I walked up the stone city wall and followed the elevated path – there were only a few fishermen and some youths on bikes when I went up on the wall but all the way at the end before it turns and blends into Plaza España an old man was standing and looking out at sea. He beckoned me to look and I didn’t catch what he was watching – and he said, “Transatlantico” pointing…
Rare are the days that I have to myself but today is one of them. Tin and Tatjana left early this morning for Bolonia and Vejer de la Frontera on an excursion with the students. This is the last week of school and I finally had time to myself. I walked to the sea first thing – to breathe in the fresh salt air then I went to our favorite wine store – Magerite –…
I was with a man for years who believed the rational mind overshadowed the spirit world (read: the world of no coincidences). It has come to our realization that the first time we were in Zagreb trying to get Tatjana pregnant – she had left the apartment to walk among the giant trees of Maksimir Park overwhelmed with a feeling that a baby would be born to us – the light had changed, the air…
I was speaking to my friend about Kazuyo Sejima and her building in New York on Bowery Street. I had started staying at the Bowery Hotel the last few times I went to New York on business. I was at the hotel for the first time when Tatjana called that my mother died. I am now wearing the white slippers with a large B written in script that I used at the hotel from that…
The Extinct Imagine I’m the last woman on earth, the snowiest plover, the loneliest deep-sea-swimming whale. It’s not my fault, but it might be. Should I keep changing until I become something that has an other? I’ve tried that. What else can I do for love? Now not even the gray wolves listen to my long litany of failures. They know I’m just putting this self-sadness in my mouth— a polar bear crunching seal bones…
Ahora es tres semanas que estamos en españa y ahorita empezó a pensar en español y mis sueños también son en español. Llego lista a empezar mi nueva vida y regreso a estar preocupado con pensamientos de la vida – que estoy haciendo, quien soy, quien fue. Por la noche soñé que estaba en la casa de mi hermano y todos sus hijas estaban ahí y yo no podía encontrar ningún lado para ser sola.…
Do you ever feel guilty because you are choosing a life of non-doing. No, she answered, as she snapped her gum and banged on the keyboard. No, not at all. Liar. Read this article. Busyness serves as a kind of existential reassurance, a hedge against emptiness; obviously your life cannot possibly be silly or trivial or meaningless if you are so busy, completely booked, in demand every hour of the day Emptiness is desirable. Go…
This is the last week of school for the students in Cadiz and also, our visitors from Croatia are on a three day excursion. I write this today, a cool breeze blowing through the open windows, the noise from the streets ever present, and I’ve come to the conclusion that if a month is almost up of our visit to Spain, I don’t know anymore than what I started with. You always think you’ll get…
We decided to go to the last beach in the city of Cadiz, passed Playa Victoria to an area called Corta Dura on Friday after napping. The beach was packed all the way from Plaza Caleta onward. But we found a place with ease and as we entered the seaweed filled water, we felt a noticeable rise in temp from the other day. Levante is leaving and poniente coming. This morning, a heavy layer of…