I am no longer the parent of any teenagers. As of today.
Things change so quickly my neck hurts.
I am writing like a motherfucker, challenged by the multiple demands of just living.
Jennifer Egan's book A Visit from the Goon Squad had a profound effect on me. I am inspired to experiment more, to broaden my range. Thanks to Jon V for making me read it. She moves around so fluidly in time, which is the real subject of this book. "Time is a goon." In interviews she says Proust and The Sopranos were big influences. Having read all 7000 pages of Proust a couple of years ago (with the beloved Bolinas Proust group), I was so ready for this book. Her website is another revelation.
On Saturday attended the Cutting Ball Theater's presentation of the Strindberg Cycle - all five of Strindberg's chamber plays in one day. It was an amazing, rigorous experience entering into the world of Strindberg for almost 12 hours, including breaks during which the subject of conversation was still Strindberg. I highly recommend seeing some or all of these plays. This is the first time in history that all five plays have been performed in rep. I mean first ever. The website is super informative for background and for actually seeing the plays performed if you cannot attend live.
Experiencing Strindberg's world of fucked up families with secrets and vendettas made me feel better about my little family.
We talk. We often have meals together. We like to hang out in the same places, but also are fine staying apart. We enjoy silence together.
This is the birthday week. Joseph on the 11th, Zoe on the 13th and Ian the 14th. Every year.
Last night I sat in my new office (which is now also Zoe's City space) upstairs with Zoe and some of her best friends, including Ian, while she played a song on the ukelele that she wrote back in February in London. I'm feeling like shit with a bad cough but the song lifted me up. She is now 26: half my age. From now on, she's been alive more than half my life.
Joseph is steadily working on his school bus/art car project with big ideas for 2013. He's 24 now.
Tonight, right now, Ian is letting go of his childhood in a ritual involving fire on a beach somewhere. Today he is 20. Twenty years ago right now he was fifteen minutes old.
Things change so quickly my neck hurts.
I am writing like a motherfucker, challenged by the multiple demands of just living.
Jennifer Egan's book A Visit from the Goon Squad had a profound effect on me. I am inspired to experiment more, to broaden my range. Thanks to Jon V for making me read it. She moves around so fluidly in time, which is the real subject of this book. "Time is a goon." In interviews she says Proust and The Sopranos were big influences. Having read all 7000 pages of Proust a couple of years ago (with the beloved Bolinas Proust group), I was so ready for this book. Her website is another revelation.
On Saturday attended the Cutting Ball Theater's presentation of the Strindberg Cycle - all five of Strindberg's chamber plays in one day. It was an amazing, rigorous experience entering into the world of Strindberg for almost 12 hours, including breaks during which the subject of conversation was still Strindberg. I highly recommend seeing some or all of these plays. This is the first time in history that all five plays have been performed in rep. I mean first ever. The website is super informative for background and for actually seeing the plays performed if you cannot attend live.
Experiencing Strindberg's world of fucked up families with secrets and vendettas made me feel better about my little family.
We talk. We often have meals together. We like to hang out in the same places, but also are fine staying apart. We enjoy silence together.
This is the birthday week. Joseph on the 11th, Zoe on the 13th and Ian the 14th. Every year.
Last night I sat in my new office (which is now also Zoe's City space) upstairs with Zoe and some of her best friends, including Ian, while she played a song on the ukelele that she wrote back in February in London. I'm feeling like shit with a bad cough but the song lifted me up. She is now 26: half my age. From now on, she's been alive more than half my life.
Joseph is steadily working on his school bus/art car project with big ideas for 2013. He's 24 now.
Tonight, right now, Ian is letting go of his childhood in a ritual involving fire on a beach somewhere. Today he is 20. Twenty years ago right now he was fifteen minutes old.
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