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Weird & possibly a little gross

So I plucked a crazy hair from my eyebrow (yes! I retain a modicum of grooming habits. Above the neck. But ask me if I've worn anything except sweatpants for the last year) & it had split ends! Did you ever hear of such a thing? Turns out it really is a thing &, like everything else strange in my life, it's because I'm old & eyebrows also start to give out. 

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The train

Took the subway today for the first time since last March, when I got back from Edinburgh & never left town again. Walking was hard because of the hidden wells of slush on every corner. My waterproof boots got soaked & I just didn't want to walk back from Chelsea. F at 14th & 6th to Second Ave stop. It wasn't crowded or amazingly clean. It was familiar & not even in an "I've been away will ya look at this" sort of way. And yet, it's a tiny step back to my New York life. One that I might not do again for another 10 1/2 months..... 

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Monday Quote: Snow

My sister Lindsay, my brother Charlie, & me (that's the same giddy snow-face I still have), possibly setting off to surprise Grandma Alice on her 75th birthday. We took the train to California & I remember having a hard time believing that two such different weathers could exist simultaneously. 

Snow was falling, so much like stars filling the dark trees that one could easily imagine its reason for being was nothing more than prettiness.

~ Mary Oliver, "Snowy Night"

 

As I've said many times, in New York City, snow pretty much is for nothing more than prettiness, & along with that, we don't have to shovel or drive, so its elsewhere drawbacks don't apply. I remember making igloos with the little girl next door (when I was a little girl, but she was littler). Ice skating at the park that they flooded every winter, a couple blocks down Summit from us. The purest part of my childhood has snow in it. 

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Snow jitters

That's what my friend, the genius (or WeatherWizard, as Johnny called him) behind WillisWeather, calls the anticipation & uncertainty of waiting for a big winter storm. It's looking pretty good for us right now. He says I'll either be happy or deliriously happy. And someone I work with, in response to my casually asking if she was looking forward to the snow, said, "I am so ready for snow—can't wait to shovel my front stoop and if i'm lucky cross country in the park. I think we are the only 2 NYer's over 6 years old who feel this way." And now I feel that we are friends. Loving snow is like a secret handshake, & you're in the club. It's starting in a couple of hours. I bought root vegetables for soup. It's gonna be great! 

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Crosby, Stills, Nash & Old

I came up with that head. It's not ageist, right? I'm old. Doesn't anyone but me & Johnny think it's witty?

 

I've been enjoying seeing Sanders (& mittens!) everywhere, in art, historic phots, album covers, family photos....

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A love poem

Illustrations by Fairfield Porter.

We had a spat (that's why I forgot my jacket yesterday, truth be told). I would have been satisfied with a hug & a promise but he gave me this beautiful poem of Ted's. Johnny! The most handsome Stanton in Manhattan! 

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The old days

It's late, I'm fading, have nothing to say... BUT! I can drift back to the old days & without a doubt something will come to me... Such as... Oh hmmm, still have no thoughts... Maybe I'll relate the amusing reason I missed karate today. I was all set to go, bike helmet on, & then—where was my coat? I couldn't find it anywhere. I went home & there it was—I had walked out & to work without a jacket, on a 30-something degree day. Well, not a big surprise, since I'm largely impervious to cold, but it discombobulated me plus I had a ton of work & an hour talk with Susie & postcards to construct & send & I learned some expressions that form the continuous present as that verb form doesn't exist in Norwegian. Whew. So no karate. I guess it's a new day not old ones but I'm not fixing this. Zzzzzz. 

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Happy new year 2021

I would have encouraged people to come to the Poetry Project Marathon on New Year's Day but that wasn't possible, of course. They did an amazing job of splicing together 25 hours of videos, most only a couple of minutes long. They are slowly getting them posted & if you want, you can see me at 23:30 in this segment of the whole event. Kick in a few bucks if you can to keep the Project chugging on. 

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Monday Quote

Neighbor is not a geographic term. It is a moral concept. 

~ Rabbi Joachim Prinz

 

As a young rabbi in Berlin, Joachim Prinz (1902-88) was outspoken against Nazism from early on and fled to the United States in 1937. He spoke at the 1963 March on Washington. 

 

I love this. Love this. It settles things, doesn't it? 

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27°

Turns out that below 27° is when it's too cold for me to do karate outdoors in just a tee-shirt, at least for more than half an hour. Saying this makes me think of Johnny asking, Ya braggin' or complainin'? It's not a virtue just a fact of my South Dakota-born metabolism. I'm always a little surprised that the cold doesn't get to me much.

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Poem of the Week

Starting Again

 

an old woman on parade

wants a glass of ginger ale

everyone turns to see why the drums

changed their rhythm

 

we start again & start anew

she sings above scarred birds

whistles for luck

finds a wind harp & a stone

 

to start with no one's home

one's home

follows like a tree

& a mardi gras beat puts us to sleep

 

 

 

[This is from 2 Januarys ago, for what it's worth.]

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The old days (the Ezra Pound)

What are the circumstances of this photo? I am pretty sure it was taken by my friend Pecos, in front of my building, the Ezra Pound, circa 1980. Had my car just been stolen? No, that was later. Was it art? You be the judge. That tree is pretty big now. I guess it's only old days because it's in the past. I don't seem to have a story to go with it. 

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PRESIDENT BIDEN

I can breathe again. Sleep again. Hope again. I don't have to be horrified, embarrassed, scared. A real president: competent, kind, smart, any number of good qualities not possessed by his predecessor. Whose name I shall never type again. 

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A walk by the river

A few flakes of promising snow (but alas, it was a lick & a promise that came to naught) ... a steely North Sea sky... a great catching-up talk with an old friend ... this weather vane ... & less than 24 hours till the psychopath-in-chief sneaks out of the White House. I heard he asked for a red carpet, a brass band, & a 21-gun salute. Really? Brass balls. 

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Monday Quote

If you want to be important—wonderful. If you want to be recognized—wonderful. If you want to be great—wonderful. But recognize that he who is greatest among you shall be your servant. That's a new definition of greatness. By giving that definition of greatness, it means that everybody can be great, because everybody can serve. You don't have to have a college degree to serve. You don't have to make your subject and your verb agree to serve. You don't have to know about Plato and Aristotle to serve. You don't have to know Einstein's theory of relativity to serve. You don't have to know the second theory of thermodynamics in physics to serve. You only need a heart full of grace, a soul generated by love. And you can be that servant.

~ Martin Luther King, Jr.

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There's always the past....

How cool is this? Using ground-penetrating radar (GPR), archaeologists have found, buried on a farm in Norway, a thousand-year-old Iron Age burial site that includes the remains of a 60' ship, a feasting hall and more. I've been to various ruins aroud the world & I suppose the people who lived in places like Copán in Honduras didn't imagine their home would one day be abandoned & forgotten for centuries. I think about what were once world languages like Akkadian that no one can translate today. And I often think how insubstantial even Manhattan often feels, especially recently when the whole American "experiment" seems evanescent. It's hard to imagine a thousand years from now someone discovering Manhattan or people trying to make sense of English but it seems to be the way the world works. The lone and level sands stretch far away.

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97!

My niece Rachel & Joyce, a couple of years ago. If anything, she looks better now. 

Happy 97th birthday to my mother, today. 97 & still with most of her marbles.

 

What a trouper, aka trooper (both are correct! I looked!). She sailed through Covid (asymptomatic) in November. Her biggest complaint about having to stay in a separate room for 10 days was that she didn't get her newspaper & her pop wasn't cold. 

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The old days (South of the Border II)

I may meander south, light on a memory, & I may look for some photos of that trip. But I wanted to jump ahead to a half-awake dream I had the other day. We were somewhere pretty far south, maybe Honduras or Nicaragua, or maybe it was very southern Mexico, & the only hotels we could afford had no hot water. I was reluctant but too sweltering not to take a shower. What a surprise — & pleasure — the tepid water was. One of those moments when I knew my assumptions to be unnecessarily constricted.

 

An unrelated memory: I had brought a bottle of citronella oil from New York & left it open every night to keep away mosquitos. I didn't get malaria so i guess it worked. My magic for staying healthy was refusing lettuce ("sin lechuga!") & swallowing a clover of raw garlic every day. 

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My day (treason edition)

Johnny & I went over to Tibor to see some Rudy Burckhardt photos & films, where we also said hello to Trevor Winkfield & came home with his lovely Nine Portraits. At the corner of 2nd & 2nd two cars barrelled through the light, almost hitting a mail carrier. We did a little wowing about his close call & then had a sweet New York City post-moment chat, finding the people we both knew. "I took over this route from Eddie," Phillip said. "Bart is your carrier if you're on the Ave." Yep, I said, & we talked about Eddie & Bart & accidents & funerals. He thought the two cars were trying to catch up to a funeral procession. "But they're only a block or 2 behind, they didn't need to run the light at top speed." We didn't want to part. I would have gone to his funeral. It felt like a special day, to see a man not get run over! 

 

I came back to the news that one of the StoptheSteal organizers, a convicted felon (for theft!) said three Republican (of course) CONGRESSMEN were part of organizing the assault on the Capitol—Mo Brooks, idiot of Alabama, and Paul Gosar & Andy Briggs, both of Arizona. I can't imagine sinking lower than to want to destroy the government you work for, that you were elected to serve. Treasonaires. If it's true, & there seems to be video evidence, they should be expelled & tried.

 

It was a great neighborhood day & a horrifying national day. I am going out of my mind. All summer I had little problem avoiding the doom-scrolling that consumed so many of my friends. But this insurrection, sedition, riot, whatever you call it, has me riveted. I take it as a personal assault on my father, a refugee who loved & appreciate the country that had saved his life. I don't want to stop believing that's the country I live in. 

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The old days (how Mark became my cousin)

My Spanish wasn't very good. In fact, I somehow forgot that I would need Spanish. The only book I could find that seemed like it would help me learn was a bilingual Neruda. I got pretty good at naming body parts & talking about death, but not at asking for directions. So when people assumed that of course a young woman would be traveling with a male relative, I said, No, we're friends. And they would light up: Oh, we're very liberal. No no. We go to the university together 10 years ago, I more or less said, since anything but present tense was way beyond me. Finally, I just started calling him mi primo, my cousin, & that was all we needed. And you know what, it was true. Mark was the first of my many courtesy cousins, who are family without being related. All my friends don't become cousins—it's a relationship that comes along with a friendship & just feels right. 

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Monday Quote

The Beat Goes On

 

Say, Don Mossi,

When

O When

is Wilbur Wood's

birthday?

 

 

This strange little work is from ages ago. Don Mossi (1929-2019), a lefthanded pitcher, was famous as the ugliest man in baseball. I didn't say it! his nickname was "Ears"! In fact, today is his birthday. He was before my time, but I remember Wilbur Wood well, a chunky knuckballer for the White Sox who later ran a clam shack on Cape Cod (according to a "where are they now?" article). My brother & I always called our neighbor Dave Wood, Wilbur. Every Wood should be a Wilbur, doncha think?

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The old days (South of the Border I)

Mark & I about to leave the U.S., January 1981.

It's 40 years to the week if not day that I set off for Costa Rica. First I got a rideboard ride from NYC to Oklahoma to meet up with Mark. It was in a VW Thing, which doesn't have real windows only vinyl sheets. Whoever was driving had to do so half into a sleeping bag. I seem to remember that the driver stopped to get the heat fixed because it was so miserable.

 

In Tennessee I was excited to order biscuits with gravy, which I did whenever we stopped until the driver decided he had to try them. Ugh! he spat. No wonder crackers are so dumb. Which was a non sequitur as well as offensive.

 

Mark & I flew from OK City to Austin. His mother, I remember, dropped us off at the airport several hours early. There wasn't even a coffee shop there. We stayed with his uncle then took a Greyhound to San Antonio & from there to Laredo on the border. We crossed for the evening to Nuevo Laredo (no fuss in those days) & I remember not being able to decipher markers of class: were we in a well-to-do neighborhood or a poor one? That was the beginning of my education. 

 

Update: Mark just emailed to say, "Actually it was Lowell Dunham who gave us that ride to Will Rogers World Airport (only OKC would name their airport after a guy who died in a plane crash) which gives you one degree of separation from Borges, Garcia Marquez and all the other other Latin American writers who stayed at the Dunhams' house." He's probably right, since he's always right, but why do I so clearly remember him saying his mother always got to the airport a million hours early? 

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Seditious bootlickers

I'm fascinated by the Traitor of the Day,Josh Hawley. I can't quite understand how the Republicans manage to find one after another of slightly-not-terrible-looking entitled brats. Well, I do, obviously—they are all white dudes. Who will do anything. So clean-cut he has got to be kinky, & even that wouldn't make him interesting. Is it solely opportunism or is it that the Republic Party is the party of the guys whose only thing is that their families have money? Or is it where sociopaths find their place, like a high school with stoners, nerds, jocks, & theater geeks? Who did he hang out with in high school? Did he legitimately get into Stanford & Yale Law? I'm not fascinated by him personally, as much as that there is a never-ending stream of him all with the same intentions & sureness that they are annointed. An endless, craven sewer of sycophants, toadies, bounders. 

 

UPDATE: The Times gets there in"The Roots of Josh Hawley's Rage," which are that he wants to control us with his theological hatred. 

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A new day

Early morning on East Third Street. That's Most Holy Redeemer Church just past Ageloff Towers.

I know ignoring a problem doesn't make it go away, but gosh how I would like to have some time without tRump/chaos/Republicans in the front of my mind. Lock 'em up & leave us alone. 

 

Today the sunrise was earlier & sunset will be later than has been the case for a month or more. 

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Today

Raygun was ready! I got this within seconds of the second race being called. Whoohoo!

I think... let's pretend... that the only news today is that both of the Dems, Warnock & Ossoff, won their runoffs & it will be a BLUE Senate. That IS the important news & the coup (attempt) by tRump & his henchassholes will pass soon. Hopefully punished but tRump is truly the teflon don. 

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