aging
I had some plan to finish the pesky grad school papers by today so as to get back to the neglected novel—it was a noble plan, but silly. It will shake out somehow. In this sun I am slow and deliberative, a lizard climbing a tree. Wallace Stevens and Kant and Faulkner are big ripe gourds that have not quite dropped from the branches.
Hey, if you live in New York, do yourself a favor and go see La Niña Santa—last week on campus we caught it and a succeeding Q&A with the director, an awesome awesome Argentinian lady. You won't regret this. (The film opens nationwide in a couple of weeks—over here it starts May 13 at the Act I & II on Center Street.)
