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now, voyager - my sin, my soul

2009-08-13T00:40:11Z

Why is it that I turn to Bette Davis in the film Now, Voyager time and again and certain books like Nabokov’s Ada or Ardour or anything by Yeats or the way I turn musically (at the end of the day) to Dylan. I suppose we all have our favorite reads and our favorite films, and though Nabokov is certainly my favorite author, Now, Voyager though , it may be a great, old

a word | love's storm

2009-02-06T22:13:10Z

It hadn’t occurred to me until, I admit, after a couple of drinks one recent afternoon and as late summer fell all about us, I listened to my friend and realized that perhaps there are two types of people in the world in this regard, anyway; there is the “I could have” strain,

these shoes, these miles, these crooked highways

2009-02-06T21:18:29Z

These shoes - these shoes have seen so many things, I suppose like anyone's shoes, if we stop to think about it, they would have a story to tell. They have been with me through the good and the bad. The happy the sad. The ecstatic, the heartbreaking. The momentous, the boring... and the vodka-tonic colorless inbetween days that add up to nothing in particular.

a word | midsummer, august 8. 08

2008-09-01T18:37:19Z

It is officially Midsummer, which means that I am becoming officially depressed. Or perhaps I will. I can't say yet. It's something I am fighting as I learn that summer does not have to be the "end" of something but that rather, it can be a beginning. Any ending is also likewise a beginning.

this... and my absence...

2008-08-17T08:29:20Z

There is, somewhere, a trail of emails that lead down down down to the rabbit hole and to a horrible place called Wonderland. It’s not anywhere you want to be. Go ask Alice, I think she’ll know… or so said Grace Slick. She was right. A

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2008-08-08T22:15:29Z

It’s hot. Very hot. Too hot to be walking the thirty or so blocks to SONY BMG where I have a meeting, and then the twenty or so blocks back and on another avenue where I am to meet a friend. It is the ultimate New York City summer day and I feel like I am about to pass out either from a general headiness from the many good things at present (professional, personal), the fact that I am fully in love and landed on that square without even trying or wanting, that I am giddy already and with reason, or perhaps it is just the oh-so-humid day, the sun beating down (beating down), and that no matter how I may try I am unable to stay hydrated enough. There simply is not enough San Pellegrino in the world, and maybe tap water is fine, but frankly, I need some salt and Pellegrino is slightly salty and replaces all that I am losing.

shine bright at Grand Central

2008-07-25T13:39:06Z

Michael has a stand of high chairs with foot-rests all built upon a sturdy oak wooden frame with arm-rests. He is a shoe-shine guy. He is standing under the shelter of the overhang of Grand Central Station on 42nd and Lex. where in front of his shoe-shine booth. This makes sense for it provides shelter for anyone who wants to get their shoes shined even while it's raining out, so the weather has no affect on Michael's business.

a word | quit having fun

2008-07-14T19:08:42Z

I am told that a person feeling absolute joy - a person in an ecstatic state - is difficult to live with. That states of heightened euphoria can be alienating for the person who lives with you or who spends a great deal of time with you

Memento Maurice | by Mark Polizzotti

2008-07-11T19:32:38Z

Although I spent relatively little time in the company of the French novelist Maurice Roche (1925-1997) – an aggregate of months over a period of a dozen years or so – our friendship was among the most decisive in my life. This memoir was written in part for a festschrift in his honor shortly before his death, then added to sometime after it as further bits and pieces of our past intersections resurfaced. One cannot encapsulate an important relationship in a few scattered fragments, nor perhaps even convey it. In place of that, I remember.

a word | all that is tacit (spring, 2008)

2008-05-20T20:27:58Z

Function: verb Inflected Form(s): un·der·stood /-'stud/; -stand·ing Etymology: Middle English, from Old English understandan, from under + standan to stand transitive verb 1 a : to grasp the meaning of <understand Russian> b : to grasp the reasonableness of understand><I thought we understood each other: i was certain we understood...>

42 seconds underground | the photography of lewis carroll

2008-05-18T16:10:12Z

Lewis Carroll, Photographer The Princeton University Library Albums by Roger Taylor and Edward Wakeling ( Princeton University Press
Dreaming in Pictures: the Photography of Lewis Carroll By Douglas R. Nickel Yale University Press,

When his mother's brother, Skeffington Lutwidge, first introduced Charles Lutwidge Dodgson (more popularly known as Lewis Carroll, author of Alice in Wonderland, originally Alice's Adventures Underground to photography in 1856, it was considered no more than "a fashionable pastime that allowed gentlemen to demonstrate their interest in technology, chemistry, and optics, as well as to reveal their artistic tendencies." (11, Princeton ).

hay or hey | life in the city

2008-04-30T22:53:42Z

It's still too cold for me to wear one of my wife-of-a-chicken-farmer dresses. That is lost on you, no doubt, for what does the wife of a chicken farmer wear? Probably nothing at all like I imagine myself to be should I run away and start a chicken farm with the man that I love yet I tell myself one day, one day, I will do this. We will simply take off and go to somewhere in Sicily and start a small no-kill chicken farm where the chickens can run around free-range and we will simply sell the eggs and live a poor but sated life.

a word | i walk these broad avenues

2008-04-30T22:17:29Z

Someone sent me the card below and it immediately struck me. "It's weird how you go from being strangers to being friends to being more than friends to practically being strangers again...and it all happens so fast." That's right, I thought. You are the best of friends, then perhaps lovers (or not lovers, but in love in some way, joyous, kindred, symbiotic - all of those important words that so apply when you are spinning in the moment, to suddenly having the proverbial carpet pulled out from under you.

bitch

2008-04-23T16:20:16Z

Stranger than fiction, yet how much like it one’s life can be. A mirror image of a novel you once read (for in almost all novels, as any novelist will tell you, there is a seed of truth that sets the thing in motion).

seventeen signs and that's all you need to know

2008-04-21T18:36:12Z

So you are sure of how you feel, are you? Do you know when you are in-love? What if I were to point out seventeen signs that tell you all you need to know about a person - how you feel, would that help? Surely others have made lists, but here is a list with additions and edits that I am quite certain holds true for any and everyone