Inexplicably, I've been waking up at 3.00am every morning--mind buzzing and disappointingly alert. So I reach for
The Maytrees and lose myself in the wee smas until the sky lightens over the sea, satisfied. (And only then can I rest.)
I have many things to do that are not getting done, but I suspect it's due to the current lack of structure of these few vacation days. So (deep breath) I'm toying with the idea of reading
Against the Day (my dusty sage version), finally. I figure that having a goal of about 70 pages per day should carry me through the next couple of weeks, and I could post any random thoughts bullet-style. Yes, it's been done before by better bloggers...but I think it will go a long way towards giving these jelly days a spine. (And this sort of plan has helped me before: the week after graduating college, I took up
The Brothers Karamozov at 100 pages a day. A week with Dostoevsky did me incalculable good...especially in the loose-cannon days after college and the beginning of my job search.)
Because aside from a couple personal projects I should be working on, there are also some drafted posts that have been drafts for a little too long. Such as,
- a book-to-film comparision of Mario Mendoza's Satanás (yes, I actually took feverish notes in the theatre--y sí, creo que voy a escribirla en español)
- my little stack of remaining post-it notes to the glorious Cloud Atlas
- mini-reviews to books read this past term (including the break)
- thoughts on Auster's The Book of Illusions
Meanwhile,
Over the Rhine is nearing the release of a new album. I stumbled on a serendipitous
link to the gleefully naughty "
Trouble" and the warm country vibe of "
If A Song Could Be President" today. (This music + a Peroni + dusk gathering over the ocean under the balcony helped inspire this post.) I owe this band quite a lot (not the least of which includes my introduction to Dillard during my 18th year).
