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Archive for February, 2009

Last night I dreamt I was in a car with a baby.  I didn’t know whose it was, but gathered it was supposed to be mine.  I didn’t know who the mother was, but somehow I knew she didn’t like me anymore.  At one point the baby became a speck of dust in his carrier, [...]

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Coffee?

When I’m having coffee and doing work, out in a public place that serves coffee, I sometimes, like right now, get annoyed with an old couple like the one next to me, which consists of two people who’ve come to drink coffee and talk to each other, and who break my concentration with their conversation.  [...]

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More to come!

This morning it feels good to be me, and it’s been a long time since that was true.  Nothing’s really changed; I just feel all right.  Maybe it’s the clean laundry I have on.
I went to a writers’ conference in Chicago:  8,000 writers all in one building for three days.  I think about that sometimes.
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This morning, Gertrude Stein had this to tell us:
“A painter’s literary idea always consists not in the action but in the distortion of the form.  That could never be a writer’s literary idea.  Then a painter’s idea of action always has to do with something else moving rather than the center of the picture.  This [...]

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Teachering

About thirty seconds into this clip is a wonderful demonstration, by Hugh Laurie, of what it can feel like to teach sometimes.

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