In which my family were living back in the house at San Doris Circle, which was much changed. My mother had a militant and energetic little black dog of a breed called a Fire Terrier*, as well as two huskies-- the inimitable Bo (free of leg problems in the dream) and an elderly Chinook. Add… Continue reading dream:
Author: edaggarart
Visuals and fork collectrix. Artist and designer. Author of The Museum, an artist's blog.
other news
Hoover died last evening. During my nap I think. I had got accustomed to him, as had Pi, I think; at some point I began thinking of him as Pi's monster, like he was Pi's pet or something. He seemed fine when I got home, but later on when I peered into the tank looking… Continue reading other news
catching up
Since last Wednesday, I have been working each day in an office in Manhattan.; I'm covering for a friend and colleague, who took the time off for vacation. It has been a good exercise for me (and has reacquainted me with the reasons I have stuck with freelancing in spite of its drawbacks). The work… Continue reading catching up
"macchiato"
Having been driven to a Starbucks™ on account of my dozing off while reading in the park, I wondered for the three hundred and twelfth time what the hell a macchiato was. I am happy to find that it is of legitimate origin via Italian baristas (baristi?), and not some nonsense invented by the McCoffee… Continue reading "macchiato"
a funeral by the sea
Tara Lynne and I buried TrĂ©s deep in the sands of Coney Island yesterday. We rode our bikes out to the seaside, by way of Bedford Avenue, lined with so many large old houses, with proper yards and driveways-- "real" houses. The day was balmy and pleasant with sun and breezes, and it was a… Continue reading a funeral by the sea
tuesday
Tres has left these shores. Pi is alone again.
trouble
I am simply having a devil of a time taking care of the behemoth fishes these days. Tres somehow managed to injure himself over the weekend; apparently in the wee hours of the night. At feeding time Sunday morning, I noticed he was lying in a corner on the bottom and didn't immediately swim up… Continue reading trouble
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missing
Daydreams of the spires of Prague and other old world cities; Red rooftops; Street lamps with foreign shapes. Unfamiliar syllables and sinistra in the sottopassaggio! Winding streets that lead somewhere I've never been. I'm missing Europe, and autumn will not likely send a return ticket this year. - - - Everyone I know seems to… Continue reading missing
Same day, later.
Just been skimming through the past. (Yes! I have realized, as a result of this experiment of "blog", that the aspect of it which keeps me at it is this: time travel. I can skim a sliver of the past- thoughts, happenings, life-changes: all are here in one place for me to reflect upon. In… Continue reading Same day, later.
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