Random notes
- I nodded off while sitting upright, reading a book. My first thought when I woke up, after that weird little split-second of alarm and disorientation, was that if life is a lunch box then I'm the tiny box of raisins. What the hell does that mean? Am I nature's candy or a barely adequate treat that leaves you wanting something sweeter?
- Degas said, "There is a kind of success that is indistinguishable from panic."
- I would like there to be an old Delta blues song called "Crust of the Devil's Pie." Something by Mississippi John Hurt, say.
- As a kid I never quite got the teeter-totter thing down. I'd overteeter, or my totter was insufficiently rhythmic. My partner would frown and storm off in frustration. Some early experiences are grim harbingers while others, mercifully, are not.