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Nothing compared to her

I liked Sinead O'Connor. I like her. Her death today didn't shock me, but it did sadden me. My favorite song lyrics come from her: I will live by my own policies/I will sleep with a clear conscience/I will sleep in peace. I was just thinking about Robin Williams yesterday, about suicide and how it comes from people you might see as happy. Sinead was not like that, but he was.

Damn shame. RIP.

Beast Crawl

It's over now, but I like this graphic from my reading with the SF Institute of Creative Writing.

Where did summer go?

Baz starts school on Aug. 16. How did that happen? He has one more week of day camp on the heels of Krem, and then two weeks with us before school starts. We're going to enjoy it as much as possible!

Indigo Girls, "Shame on You"

My friend Tanner she says, "You know

Me and Jesus we're of the same heart
The only thing that keeps us distant
Is that I keep fuckin' up"

The concert ended with this song

 Appropriate.

Lucky 13

Oh, and we went to The Pub too! Seven bars!

Our week

Baz went to Camp Krem on Sunday. We dropped him off in 110-degree temperatures and drove away with excitement, but also a little bit of mixed feelings. 

Since then we've been to six bars -- The Hideout in Mariposa, Lucky 13 in Alameda, Eli's Mile High Club in Oakland, Zeitgeist in the Mission, Dr. Teeth and the Electric Mayhem in the Mission, and Last Rites in Duboce Triangle -- and the Toad the Wet Sprocket concert last night, which was so special to me. I came of age as a college student listening to them in Santa Barbara, their hometown. 

Most importantly, we've had amazing conversations and a great time together, underscoring the decision we made in 2008 to braid our lives together. And Baz has done great at camp. I feel so lucky. 

And I can't wait to see my baby when he comes home today!

Toad the Wet Sprocket, HopMonk Novato, July 19.

Look at that Cartman grin!

The Beatles, "Don't Let Me Down"

It's the love that lasts forever
It's the love that has no past

A year

My doggie Jack left us a year ago today: July 14, 2022. I will always miss his beautiful face, incredible sense of humor, and love for everything and everyone. I love you, Baba.

RIP Milan Kundera

Tomas did not realize at the time that metaphors are dangerous. Metaphors are not to be trifled with. A single metaphor can give birth to love. - The Unbearable Lightness of Being

From CONFLAGRATION

He putters into the bedroom and a minute later I hear the water running. Ross takes long-ass showers. I don’t know what for. He’s got like an inch of hair, an on-the-smaller-side body. How long does it take to wash it all? Then again, maybe that’s his way of doing what I’m about to do: relax. Maybe it’s less about need and more about desire, about wanting to remain under that steaming water, needing to tip his face up to the spray. The politics of forgetting, the persistence of memory. Let him have his space.

After a sleepless night

I arise to find that I don't give a fuck what people think. I mean, that's not totally true. But I'd wager it's truer than me than most. 

MacDowell fellers and their new books

And whaddya ya know, I'm one of them.

The collection of the James Baldwin Library at MacDowell grows with new works supported by MacDowell residencies!

Plus, each new book, album, score, and original artwork in the library comes as a gift from a MacDowell Fellow! https://t.co/UyRlBFvn1F pic.twitter.com/LXaHSHuyo0

— MacDowell (@MacDowell1907) June 28, 2023