Friday, May 19, 2017

Friday, May 12, 2017

Wednesday, May 10, 2017

Tuesday, May 9, 2017


I love living
on a day like this
filled with sun
filled with warmth
a perfect day
to count my blessings.

let me die
on a day like this
filled with sun
filled with warmth
a perfect time
for permanent sleep

Monday, May 8, 2017


Nature takes a break
today, no storms
no ferocity and revenge
but a smiling warm day
filled with reminders
of how much we lose
when we piss off
Mother Earth

Saturday, April 29, 2017

Thursday, April 27, 2017


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My best part of day. Baking bread, make breakfsst, morning Ms game ... then to get through rest of day.

Wednesday, April 26, 2017


Stressful day. Glad it's over. Bake in morning, try to get grounded.

Monday, April 24, 2017


... to start rehearsing the script. Doing something I know how to do (for a change).

Sunday, April 23, 2017


Finished draft of NATURE WINS last night. Polish and time it today.

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Saturday, April 22, 2017

Friday, April 21, 2017


The sun! Really energizing. But rain tomorrow ...

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Tuesday, April 18, 2017


my fragility frightens me

I who has weathered storms
now crumble at a mere sneeze
of resistance

it's as if my will
has given up

as if Camus were wrong
and the struggle itself
will not fill a man's heart

it's as if all the questions
without answers
were not worth asking

and no ending justifies

Monday, April 17, 2017


Feeling good, despite kinks in my smoother goals. Ukulele progressing superbly. A project to create and rehearse. Busy with something other than the household mess.

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Found 2 others ready for a theater project here. Will now make it happen.

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Saturday, April 15, 2017


Let my old age
be filled with wonder

first at Nature
in all variety

next at ourselves
the human contradiction

creative and cruel
our own worst enemy

It was Pascal who said
our troubles begin
because we can't sit quietly
in an empty room


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How did old age
become so different
from all the ways
I imagined it?

Was it too extreme
to fantasize a quiet
life as a respected
old writer?

Nowhere in the fantasy
were the feelings
of irrelevance
of neglect
of impotence
that I feel today
in the picture.

How wrong I was.
How invisible I am.
I am not even here.
You are imagining me.

Good morning

Sketch's chair.

Thursday, April 13, 2017

2 new tunes

Soldier's Joy and June Apple, both a hoot to play. Getting good!

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Tuesday, April 11, 2017

Monday, April 10, 2017


Harriet made downsizing progress this morning. Great!


Seattle has the worst record in MLB. Nowhere to go but up.

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Sunday, April 9, 2017


Can't hold 5 run lead in 9th. Jeez.


I have no desire to write, despite some projects in mind, and this is a first. Two reasons, I think. My conclusion that literature matters little in this culture, so writing is like pissing into the wind. And, probably more significantly, my best writing is behind me. I cannot imagine writing better than SODOM or FAMILY CLIMATE, to mention fiction and drama. So why add to an archive that's already huge and seldom looked at? What's the point?

Fortunately I have energy for something else, which is getting good at clawhammer and jazz ukulele. New books coming, a vigorous study program shaping up, and I definitely need to engage it. Otherwise all I do around here is wait between meals. Eating, eating, eating. Beginning to feel like a curse.

I might put together a formal show. Or two. A new ukulele version of my Guthrie show, and a new show about roots music. We'll see. Be practicing on a regular basis, and long, is the first step.

The apartment is still a cluttered mess. Harriet is impossible. She leaves for a few days to go to a wedding and I plan to haul tons to storage in her absense, then duck at her anger upon return.

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Tuesday, April 4, 2017


Sounded great this morning. Time for new songs.

Monday, April 3, 2017


I don't think H is capable of downsizing. Her kids will deal with her stuff by default after she passes. Very unfortunate. It restricts our retirement options in major ways. I don't like it at all. But I see nothing to do about it. Bummer.

Sunday, April 2, 2017


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R.I.P. Yevtushenko

A Russian poet whose readings in soccer stadiums drew over one hundred thousand. Not in America.

Friday, March 31, 2017


Little energy to write lately. But good energy to practice ukulele. Interesting.

Monday, March 27, 2017

Sketch ...

... has a terrific new vet! She gets on the floor with him, no exam table. Located two blocks away, next to an irish pub. yowee!

Saturday, March 25, 2017


Oregon women upset Maryland, on to Elite 8!

A lovely morning

Definite progress in our second week here. Living room a week or two from being presentable.

Friday, March 24, 2017

Strange rhythm

Breakfast, put 3-5 boxes in storage, lunch, downsize prep, dinner, TV, bed.


This place is dangerous. The food is too damn good, three times a day with options, too easy to eat, rest, eat, rest. Need to make an effort to be active.

I did get the wifi set up yesterday, more easily than i expected, so it feels a bit like home with Kindle Fire TV and Alexa playing Gerry Mulligan. But clutter is still everywhere and will be for a while. Need to rearrange storage to make more room.

I can't find my netbook yet. Bummer. Some notes on it that I hope not to recreate.

Otherwise, hanging in. Harriet is warm and cold about this place. But slow trend toward the warm, I think.

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Tuesday, March 21, 2017

Slow progress

H is terrible at downsizing. All the clutter is her stuff, which she protects like a mother wolf. We may never get uncluttered here. Frankly I don't get it. Almost like a mental illness.

Monday, March 20, 2017


I stopped watching the news during the hectic week of moving and haven't started up again. I may be done as "an informed citizen." Too much irrational posturing in politics today.


Continuing downsizing apt this week, a big job. Hope to be "moved in" by summer!

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Sunday, March 19, 2017


... is the middle name of this place. Love it.

Saturday, March 18, 2017

A good place

I really like it here, and Harriet is getting into the rhythm and seeming to enjoy it more as well. Still a ton of work to downsize and make our apt liveable, which will take weeks or even months at our slow pace. That's okay. We can survive in it now fine.

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Friday, March 17, 2017


Got my own cart for moving boxes. Much moire practical, convenient, given how much I have to do.

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Doing a few boxes a day. Eventually we'll be where we want to be.

Going to teach bread making class here. Talked into it.

Thursday, March 16, 2017

Tuesday, March 14, 2017

Slow but sure

Will take a few months to get the apt right. No pressure really. But sooner better, as far as I'm concerned.

Monday, March 13, 2017

Settling in

Much, much work to get our apt right, what with H pack rat stuff. But we'll get there. Otherwise doing ok after first week.

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Sunday, March 12, 2017


During hectic last week of move, missed all newscasts. So refreshing I ain't going back! Deleted my news apps.

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Friday, March 10, 2017

Transition from hell

On smart phone ... Empty house, waiting for cleaners. Next to make apt liveable. What an ordeal!!!!

Saturday, March 4, 2017

Thursday, March 2, 2017


Life is full of surprises, and our retirement is no exception. After much thought, we decided not to move to Russellville. There's no doubt it's best suited for us in many ways: the "academic" activities, in house movie theater and sports bar, on Max line, eating options. But it also is considerably more expensive than many other places. When our basement sprung a leak, when it became clear that at R money would be very tight and emergencies a disaster, when our nest egg shrunk due to a variety of things, well, it made no financial sense to move to Russellville. So we opted instead for another place we liked, Vineyard Place in Milwaukie. The perks here are quiet scenic location but also across from library and next to movie house. And significantly less expensive, including all three meals. I think it will be fine. I will try and start a readers theater group and I plan to do volunteer work across the street at the library. It also is close to a small Unitarian church in Oregon City, which we'll check out.

The big move is Monday. I've been taking a carload of boxes over every day, another this morning.

We are close now!

Tuesday, February 28, 2017

Sunday, February 26, 2017

Tuesday, February 21, 2017


More to do but, man, I am pooped. There's old age for you. It sucks.


Arranged final bills. Feeling more official all the time.

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A busy day. Switch the utilities, downsize dishware, which means struggling with H about what to keep ha ha. VA pickup tomorrow.

Sign Thursday. Buyers already signed. Close Friday.


Monday, February 20, 2017

Cheese bread

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From grad school ...

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Waiting room

H seeing her doc, get approved for continued driving.

Progress on house front. At last.

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Saturday, February 18, 2017

Friday, February 17, 2017

Tick tock

Trump's anti-press conference would be funny – if it weren't so scary

Wednesday, February 15, 2017

A literary giant

The fire this time – the legacy of James Baldwin

Copy this day!

Today is how I envisioned moving being ... both working, jazz playing, dinner cooking ... but today is the first, a FUN day. More ...

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What a busy, exhausting, productive day -- and it's only 2pm! But I am done and Harriet has gone to take a nap. We're old enough to have only a few hours in us, at least at a time, which is why we need all the time we can get to get out of here. It's all grunt work now, putting loose items in bags and boxes, but even this is enough for us. We are hopeless, remembering how we could work our tails off when younger. No longer. Amazing. Old is old, the new reality.

But today was great. The secret is to put these one after another. We don't have too much wiggle room if the deal goes through. It is not officially dead, as the buy still hems and haws as to buying a leaking basement. If he wants to come down, we can reject it, and he has the option to still buy at the original price. All the balls are in his court until a new offer, if one comes at all. We're down about as much as we want to go. What a mess.

What a mess. What a mess. I'm gone.

Good morning

Trying to get our taxes done, as well as continuing to pack as if getting out of here will happen sooner rather than later. I have no idea if that will happen. I have no idea about moving at all anymore. Nothing has been predictable and all surprises have been negative.

Reading Hofstadter again, I see that Trump comes from a long anti-intellectual tradition, he's just more extreme than most. But this kind of prejudice and ignorance is nothing new. A very unfortunate truth about American culture.

Man, I love this AS! I've said that before. Sure I'll say it again many times in the future. Writing here, and pecking on my Kindle, have absolutely nothing in common.

Harriet has gotten into gear, finally, and has worked on the house two days in a row, packing her antiques. Neither of us can work very long without getting tired and having to stop. That's why it takes us so long. We paid to get the basement downsized, several grand, and could pay several grand more to do this for us, and would if we were wealthy, but we're not and we also have time, so we keep plugging along.

I had to ask for my big deposit back from Russellville. They wanted us and did everything to get us there, but now I am thinking it is too expensive for us, given all the recent uncertainties. I still am driving a car whose transmission is about to go, according to our mechanic. I expected to happen by now. More uncertainty, more stress. If the car goes after we've moved, we still have transportation. Before, another expense and issue to solve. Knock on my wooden head. Which actually seems to accomplish zilch.

I reread KEROUAC'S SCROLL. Another strong novel. With SODOM, two novels any writer should be proud to have written. And I am. Each with almost no readers. Too bad. But I am not wasting my time by marketing anything. I live in a different universe with different value system.

I need to work on taxes today ... and the house goal is to organize the stuff left in the basement. Lots of work yet to do in kitchen and bathroom, getting loose stuff into boxes.

When I look around this house, I am overwhelmed by how much is left to do. Do we even have time if a quick sale goes through? And Harriet is no help, thinking there's no problem but at the same time doing precious little to help. I assume I have to do it all and be surprised otherwise, as in the last two days.

I am so eager to start a new life in a retirement community somewhere! So is she, actually. And she needs it more than I do. Her memory loss is a real personal setback.

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Tuesday, February 14, 2017


Mike Flynn might be done – but Trump's nightmare has just begun

The time is right ...

... to revisit Richard Hofstadter's classic, Pulitzer book ANTI-INTELLECTUALISM IN AMERICAN LIFE. I begin tonight.

Limbo fever

Call me Limbo. Jesus, what a transition! Every time I see light at the end of the tunnel, I get blindsided and blinded by an attack of bats.

But hey! I am not a refugee, I don't live in Aleppo ... AND I AM NOT A REPUBLICAN!

Whenever, wherever, I'd like to start, or get involved in, a readers theater group, and from that see if there are some old farts as radical as I to do a little political street theater in Pioneer Square. Something to look forward to.

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Monday, February 13, 2017

UConn women

So exciting to watch. In tight game tonight with SC.


But we continue to pack ... moving eventually.

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I'm writing now on the AlphaSmart keyboard, which I haven't done in too long. Who said you can't go home zgain?

I am going to start a short story, I think, just to have a project, a diversion, from the recent stress. And an excuse to write on this wonderful keyboard every day. This is the best writing tool on the market! Precious few agree with me, if they know about it at all, but if you want to WRITE, and not be tempted away by the Internet, and you want hundreds of portable hours for 3 AAA batteries, well, this is your baby.

I hope a sale happens soon.
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Saturday, February 11, 2017


Lots in flux but our attitudes are good. Details as appropriate.

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Friday, February 10, 2017

Good news

In the recent mess, some good news.

Finally got H's retirement payout set up right. Working on it since Dec.

The house finally got appraised, and higher than I expected.

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Sullivan on Trump

Andrew Sullivan: “Then there is the obvious question of the president’s mental and psychological health. I know we’re not supposed to bring this up — but it is staring us brutally in the face. I keep asking myself this simple question: If you came across someone in your everyday life who repeatedly said fantastically and demonstrably untrue things, what would you think of him? If you showed up at a neighbor’s, say, and your host showed you his newly painted living room, which was a deep blue, and then insisted repeatedly — manically — that it was a lovely shade of scarlet, what would your reaction be? If he then dragged out a member of his family and insisted she repeat this obvious untruth in front of you, how would you respond? If the next time you dropped by, he was still raving about his gorgeous new red walls, what would you think? Here’s what I’d think: This man is off his rocker. He’s deranged; he’s bizarrely living in an alternative universe; he’s delusional. If he kept this up, at some point you’d excuse yourself and edge slowly out of the room and the house and never return. You’d warn your other neighbors. You’d keep your distance. If you saw him, you’d be polite but keep your distance.”

“I think this is a fundamental reason why so many of us have been so unsettled, anxious, and near panic these past few months. It is not so much this president’s agenda. That always changes from administration to administration. It is that when the lynchpin of an entire country is literally delusional, clinically deceptive, and responds to any attempt to correct the record with rage and vengeance, everyone is always on edge.”

“There is no anchor any more. At the core of the administration of the most powerful country on earth, there is, instead, madness.”
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La de dah

I wonder what a day without surprises feels like.

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Thursday, February 9, 2017

Nighty night

Not quite official yet but the deal is very likely dead.

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Deal breaker?

After a foot of snow followed by two heavy rain storms, minor basement leak (our realtor's flooded!):


despite the news of the day
reporting the usual lies and atrocities
the wars, the crooked deals
the horrors happening to children
the collage of world suffering

and the lesser grief
in my personal plot of existence
the aches and pains of old age
the stress of finite finances
and always something going wrong
few surprises inviting welcome

the world going
"to hell in a hand basket"
and all that

despite it all

not one shred of horror
or grief or suffering
not one human complaint
not one human tragedy

compromises the joy
the wonder and the delight
the extraordinary gift of listening

to Gerry Mulligan's solo
on "My Funny Valentine"


Sometimes it feels as if the Universe is conspiring to keep me out of Russellville.

Tricks of the gods

Possible deal breaker appeared today. Realtor working to repair.

AMAZING!??! in a "toy thing of the gods" sort of way.

Wednesday, February 8, 2017


Saw our apt, it is GREAT. Knock knock etc.

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Tuesday, February 7, 2017

James Baldwin on America

From the new documentary ...

It’s not a question of what happens to the Negro here or to the black man here—that’s a very vivid question for me, you know—but the real question is what is going to happen to this country. I have to repeat that.

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In the years in Paris, I had never been homesick for anything American— neither waffles, ice cream, hot dogs, baseball, majorettes, movies, nor the Empire State Building, nor Coney Island, nor the Statue of Liberty, nor the Daily News, nor Times Square. All of these things had passed out of me. They might never have existed, and it made absolutely no difference to me if I never saw them again. But I had missed my brothers and sisters, and my mother. They made a difference.

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They don’t want to believe, still less to act on the belief, that what is happening in Birmingham is happening all over the country. They don’t want to realize that there is not one step, morally or actually, between Birmingham and Los Angeles.

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I’m terrified at the moral apathy, the death of the heart, which is happening in my country. These people have deluded themselves for so long that they really don’t think I’m human. And I base this on their conduct, not on what they say. And this means that they have become in themselves moral monsters.

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I have always been struck, in America, by an emotional poverty so bottomless, and a terror of human life, of human touch, so deep, that virtually no American appears able to achieve any viable, organic connection between his public stance and his private life.

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What I’m trying to say to this country, to us, is that we must know this… …we must realize this, that no other country in the world has been so fat and so sleek, and so safe, and so happy, and so irresponsible, and so dead. No other country can afford to dream of a Plymouth and a wife and a house with a fence and the children growing up safely to go to college and to become executives, and then to marry and have the Plymouth and the house and so forth. A great many people do not live this way and cannot imagine it, and do not know that when we talk about “democracy,” this is what we mean.

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To watch the TV screen for any length of time is to learn some really frightening things about the American sense of reality. We are cruelly trapped between what we would like to be and what we actually are. And we cannot possibly become what we would like to be until we are willing to ask ourselves just why the lives we lead on this continent are mainly so empty, so tame, and so ugly. These images are designed not to trouble, but to reassure. They also weaken our ability to deal with the world as it is, ourselves as we are.

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All of the Western nations have been caught in a lie, the lie of their pretended humanism; this means that their history has no moral justification, and that the West has no moral authority.

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The story of the Negro in America is the story of America. It is not a pretty story. What can we do? Well, I am tired…. I don’t know how it will come about. I know that no matter how it comes about, it will be bloody; it will be hard. I still believe that we can do with this country something that has not been done before. We are misled here because we think of numbers. You don’t need numbers; you need passion. And this is proven by the history of the world. The tragedy is that most of the people who say they care about it do not care.

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What they care about is their safety and their profits. The American way of life has failed— to make people happier or make them better. We do not want to admit this, and we do not admit it.

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In this country, for a dangerously long time, there have been two levels of experience. One, to put it cruelly, can be summed up in the images of Gary Cooper and Doris Day: two of the most grotesque appeals to innocence the world has ever seen. And the other, subterranean, indispensable, and denied, can be summed up, let us say, in the tone and in the face of Ray Charles.

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History is not the past. It is the present. We carry our history with us. We are our history. If we pretend otherwise, we literally are criminals. I attest to this: the world is not white; it never was white, cannot be white. White is a metaphor for power, and that is simply a way of describing Chase Manhattan Bank.

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What white people have to do is try and find out in their own hearts why it was necessary to have a “nigger” in the first place, because I’m not a nigger, I’m a man. But if you think I’m a nigger, it means you need him. The question that you’ve got to ask yourself, the white population of this country has got to ask itself, North and South because it’s one country and for a Negro there is no difference between the North and the South—it’s just a difference in the way they castrate you, but the fact of the castration is the American fact….If I’m not the nigger here and you invented him, you the white people invented him, then you’ve got to find out why. And the future of the country depends on that, whether or not it is able to ask that question.
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Peck's documentary on Baldwin

Just finished the screenplay. Brilliant, which is no surprise since the language is Baldwin's. The book adds essays by Peck and the film's editor.

No more important book for our troubled times. James Baldwin is our most prophetic writer.

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Olive bread

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Sunday, February 5, 2017

Super Bowl

Not much into it since my drinking days. Don't follow NFL or NBA. But no doubt I'll watch some of it.

More, hoping for a mellow day, making a little progress.
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Saturday, February 4, 2017

Deep breaths

One month to go, much work, potential stress, little help from H, really must focus, plan daily chores, hire help as needed, not get overwhelmed.

Beginning today.

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Friday, February 3, 2017

Pinching myself

Man. We caught a break.

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All is good! Mar 6 new moving date.

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From realtor ...

the appraisal is out of final review and all is good! The value is supported and there are no conditions. Congratulations!

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Following Trump on the news. Wean myself from current affairs at R?

May have to push back move a week.

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Thursday, February 2, 2017

Guarded joy

If the unofficial becomes official, we're in great shape. And it's time to get serious.


"All looks good," says realtor. Official tomorrow or Monday.

Why Portland sucks

#4 nationally in rate of gentrification.

V. 1980s, "This is how Greenwich Village used to be."

But Russellville can be a hotel anywhere, like Switzerland, Europe, Denmark. I need to get there. Soon.

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Damn it!

Where's the appraisal? Can't step forward without it.

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Sourdough success.

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Sourdough #3

Best looking. Taste?

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25 days

We hope ...

Try again

Made croutons of #2. Try #3 with adjusted process.


Worse than first loaf. Back to drawing board.

Trepidation II

Best case: I rent our apt at R today.
Worst case: new negotiations after low appraisal
Alt: no news today

Ah, me. They configure this process for maximum stress.


Sourdough has different procedure, which I haven't mastered yet.

Second loaf about to go in.

Wednesday, February 1, 2017


The end of my story "The Epistemoligical Uncle":

And so — as the train pulled away past the encouraging and energetic waving of my parents, leaving Judy and the carefree idyll of my youth somewhere behind in the vast stretch of harvest-ripe golden grainland, and moved forward into the wind to begin the long journey to college — I settled into my seat, closed my eyes and for the first time began to realize how little I knew and how uncertain would be the knowing yet to come; so that by the time the train announced its departure from Adam, sounding like the howling of my Uncle Buck, "Do you really knoooooooooow?," I knew I didn't know what had really happened between Judy and me, or why Uncle Buck drank, or what was waiting for me at college.

I didn't know much of anything, though I didn't yet know that this itself was knowing.


Political pundits never seem to question their certainty.


We might be home free tomorrow. Or not.

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Has a 1 BR for us. Occupy late Feb, perfect. Waiting on appraisal report.

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If you look at the news from the point of view of a dramatist, it's very boring. Endless repetition. Verbs never change, only nouns. Zzzzzzz!

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Leading the dissent

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She doesn't give a shit about all the political hot air driving the main, alternative and social media. She presents an equal opportunity wrath and destruction. The final irony of the gods: we are indivisible.
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Hot air

Several years ago I made a short video about how global warming is caused by human hot air. I was on to something, which is worse now.

So many self-appointed political experts, left and right, expounding on abstract issues and defining blame while an historically urgent reality, a mentally ill man in the WH, screams for immediate focus and attention.

And some lefties still defend Russia! They need to listen to Pussy Riot!

Women need to step up and harness the energy of dissent. Men need to shut up and get the fuck out of the way.
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The women's march was extraordinary because of the images in this age of media. Huge numbers, widespread. This must be replicated to keep the pressure on and force Trump to over-react, losing supporters in Congress. One hopes.

Cooking fool

Over 4 hrs into day long tomato sauce ... ribs in Korean marinade for dinner tonight or tomorrow ... second sourdough loaf tomorrow and today sourdough blueberry pancakes for breakfast.

What else can I conjure up?

A farewell column

26 days

Started day long tomato sauce, will freeze some.

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Tuesday, January 31, 2017

Pankaj Mishra

Started his THE AGE OF ANGER, early on very impressed, a cogent discussion of today's world.
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Yard sign

The good life

Listening to jazz, counting my blessings.


An escape from the world, no doubt about it. Like living in a hotel in Switzerland. Write, read, play ukulele, eat at one of three options (or at home), let weekly housekeeping deal with mess, watch nightly movies that appeal to me, bake bread for strangers, hop the MAX, walk to Starbucks, play games or join groups, or hide in secluded spots inside and out ... I expect to love it. But I worry about Harriet. Hard to please. And having a bad day.


Like watching an ice cube melt.

And then the house, waiting, waiting.

Not the best of times.

Sick at heart

Krugman writes that Trump or the Republic will be gone within the year. Sounds about right to me.

More protest + more Trump response = martial law

Seems inevitable to me. Then what? In revolutions, often what matters is which side the Army is on. I have no idea.

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Expect to make my own breakfast at R. Can't top it.

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The challenge

The anti-Trump resistance will fail if we don't ditch establishment Democrats


And it should be led by women.

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Danger zone

Lessons of Holocaust being forgotten, says Prince Charles

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27 days

Hoping to get there before martial law. I'm serious.

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Monday, January 30, 2017


First try, much went wrong ... Continued to check taste ... Do better next time.

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Light rye

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The bottom line

"Precisely because the problem is one of temperament and character, it will not get better. It will get worse, as power intoxicates Trump and those around him. It will probably end in calamity—substantial domestic protest and violence, a breakdown of international economic relationships, the collapse of major alliances, or perhaps one or more new wars (even with China) on top of the ones we already have. It will not be surprising in the slightest if his term ends not in four or in eight years, but sooner, with impeachment or removal under the 25th Amendment. The sooner Americans get used to these likelihoods, the better." from Bloggeroid

Good morning

The Muslim ban has brought the US close to constitutional crisis


Many, many predicted disaster from a Trump presidency. Not many this quickly -- though HRC did. Are there enough sane Republicans in Congress to deal with this before he declares martial law?

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28 days

... if all goes well.

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Sunday, January 29, 2017

Sunday story hour

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Sad times

Martial law

Some weeks ago I predicted T would declare martial law this summer. Alas, likely sooner than that.

Trump v. Clinton

Those progressives who saw no difference between T and C look like imbeciles now. However, there is a broad perspective in which this makes sense, and history could make it so. What this perspective ignores is present tense on the ground human suffering, as with refugees and immigrants. Some progressives get so abstract and theoretical, they become blind and deaf to the tears and cries right in front of them.

For the record, Trump. is considerably more inept and dangerous than Clinton.

Unless a new progressive coalition is led by women, I have little hope for its success.

I am not your Negro

Upcoming documentary on James Baldwin, as good as any American writer in my lifetime. Just preordered script.

29 days

A glass of buttermilk never tasted better.

Saturday, January 28, 2017

No surprise

Trump isn't surprising me, unfortunately. He is being himself. Those, especially progressives, who saw no difference between Trump and Clinton, or who thought the office would change him, were blind to reality. There's a lot of it going around.

And Putin won't change either. Once a KGB officer ...

But his supporters continue to surprise me. And depress me.
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A humane country

“To those fleeing persecution, terror and war, Canadians will welcome you, regardless of your faith. Diversity is our strength.”

— Canadian Prime Minister Justin Trudeau, on Twitter.

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Saturday = MJQ + ...

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Neither of us have much energy today. The waiting, I think.

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Asked myself, what did I do differently? Had countdown titles with no post. Added post, fixed. Logic rules.

Temporary "fix"

Reduced days on start page until I figure out how to get column back, content of which is now below posts. Bummer.


Lost right column.

Waiting game

... next 3 or 4 days, waiting for appraisal report. If cool, rent storage for H's remaining downsizing, to deal with ASAP at R, and rent a 1 BR, our new home, and begin moving boxes. Once we rent, we'll have a meal ticket, begin using it.

Knock on my wooden head - which is getting sore.

30 days

tick tock
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Friday, January 27, 2017

Old man

Trip for groceries did me in late this afternoon.

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The progressive press, by and large, is pretty pathetic, spinning the news as egregiously as their rightwing counterparts. Give me the BBC.

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31 days

tick tock

Good vibes

Re appraisal. We'll see!


"That’s right: we now live in a world where overwhelming evidence of anthropogenic global warming is available but Trump declares the evidence does not exist, and a complete lack of evidence of voter fraud leaves Trump insisting voter fraud exists.

Reality hasn’t been turned upside down. It’s been twisted inside-out."


Thin souled

'Trump doesn't care about culture': how will his presidency affect the arts?

Gorbachev's warning: stop this prep for war

Thursday, January 26, 2017

All day sauce

... for spaghetti tonight. Doesn't get any better.

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Literary awards

I've received awards during my career, I've not, and on several occassions I've been a judge, giving awards to others. Some thoughts.

Hands down, the most satisfying awards are those I did not apply for. The others turn writers into marketers, a perversion of literature and its support.

Most awards would better support literature by being a lottery. This would remove personality and politics from the procedure.

Awards are not about writers and literature. They are about judges and personal taste.

Awards with entry fees make a bad situation worse.

The quickest, easiest way for a new arts organization to gain credibility is to give an award. A shameful reality.

Since awards are a crapshoot, respect for language and honesty would make them a literal crapshoot, that is, A LOTTERY.


Finished my novel. Salinger said an artist's only task is to aim for perfection by his own standards. By this ruler, I've done the best work I can do with this book. Can't do better.

I'll still write. A memoir of ideas long brooded. Short stories, where I began.

And one hoop to go.

Bigger picture

Speedy universe expansion challenges Einstein’s theory



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Tick tock, the doomsday clock

32 days

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My feelings on the downhill side.

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Liar-in-Chief: the interview

Slow cooking, all day long

Turkey legs in oven, tomato sauce on stove. Good smells today!

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Wednesday, January 25, 2017

La La Land

We liked it. The scenery made me homesick.

33 days

... until Russellville.

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Conservatives against Trump

International humanity

Dutch respond to Trump's 'gag rule' with international safe abortion fund

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California rules

Sanest state in nation. I miss it, still consider it home, get teary eyed watching game in Rose Bowl and seeing San Gabriel mountains, my front door view growing up.
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Slow motion

Watching the political scene is like watching an impending disaster in slow motion and hoping for a last minute rescue.

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What I look forward to

Writing regularly again.

Practicing ukulele regularly again.

Engaging fantasy of living in a hotel.

Meeting new people.

Riding MAX (stop at doorstep) to new places.

Watching movies in Russellville theater.

Baking bread for new customers.

Explorations unknown.

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Moving forward

Waiting for appraisal to be scheduled.

Received tentative closing statement. We're in better shape than I projected.

Russellville is ready for us.

This is great. Trump is horrific. Zero sum universe.

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Tuesday, January 24, 2017

Fear and deep sorrow ...

... about the political climate. The arrogance of Clinton camp, taking rust belt for granted when on the ground staff were screaming she was in deep trouble, turned the election. She lost it herself.

And now we get tests of courage: who steps up against challenges that erode already damaged parameters of free speech, equality and choice?

And what about the conflict between the hidden tyranny of corporate power and the visible tyranny of a mentally ill con man? Some say the former will use him - and dump him. We'll see.

Come on, Russellville!

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A predictable direction/disaster

Resurrection of Keystone and DAPL cements America's climate antagonism


How much will it take before Hillary-hating progressives realize Trump is far, far worse? Will they belatedly work to stop him?

Oatmeal maple rolls


Two shocks rattling in my brain: a mad man in the WH; and we actually sold the house. Feb 27 should be first night sleeping at Russellville.

A good place to disappear!

"I prefer not to."

Herman Melville's Bartleby and the steely strength of mild rebellion

Monday, January 23, 2017


This appears to be happening ...

Wooden head

Knock, knock! Reached post inspection agreement on house sale! Leaves only appraisal to screw it up. Looking damn good.


CBS News confirmed reports that President Donald Trump brought a studio audience to his visit with the CIA on Saturday. The news agency reports that an official said the visit left a wake of “unease,” “made relations with the intelligence community worse,” and was “uncomfortable.”


Progressives who disregarded or under-estimated the danger of Trump hopefully now are resisting this sick madman. They did NOT give T the election but their energy is needed now. This is an historic crisis and we've just begun.

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Cheddar bread

Earlier cheese breads just ok but this is really good. First with artisan flour using la cloche.
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