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¡Scorchio!
Evening: baked earth giving heat back to the sky…. I keep thinking of my relationship to heat, to summer and sun; linked of course with my usual wondering about my relationship with productivity, with writing, with aging, with feeling well, with being happy, with the many other versions of my life I can imagine, and…
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There was a conferencing…
The conference went well… the presentation was basically semi-successful; I realized that I’d gone about it the wrong way round (must be inductive rather than deductive – there are few ways to annoy people more effectively than generalizing about things), but there were still some good moments, and I think that my instincts about the…
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Going to Japan
I’ve never been to Japan before. On a crowded street corner, breathing the acid tang of the gray air, I look at the little hand-drawn map and try to figure out where north is. The oval, blank faces flow past as though they ride on swift, efficient engines, though occasionally one glances at me: gaijin,…
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Aesthetic
Continuing working on presentation – made a bit annoying by my body suddenly coming up with several small annoyances all overnight (a swollen lymph gland, a slight sore throat, my back got twisted last night and aches a bit on one side, and my gums hurt – slightly – all more like little, irritating warning…
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Vision
The (first) presentation went well; I was tempted into attending the big social climaxes of this first conference (dinner, concert), but while taking a break in the concert hall to work on the second presentation, I realized I needed to go home and really spend time on it. And so came home… spent the past…
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…scattered…
My guest has finally arrived; a charming, sweet, small man, very elegant and friendly. And although he has dramatic stories about the various and confusing mistravels (new word!) of the past three days, he is quite relaxed and un-stressed about it. (Caracas, Madrid, Paris, here – does that sound like a direct or convenient route…
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