Paul Attinello

Author: paulattinello

  • Dithering (Sitges I)

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    What do I want to do? Sitges, the little beach town down the coast from Barcelona, is designed for desires: I want to go to the beach, I want to eat dinner. I want muscat grapes, I want fideuá, I want hazelnuts in honey. I want to walk through narrow streets, I want to see…

  • Viajes

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    Off to Spain tomorrow. Yes, it’s true, I got many things done today… back in eight days, then three days in London, then increasing work/administration toward the beginning of the school year…. But tomorrow, Sitges. Sun. A group of my friends, especially Susan; shopping in Barcelona; beach, sand; the clubs with handsome Spanish men. Food…

  • [untitled]

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    He is nearly on time. He smiles. We talk of rents, deposits. He laughs about a former lover, I earnestly explain the thermostat. He says he’s very interested. I pass him, feeling a wave of heat, to go into the kitchen. He follows, and we discuss our sleeping habits. When he is gone, I stand,…

  • Onyegin

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    Got some work done, working off of a precise list of Things To Do over the next two days. (As they used to say in seminars: it’s amazing how much you get done on the day before you go away for vacation – and wouldn’t it be even more amazing if you could be that…

  • Support

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    Something lucky happened two days ago – my yearly employee review. Yuck, you say? – my history with these in British academe has been somewhat variable; I don’t mind working on plans and lists of projects, but my last review with our old Head of School was frankly disturbing. No surprise – the old Head…

  • Fragments and overview

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    At 2:30 am, my smoke alarm goes off. There’s no battery in it, there’s no smoke, it just malfunctions. Somewhere in what I’d watched that day were the bleakly sunny rooms of an everyday Los Angeles apartment, with all its implied background – that strange flatness, that subtly disturbing sense of endless emptiness that is…

  • Missing a beat

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    Still weakened, woozy today. Hard to describe, really – like a slight illness, but not with feeling actually bad… felt better in the afternoon, fairly normal in the evening. All of which made a slight break in the cycle of thinking, second-guessing. As I am of course a rigid personality, some breakage in my cycle…

  • Solaris

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    Continued light-headed, or perhaps woozy, all afternoon. Didn’t go to Catherine’s birthday dinner. Did go in for interview with prospective postgraduate – and I’m sorry if it sounds heartless, but what a waste of time that was. Well I suppose that in the larger sense, as I gave her advice about where she should consider…

  • vertigo

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    After taking my pills a few hours ago, started to feel strange – tingling, disoriented. An acute sense of feeling my internal organs (possibly illusory – there aren’t any nerves in there, are there?) and a shimmer of minor aches. (This after being pleased that my gums stopped aching after I took some echinacea….) I…

  • Through the mazes

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    I continue to respond to the summer and its work in a rather murky and unsatisfying way. The weather has moved quite firmly from hot to chilly, and gray to boot (not ‘grey’, it’s not that subtle). I have piles of things that need to be done, but plenty of time to do them –…