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All Things Disparate
To quote Chesterton: “I am cultivating the faculty of patient expectancy.” In other words I am trying to deal with anxiety over the hassles that are occurring on getting out of this sealed tomb in the land of the dead. The moving men are here today to move Jane’s belongings into my garage so that we may leave as a couple in mid June. I have not seen the land of Canaan. Jane bought the house in Nevada after I searched homes in the area, a suburb of Vegas. She is quite the capable woman and I am relenting or…
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All Kinds of Feelings, All Kinds of Thoughts
With my periscope I am seeing Cheney who Hobbes might have defined as “short, nasty and brutish,” Darth Vadering the TV shows, exhaling toxicity like some primal creature. We actually have a “debate” in this country, if you call it that, about what is torture, the equivalent of describing a chicken as if we don’t know what it is. It only confirms my belief that democracies are closet dictatorships unless held in check — oh, Jefferson! that government governs best which governs least. We find it unimaginable, citizens, that we can play the Nazi game — I was only following orders.…
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Everything Bagels, Dasani Water, and The New York Times
Here is the plan. I live 5 to 7 miles away from the Strip. I get into my Honda with Jane and for lunch we go to the Vegas branch of the Stage delicatessen for pastrami on rye, Dr. Brown’s Cel-Ray, sour pickles and tomatoes, a round potato knish — we split that; deli french fries, crinkled on their sides and end up with pastry and tea; after that we stroll the shopping areas in the hotels — Lalique, et al. Or one evening we just walk the Strip itself, splashed by neon. I was at Vegas about 2 or…
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In Between, Above and Beyond, Below and Beneath
In between packing and labeling cartons “Office” and ” Books,” the air conditioning system broke down and I need a new compressor; the “For Sale” sign has been removed as I am renting the house for at least five years to an elderly couple who are in love with the house; I am writing a continuing story about the Holocaust dealing with fear and flight, working on sections as it pleases me; moving through the stages of buying a new home; and registering the many anxieties that well up in me. I am observing myself as the same old shit…