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a day in the life of a glowing chasm
Apr. 21st, 2004 02:09 pmToday for lunch I made cornmeal scones and ate them with real butter (left over from pesach), raw honey, and smoked mozzarella. The smoked mozzarella is now all gone, but if you want a scone, they are some in the fridge.
Despite this decadence, this has been a startlingly productive day. I went out not very early and drank coffee, which has wildly inconsistent effects on me. Today, it turned my handwriting into a demented spider-scrawl of overstimulation that degenerated into individual lines, and, finally, just a series of dots. This was not, you may surmise, a productive writing day.
But I finally got the last (dear Dog, let it be the last) of the 'zine into the mail, finished a letter, renewed my library books, and did my banking, and I should have time to buy tickets to the opening day of Playland before work today.
Click the link to see one of my many attempts to capture the drifts of cherry petals that cover Third Avenue, especially, like luscious radioactive snow.
-rf
Despite this decadence, this has been a startlingly productive day. I went out not very early and drank coffee, which has wildly inconsistent effects on me. Today, it turned my handwriting into a demented spider-scrawl of overstimulation that degenerated into individual lines, and, finally, just a series of dots. This was not, you may surmise, a productive writing day.
But I finally got the last (dear Dog, let it be the last) of the 'zine into the mail, finished a letter, renewed my library books, and did my banking, and I should have time to buy tickets to the opening day of Playland before work today.
Click the link to see one of my many attempts to capture the drifts of cherry petals that cover Third Avenue, especially, like luscious radioactive snow.
-rf
