one moment. Recently my sister told me that that coach had suffered a severe heart attack. I felt nothing.
Wednesday, August 02, 2006
It is so strange here now. Within one month I've gone from having a houseful of pets, three cats and a dog, to one dog and cat. Tuna and Pomona lived with me for almost eighteen years. I was so used to their presence. When Pomona died, it was so quiet without her, but I still had Tuna to remind me of her every day. Now, with Tuna gone too, some crucial part of my life is a void. I know in time I will get over it. I have so many wonderful memories. But right now it is just painful. I barely slept last night, despite taking every sedative I have at my disposal (don't worry, I did not endanger myself, nor was that my intention. I just wanted sleep so I could forget for a while).
Tuesday, August 01, 2006
Cat! Who hast past thy Grand Climacteric,
How many mice and Rats hast in thy days
Destroy'd - how many tit bits stolen? Gaze
With those bright languid segments green and prick
Those velvet ears - but pr'ythee do not stick
Thy latent talons in me - and upraise
Thy gentle mew - and tell me all thy frays
Of Fish and Mice, and Rats and tender chick.
Nay look not down, nor lick thy dainty wrists -
For all the wheezy Asthma, -and for all
Thy tail's tip is nicked off - and though the fists
Of many a maid have given thee many a maul,
Still is that fur as soft as when the lists
In youth thou enter'dst on glass- bottled wall.
John Keats, "To Mrs Reynold's Cat"