Just got confirmation that I will be going to Shanghai for two weeks to teach, right after the course in Singapore. That means I’ll have to walk down the street and wait in line at the consulate for a visa. M reminds me I also need a polio booster. She also gave me a SARS mask in case I get trapped in any crowded, unventilated areas.
So I’m trying to read up on Shanghai and I’m already overwhelmed. So what to see in Shanghai?
Looks like I’m headed to Singapore for a couple of weeks to teach. Fingers crossed on Shanghai right afterwards. In September, M and I are headed to France—Toulouse to Paris.
Vol. 13, No. 1
If you’ve ever spent time in a house heated by a wood-burning stove, you know that you structure your day around the “the acquisition, management, and burning of firewood.” The desire to be warm is so basic, the need for firewood so endless, one might, given the right circumstances, become obsessed with these activities. In “Firewood,” J. Robert Lennon takes it further. An unruly woodpile and a deteriorating marriage propel a swift and thorough psychological delusion, aided by grief, pot, and vodka.
Another year…We closed on the 1BR on Geary Blvd., which means we’re moving out of the Inner Sunset before the month is out—exciting and scary at the same time. In the past year I’ve written a novel and a couple of short stories, and this year I should probably try to make them good. I also stopped shaving two weeks ago, and for the first time in my life I have the semblance of a beard. M is undecided about the last development.
I don’t miss my 20s. I’m glad I’m in my early-mid-30s.