[Our ginger girl Poe, helping me with some weeding.]
This past week was the latest in a long streak of days in which my time is not my own. One would think that summer is a time of rest and rejuvenation, but that apparently only applies to people who are old enough to go to school and young enough to not have to work during the summer months.
Reading
My morning read is Magical/Realism by Vanessa Angelica Villarreal. My lunchtime book is Maurizio Lazzarrato’s Captital Hates Everyone, and my evening book is Thomas McGuane’s Gallantin Canyon. All are going well. All are excellent.
Writing
For the first time in more than twenty years, I attended the River City Writer’s Group, which I first visited at the old UICA space on Sheldon and Weston, back in the late 1990s. My after-work time is limited, but I do plan to attend at least once a month. Though writing is mainly a solitary pursuit, I miss the community aspect of reading and critiquing.
Subject: Mutants, Empire
Setting: Lost City
Genre: Noir
Listening
Fat Jon the Ample Soul Physician, “Rain Dance”. I first encountered Fat Jon on the compilation album Ropeladder 12, published by Mush Records. The album is out of print but can be heard online here and there. I listened to it a LOT back in the early 2000s as I tried to figure out what I was doing with my life. And here I am, listening to it again.
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