Paul Attinello

Author: paulattinello

  • Craic

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    A lovely one-day-late Thanksgiving: Bennett cooking, Merrie setting everything up; I brought Annie with me; Michelle and her husband came, plus two of our new postgraduates from the US. A gorgeous evening, good food, endless laughter, lots of stories, everyone seemed engaged right up to the hilt – just what a social life should be…

  • Bum roll

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    As I unpack the groceries, delivered to my doorstep, I discover that instead of nine rolls of toilet paper I have received twelve, three of them emblazoned with a  yellow stripe as Bargain Extras. And I remember the old woman in San Francisco: when I was living in the ratty, drug-dealer-infested apartment house on Market…

  • Post-Pacific

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    Possibly the worst mistake of my post-Pacific years – since 2002, that is; since I have no longer lived in my beloved San Francisco, in Los Angeles, in Hong Kong, since I was kicked out of Australia – is inanely watching television. I used to watch television very little; since the collapse of my Aussie…

  • Sudden dimnesses

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    Worrisome news from Paris. M. is not well, in a way that too much resembles my experience this summer. Which cannot possibly be contagious…. And in the back of my mind, as I continue to work rapidly through the plans for the book with Gerhard, is a worry: if I do indeed move forward through…

  • … among artists

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    I am too sleepy to write much, or entirely coherently, after a long bath, bath oils, relaxed. Until the water is not very hot. Gerhard has been here for three days, then two days more, working on the book about him and his work. And Kunsu's work floats around with it of course, his ideas…

  • From Berlin

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    [Something I wrote in 1989… and now it is the twentieth anniversary of these events.] Amazed, sitting in a restaurant and reading of the collapse of the Wall, that vast shift in the meaning of our world’s past.  The bizarre responses of people, Easterners who stay up all night and see real, free capitalist stores…

  • Short List

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    So: exactly one long month after my last substantive (from my point of view) post, interrupted by only one jeu d'esprit about coffee… I keep thinking of the blog, of all the many large and subtle shifts that have taken place in that month, and keep feeling rather guilty for not writing about them… but…

  • A cup of coffee

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    I have a dreadful confession to make:… I don't actually like coffee. Which is perhaps why I've never finished writing a book, why my writing/working/career have all tended to drift around chaotically rather than moving forward in an efficient, organized… no, that's probably just me, isn't it. I was particularly ruthless in disposing last month…

  • Smart guys

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    (First of all: I'm sorry there have been no blog entries for what, a month – no, five weeks. I am improving, especially rapidly lately, though I did no traveling this summer; I am still intermittently tired and fretful, but more often just fine.) Tomorrow is the first day that we face all those new…

  • Madness

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    A day of catching up, cleaning up, getting things done… toward evening, rather than getting back to my research or writing (sorry about that), I read the beginning of Lydia Salvyre's The Lecture, and then saw – unexpectedly – the last episode of season one of the television show Dollhouse. The Lecture is funny, bizarre, ridiculous;…