This morning I walked to Morse park. I brought a backpack with some breakfast in it, a notebook, some zines. I read zine Mistaken for Straight by Chantel G, which was well done, and wrote her a short letter about it. I enjoyed listening to the birds chirp, and it was good to be out… Read More »
image by Seth Tobocman
Well, it feels like a big change. They put in three new self-check machines where there used to be one. (This is Arden-Dimick, our main library but not our favorite.) They’re putting the requested CDs out on the hold shelf. Before, they were behind the counter, I think because of theft. But now they’re out,… Read More »
Today I bailed on another book, Love and Other Near-Death Experiences by Mil Millington. It was funny at times, but it started to resemble a sitcom, and I just didn’t have any motivation to go on. I only liked the main character–none of the other characters appealed to me at all. Mil has obviously found… Read More »
This morning I thought about walking to the nearest park, Morse Park, but I decided I would get too hot on the walk back. It was already 9. I just took a regular neighborhood walk. This morning I proofread 20 pages of P’s manuscript. I worked on some poems. I listened to The Milk-Eyed Mender… Read More »
Last night during the 40 minute sit an alarm went off. It was distracting. After a while, someone fixed it. I did fine meditating for 40 minutes, which surprised me, but maybe the alarm distraction helped the time pass. The talk was good. Jim talked about a Dogen quote he likes. This morning I’ve been… Read More »
This morning I went to the second half of worship and all of choir practice. It was the first time J did worship with a microphone, and it sounded terrible. I think anyone hard of hearing should just sit up in the front row. There’s no need for amplification. Wonder whose idea that was. This… Read More »
Yesterday there was an all-day retreat for my women’s religious group. A nun from the San Francisco Vedanta Center gave a talk. We had chanting and singing too. The chanting’s in Sanskrit, and I’m not sure which language the song was. There was also food, mostly Indian food. I liked best the halwa. I got… Read More »
Last night we went to a poetry reading at Luna’s. The room was full of energy and life. The three featured readers were real performers and seemed so comfortable with the crowd. One was my friend R and the other two were from San Francisco. The place was packed, and Erik and I stood the… Read More »
That weird bite on my leg is going away.