General
They play the tennis
I don’t know if any of my readers like watching women’s tennis, or any tennis, or if they like pulling their own hair out or keying their own cars, but I’m going to assume no. Yesterday while bumming around the parental castle I found myself listening to the announcers for a lady-game my dad was … Continue reading
New photos
The last of the Europe photos are up. You can see the remaining London pics, our weekend in Oxford, and our time in NY with Dave. Also please enjoy these photos of last weekend’s little poolside gathering.
Conversations with Anais
The Lad and I are still trying to find a good solution to my problem of phonelessness; until that happens I must maintain radio silence and I spend my days with la Nin in kind of a dream state. Anais, I say, what do you think of all this? I have raged at the wall … Continue reading
Ring the bell: school’s in, sucka.
Home at last. Home means hanging out with Michele, and hanging out with Michele means complaining to her about how old we are getting. “Do you realize,” I said, “that there are freshmen in high school now who were born in nineteen ninety-two?” Those of you inclined to lust after the younger generation (you know … Continue reading
America plays the hits
We are at last back on American soil and American soil is suffering from 1000% humidity. New York is hot, loud, crowded, roachy and hideous but by god it’s home. Sort of. The Lad and I are both feeling dazed by the sheer Americanness of everything. “Our money is so BIG,” I say in wonder, … Continue reading
Fabulous, Harry, I love the feathers.
Got woken up at 9:30 today after going to bed at 5:00 a.m. Why at 5:00, you ask? Because Thomas and his flatmate and I were up until then downloading Disney songs and singing along. The Lad, who woke me up this morning talking to another flatmate and then came back to bed, said “When … Continue reading
The Slumlord of Gropecunt Road
We’re making dinner in Thomas’s kitchen and the lettuce is covered with little snails and slugs. Each new creepy-crawly discovered gives rise to a long debate about how best to dispose of it — down the sink? In the trash? Outside? In the salad, for protein? We sit around drinking wine and listening to Thomas … Continue reading
Overheard conversation in a post office in Paris
I order a dozen stamps at the post office counter and then Melanie and I walk off to stick them while the Lad pays. “Always the same, eh?” the post office man commiserates. “Ze woman orders, ze man pays.” “Indeed,” says the Lad. “A woman in Paris,” says the post office man, lost in a … Continue reading
Sleepless in Prague
On our last night in Dublin we went to visit Oscar Wilde, or anyway his statue. Unfortunately the park was closed for the night when we got there so we could only peer at him longingly through the bars. I wonder whose melancholy duty it is to lock Oscar up again night after night. Now … Continue reading
10th Century riddle seen at the Book of Kells exhibit which sounds like a Michael Ondaatje poem
One of my enemies ended my life Sapped my world strength afterward soaked me Wetted in water,…Set me in sun where soon I lost the haurs which I had. And then the hard knife edge cut me…Fingers folded me and feather of bird traced all over my tawny surface With drops of delight,… Then for … Continue reading