On the train from Boston, I coted a bass player. "Man," I said, "it's usually ME carrying a massive instrument on public transportation." We got to talking, and he goes to Berkelee, which, as it turns out, is not a bad school at all. He was going to stop in NYC on his way to Charlottesville, where I just visited Amanda ( Read more... )

I got up at eight and made it to the gorgeous Philadelphia train station. I boarded the train on which I had hoped to see some eastern scenery. I saw some. Mostly I saw trees planted along the tracks to block the sound of the train. New London looked adorable. Mostly, however, I was entertained by Steve, who runs a technology business out of ( Read more... )

oh, and I saw a hummingbird today!

Coming home from the library, I stopped at a corner store to buy some orange juice. They also had videos for sale. I briefly considered buying "Spice: Girl Power in Istanbul." "Three ninety-nine," said the clerk ( Read more... )

I rode my bike down the Arguello hill with its view of Alcatraz and arrived on the parade ground in front of my gorgeous school. Students were already assembled, dressed their best, for it was time for graduation. But...we only have freshmen and sophomores, so no one is graduating. No matter. We had one anyway ( Read more... )

I arrived at school, meditated, and went to work at my development job. At one point, Mama Joan, the CFO, came into my office. "I got your eloquent request to keep your laptop," she said, "it tells us what we need to know ( Read more... )

Had I heard in eigth grade that my life would one day be dominated by jazz, I would have laughed. I would also have been wearing a shirt that said "Ferocious...Intimate...SHAKESPEARE!...Tygre's Heart ( Read more... )

Every Thursday I wake up and wonder why I stayed out so late the night before. This Thursday I did not yearn for death when I awoke; I was fresh as a daisy. After all, I had destroyed my Latin Final the day before. I did the undergraduate portion of the exam in 30 minutes, and then asked if I could do the grad portion for extra credit. I ( Read more... )

Atreus: Slavish crowd! Open the doors of the palace, let the festive house be open! I wish to see, gazing on the heads of his children, what colors he shows, the words which the first trick pours forth or how his body breathes, staring in wonder with his heart in his mouth. This is the fruit of my labors; I don't wish to see a miser, but one ( Read more... )

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