I’m reading Don Quixote because Kundera can’t stop talking about it in The Curtain, a book I love.
I’m reading Geoff Dyer’s The Ongoing Moment. This book is extremely irritating for a lot of quite interesting reasons involving the notion of creative nonfiction as a genre, the question of expertise, ways of reading/seeing, and authority. But I’m not going to get into that here, for reasons soon to be explained.
I’m reading Color Correction for Digital Photographers. Only for 20 minutes at a stretch, because it puts me to sleep.
I watched Chris Rock’s Good Hair, and that was totally fascinating.
I watched Michael Moore’s Capitalism: A Love Story and kept bursting into tears, which made me angry, because I should be doing something about injustice instead of crying about it while I eat pesto in front of the TV.
I’m not doing much about injustice, though I have been harrying my elected state representatives to pass HB-1 to get rid of Alabama’s punitive sales tax on groceries.
I’ve started a garden. It looks like this.
I’ve written some new poems. You can’t see those anywhere yet.
I’m reading and rereading Borchert obsessively.
What I haven’t been doing is writing on this blog, because it’s started to feel like a chore. So I’m going to set it aside for a while. I don’t think this is going to be much of a blow to my readers, of which there are, I think, probably only three or four anyway.
Nevertheless, I would like to say to those readers that I love them.