An innovative Brian Eno documentary; a tasty vegan sandwich; a helpful column on Gaza (and No, not that “50 Things” list.)
Perhaps it’s the spring weather.
Playing “Come on Eileen” on piano; Reading Americanah by Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie; the War on Theater.
I played the rebellious deacon…
Practicing “You’ve Really Got a Hold On Me” on piano again; Damilare Kuku’s short stories; Dubstation at the Substation.
It might just be that I like the clarity of the bus route.
The Aladdin Gyro-Cery; the Jam’s 4th album; Corvus & Co.’s vegan stir fry
Percy Bysshe Shelley ideals
The Story of Film: An Odyssey; Lorazepam; Ross Dress for Less black dress shoes, $29.95.
Sprinkling your nervous system.
James Baldwin remembers the Civil Rights movement; “I Feel Love” on piano; U.S. v. Dege (364 US 51,1960.)
That magical e flat swims through your body like mulled wine.
A serendipitous city of detours; John McPhee’s Levels of the Game; Jonathan Glazer’s Birth
Human agency to take detours and follow diversions emerged as the governing principle .
Sheila Heti’s Alphabetical Diaries; thelotradio.com; Jay Caspian Kang’s Michael Chang documentary.
I’m dying to see what happens “next.”
Jane Wong’s poems; Kim Gordon’s video; and reactionary utopianism on the Left.
Marking my favorite poems in this collection with stars became redundant.
An impulsive online-shopping orgy; the intro to Blondie’s “Picture This;” affordable housing data.
Sublime wavelengths linger and shimmer from these parallel lines.
Pasta made from broccoli; allowing corner shops in residential neighborhoods; Cafe Chill on C89.5 (for insomnia).
I could feel the year in the color of the sky. I immediately checked. Yep. 1966.
At the tennis practice wall again; bailing on TikTok; more Wordsworth poems.
Inanimate (or perhaps not) vales and ruins.
RIP Mary Weiss; Black green-banana- pasta follow-up; the Australian Open and Aryna Sabalenka
Reclaimed with a sense of sordid 1970s ennui and irony.
Wordsworth poems; The Thief of Bagdad (1924); Evergreens’ build-your-own salad.
The movie conjures a rhapsody of city energy.
Banana pasta; William Wordsworth essay; my cookie jar
As a city zealot who tends to quietly recoil at the Romantic poets and their haughty pastoral moralism, Gill’s construction gave me the non-ideological segue I needed.
Mary Barton on Librivox audiobook; New Warby Parker glasses, Newman in Shoreline; Up-zone data.
I read a chapter after dinner and then listen back to the same chapter on audiobook as I go to bed.