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Road
Journals
(Goes On All The Field Trips)
This is
no mere cross-country trip (not that any of them are -- a
road trip nearly always becomes a journey). But this one is
the move of a lifetime, folding 15 years in one home (and
33 years of our marriage) into 250 boxes. Our 2,000 square
foot San Francisco flat is strewn with the substance and impedimenta
of two childhoods and one and a half careers, with the physical
manifestations of four creative accumulators, chroniclers,
and self-observing, nostalgic celebrators of iconic objects
and images and moments. ...continue... |
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Today's Message
(A Familiar Voice On Your Answering Machine)
November
4, 2005 - I posted a poem here last week, Reviving
The Art of Correspondence, relating the contemporary experience
of digital letter writing between women. Today I opened Sunday's
New York Times to a review of "Women's
Letters", which sounds like a fascinating collection
of private correspondence from the Revolution to the present.
So much historical truth and cultural insight lies in the
personal and social realms (a la Howard Zinn's
People's History). The problem is, how will our progeny
sift through billions of Instant Messages and blogs, much
of it dashed off and trivial, to capture the intimacies and
historical insights that biographers and historians have traditionally
harvested from letters and personal papers? That is, if these
communications are even salvageable—they are likely
to be lost in cyberspace, or locked in code, stacked up in
insurmountable virtual landfills full of old hard drives awaiting
recycling...continue...
October
27, 2005 -If you are a political pundit you write
a blog to change the world. Or rather, to get the credit you
deserve for perceptively articulating how the world ought
to be changed. (That's DailyKos,
Josh,
the pundit squads,
even that "I'm just looking to amuse" chick
on
all the talk shows.) If you are a diarist,
you write a blog to share your intimate thoughts and personal
feelings. If you are a geek,
you write a blog to wax techtastic and wow your programmer
cohorts. But if you are a writer, you write a blog so as to
force yourself to write every day...continue...
October
10, 2005 - Having just watched my first born graduate
from Stanford University, I was fascinated by Malcolm Gladwell's
piece
in the New Yorker about the history of Ivy League college
admissions. WOW. Check it out, the truth behind the bizarre,
inscrutable system for anointing the academic elite is fascinating
and oh so American ...continue...
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Reading Material
(Slips Notes Into Your Lunchbox)
October
29, 2005 - If you enjoy making Boohbahs
dance (and you will), you'll love all of these
"interactive activities."
October
19, 2005 - Blogging it old
School.
October
16, 2005 - Go
here, do this.
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Memoirs & Articles
(Home Movies)
East Hampton Star GUESTWORDS Column, October 27, 2005 - On
the eighth straight day of torrential downpours on Long Island
I keep waking during the night (three am, four am, five am),
haunted by the relentless pounding of water on the asphalt
shingles of our house's deeply sloped saltbox roof. (This
roof lies three feet above my pillow; when I sit up in bed
my head enters the crevice where roof meets wall.) It feels
a tad biblical; I'm finding six months of rain delivered in
one grand gesture physically disconcerting; it releases the
kind of nameless, claustrophobic anxiety familiar to all who
reluctantly frequent the hour of the wolf...continue...
San
Francisco Memoir, February 2005: Even though there
is a huge garbage dumpster right next to it, your head bangs
against a bathroom window, and the view is of SUVs fighting
for parking spaces, I still always claim the bench behind
Peet's Coffee when the sun is out...continue... |
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your
mom roasts turkeys
and sears duck breast
your mom bakes apple pies
and whips cream
your mom wraps presents
and lights candelabras
your
mom fills file boxes with words
your mom was a rebel and a dropout
your mom yearns for youth
and immortality
your mom devoted years to you
because you were so much fun
and made her so happy
your
mom is bitter, heartbroken
and disillusioned
your mom is idealistic and dreamy
and believes in you
your mom has been rapping lightly
on the window of the world
for 50 years
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Dearest
Guest,
According
to Technorati's October 05 State
of The Blogosphere Report, a new blog is created somewhere in
the world every second; 70,000 new blogs are born each and every
day.
The
moment Your Mom went live, it became blog number, say,
19.6 million and one.
Your
Mom is roughly the 19,600,001st person to slowly raise her digital,
bejeweled hand for a turn to speak. In five months there will be
40 million blogs, and five months after that, 80 million.
Your
Mom is dancing as fast as she can, her converse all stars tapping
out "listen to me, listen to me" in nanosecond time.
But,
sitting in the woods at her lonely keyboard, any attempt to grasp
the numerical truth only reveals to Your Mom that getting up each
morning in wool socks and gray hoodie to blog against the
dying of the light, is not a reality-based exercise, and what
good can come of that?
So
let's just keep this between her and you—one writer, one reader,
perhaps the occasional voyeur. Mom wrote a poem
about this in 1995.
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