Tuesday

As a child, I watched a lot of Bewitched and I Dream of Jeannie, not because I was a fan but simply because they were on when I happened to turn on the television. Both were created and shown on network television from the mid 1960s to the early 1970s and both featured women who were a dichotomous mix of supernaturally powerful and woefully submissive. I always thought Jeannie, though a highly sexualized prisoner, was much stronger than Samantha, the witchy housewife married to that bore of a husband Darrin. Jeannie had a master, yes, but she found a way…

Sunday

Yesterday, I passed an old man sprinkling powdered poison on the dandelions growing in the cracks between the electronic store’s concrete wall and the pavement. If it was his yard, I could have been more forgiving because what am I to say of another person’s property but this was public space and I resent him and his entire generation just a bit for their ceaseless war on dandelions. I did not say anything, of course, because even if I knew the Japanese for dude, stop killing the dandelions and in general stop spreading poison around because that shit will get…

Saturday

I woke up from a dream that I do not remember but resulted in the waking thought: it is such a good thing that guns are not readily available in Japan. This thought stemmed, perhaps, from something that happened in the dream but also from the microbrigade of motorcycle-jerks that enjoy parading slowly up and down the quiet streets after midnight. I call them motorcycle-jerks because their intention is to disturb the peace and they do it by modifying their bikes to make noise. From a sociological perspective, I get it. Rage against a machine (on a machine) that seems…

Monday

Kismet. Serendipity. Everything I have ever done has been leading me, preparing me for this moment. This means it has all been worth it, by which I mean that it has all been worthwhile. Worth the while. There has been this other book in me, just waiting to get out, waiting for me to get out of the way. That is why I have been writing here, that is why I had to delve into memoir for a bit, to get myself out of the way. This book will have my knowledge, my insights and observations and even my experience,…

Saturday

At work, we are down two teachers in our department so this means that Derek and I have to cover their classes until the other teachers recover. This week, it is difficult because we have the annual athletic meet to practice, practice, practice for on top of regular teaching duties but next week it is difficult because we have a lot of classes on top of a lot of classes. We’ll muscle through but it does mean that I am exhausted at the end of every day and somewhat blank every morning when I wake up, which is when I…

Monday

I counted 42 passengers yesterday in the front car, heading downtown on the streetcar. Of those 42 passengers, 35 were on their screens. I’m not judging them for this ratio, it was just something I noted since it is a rather long ride, especially when you have two impatient young people accompanying you. There are 25 stops between ours and our usual destination and after each one, they subtract and confirm their answer with you, interrupting the essay I was reading in Jia Tolentino’s new book, Trick Mirror. Next to me, a woman whose silver roots overpowered her black tips…

Sunday

Now he has again preceded me a little in parting from this strange world. This has no importance. For people like us who believe in physics, the separation between past, present and future has only the importance of an admittedly tenacious illusion.Albert Einstein upon the death of his dear friend Michele Besso When I learn that people are dying or have cut to the chase, I always feel a surge of resolve to live even harder, push even further. It may be that this is an illusion, that we are just one collective being, that we occur and reoccur, but…