Thursday, July 20, 2023

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!

Friday, July 14, 2023

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.



Wednesday, July 12, 2023

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

Saturday, July 8, 2023

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.

Monday, July 3, 2023

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.