Now listening to : Band of Horses, "Cease to Begin"
'Specially : Track 1, 'Is There A Ghost'
I am after travels, finally, and a walk around wallingford this afternoon was lovely and familiar and full of grace. Or, my ipod was full of Band of Horses and Rogue Wave and Galaxie 500 and Arcade Fire, and Blonde Redhead and other things that soar, which is, operationally, the same.
In San Diego, I thought of paper topics (the place of Jon Stewart and Stephen Colbert in the history of Jewish and Catholic humor, respectively; the history of academic disciplines, the breakoffs and conjoinings, the context that makes inter-disciplinarity possible and disruptive; a comparative analysis of religion courses offered by each state as transfer credit from community colleges to 4 year state institutions; Cheshire Calhoun's moral failure as a supplement or interrupt to Judith Butler's negotiation of gay rights in the world of Islamophobia) and ate excellently (avocado tempura, breakfast sandwiches, whiskey sours) and got around via public transports (busing and footing and $42 cab rides to Clarmont). I spent time with lovely people and ideas, and though it was too smoggy to see Mexico, I feel I got my weekend's worth.
Tacoma was, as ever, like closing my eyes and turning on my fingers.
Seattle is now, and cold, and caffeinated; and my apartment is a mess of things temporarily set aside (while I hunt for this book to write this section about it, and drop this bracelet onto that coffee table because the jewelery box isn't on the way from the door, and leave the nutella jar by my bed in case I want it again).
I'm anticipating a month of visits and visitations, and exchanges. And musical accompaniment. And every once in a while at least the intention of an entry here.