May 3, 2021 | Uncategorized
—From CB— I generally spend at least half an hour a day practicing genocide. I refer, of course, to weeding the garden. Some green things just don’t belong. It’s not that I HATE weeds. True, I get pissed at the intransigence of stinky weed, sticky weed, thorny weed,...
Apr 26, 2021 | Uncategorized
—From EF— I’m not in South Carolina any more. I just finished a memoir draft revision of the chapter that chronicled 1966-68, our two years in Columbia, South Carolina, and celebrated again in memory the day when we crossed the state line en route to Milwaukee....
Apr 19, 2021 | Uncategorized
—From CB— I’m doing the layout for an anthology of our comedies, to be published in the fall. Three are in the commedia dell’arte tradition, two are solo shows, one a surreal satire, and one a piece that’s hard to justify its being called a comedy. Which leads me to...
Apr 12, 2021 | Uncategorized
—From EF— original sin vs. original blessing paranoia vs pronoia evil by nature vs decent by nature The litany of human awfulness has been getting to me. I haven’t been quite to the point of cutting off Facebook and the news, but close. Close. It’s been...
Apr 4, 2021 | Uncategorized
—From CB— I get tired, which I guess is normal at 79. But what’s tending to tire me out these days is the past. I’ve been sorting and filing tons of the remnants of a life: scripts, photos, reviews, grant applications, correspondence, etc. etc. etc.—knowing that when...
Mar 29, 2021 | Uncategorized
—From EF— I am having a difficult time with an old lover: music. We had children, lots of them, and they got lost. Now they’re turning up and asking why I didn’t keep them, feed them, give them a life. I’m torn between joy and the pain of not knowing...
Mar 21, 2021 | Uncategorized
—From CB— Each week has its challenge with reality. Sometimes it’s profound, sometimes trivial, though the trivial always has the potential of swelling into a hippopotamus. This week, the trivial stayed trivial. We were in our usual Sunday place at the ocean. It was...
Mar 14, 2021 | Uncategorized
—From EF— We first came to California in 1963 after three years at Northwestern, and moving cross-country to a new life changed everything for me. The North Bay climate returned me to the happily embodied life I’d had when I was a pre-school proto-pagan playing in the...
Mar 7, 2021 | Uncategorized
—From CB— What do I mean if I say octopus? The referent is fairly clear—a slimy sinuous thing rumored to be intelligent, and you might just ask, “So what about it?” But if I say love, that’s not so simple. You have to sort through a plethora of relationships you’ve...
Feb 28, 2021 | Uncategorized
—From EF— Poof. It’s a gentle sound, not alarming, and it’s accompanied by a modest puff of pearly smoke. It’s me seeing a pattern that’s been there forever, a pattern that suddenly shifted like a kaleidoscope and settled into something...
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