WIGLEAF 2012: “Stonehenge/Pacifica”

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California, Winter 2016: Mendocino Headlands

Many stories behind this story.

Self actually did have the dream mentioned in it.

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It was a dream I had, some restless night. One of those weeks or months or years when we were worried about money.

But when were we ever not worried?

First there was the mortgage, and then the two.

And then your mother got sick, and then your father died.

 

 

Quote of the Day: Joan Acocella on Rescuing Luther’s Bibles From a 2004 Fire

The book historian Stephan Fussel, in the explanatory paperback that accompanies the two-volume facsimile, reports that in 2004, when a fire swept through the Duchess Anna Amalia Library, in Weimar, where this copy was housed, it was “rescued, undamaged, with not a second to lose, thanks to the courageous intervention of library director Dr. Michael Knoche.” I hope that Dr. Knoche himself ran out with the two volumes in his arms. I don’t know what the price of a calf is these days, but the price of this facsimile is sixty dollars.

The New Yorker, 30 October 2017

Transformations 3: FALL

Snowed two days ago: big, fat, heavy flakes, the like of which self has never seen.

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Found this tiny thing on the floor of my cottage today. Must have carried it in on a shoe or a coat or a scarf. Self was about to throw it in the trash when something made her take a closer look:

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Stay tuned, dear blog readers. Stay tuned.

 

Fifth From the Annaghmakerrig Book: Anne Haverty

I used to be quite a normal fellow.

— from One Day As a Tiger by Anne Haverty

Fourth From the Annaghmakerrig Book: Vona Groarke

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Excerpt from Maize, by Vona Groarke:

The Faber Castells ripen in your hand.
You’ve been drawing since breakfast:
sky after sky, face after face, but something
in yours says they’re not quite right.

#amreading Travel Writing: Lawrence Durrell on Alexandria

Going ashore in Alexandria is like walking the plank for instantly you feel, not only the plangently Greek city rising before you, but its backcloth of deserts stretching away into the heart of Africa. It is a place for dramatic partings, irrevocable decisions, last thoughts; everyone feels pushed to the extreme, to the end of his bent. People become monks or nuns or voluptuaries or solitaries without a word of warning. As many people simply disappear as overtly die here. The city does nothing.

— Lawrence Durrell in An Alexandria Anthology: Travel Writing Through the Centuries, edited by Michael Haag (Cairo: The American University in Cairo Press)

#amfollowing: Architectural Digest

AD Report, 2 November 2017, by Tim Nelson:

From uranium ore to enlightening and instructive books like How To Avoid Huge Ships, you can buy pretty much anything via Amazon. Heck, they’ll even unlock the door to your home and leave the package inside for you now. But what happens when the product you buy is your home?

Self spent a few minutes looking at the available pre-fab tiny homes sold on Amazon. Here’s the one mentioned in the AD article.

Stay tuned, dear blog readers. Stay tuned.

Self’s Main Character Reads Don Quijote

Self is just one page shy of her quota for the day!

The following conversation takes place on p. 64 of her novel-in-progress:

“You call it courage to bear ridicule?”

“Indeed I do. To bear ridicule without feeling bitterness is very hard.”

“And how does the knight fare? What is his fate?”

“His fate is to be misunderstood, his entire life.”

Stay tuned, dear blog readers. Stay tuned.

DO NO HARM: p. 171

Self just joined a Doctors Book Club. So she can participate in the book club discussion on Do No Harm. She even sent a link to her nephew, William. The one who got married in September. The one who works at Columbia-Presbyterian.

Henry Marsh is doing his round of the spinal theatres. In one theatre, he asks the operating: “Why such a large incision? And why are you using the big bone rongeurs?”

Marsh goes over to the operating table.

“I’ll have a look.”

He picks up “a pair of forceps and” looks into the wound. “A long shiny white thread, the thickness of a piece of string — four or five inches long — came up out of the wound . . . ”

“Oh Jesus fucking Christ!”

SELF (Flapping her hands about): OH NO The student’s just cut someone’s spinal cord.

Marsh: The “registrar had completely misunderstood the anatomy and opened the spine at the outer end rather than the inner edge of the spinal canal and hence had immediately encountered a nerve root, which, even more incomprehensibly, he had then severed.”

Stay tuned, dear blog readers. Stay tuned.

Temporary 3: Annaghmakerrig

Self’s greatest sadness in coming here is knowing that she’ll have to leave eventually.

Which cottage is self in? Can you guess?

Annaghmakerrig is the only Irish place name she can pronounce correctly.

Stay tuned, dear blog readers. Stay tuned.

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