>i feel very red right now. literally, you see. dinner concluded with a pomegranate’s sparkling ruby innards and four fresh cooked beets. crimson juices flowing without bound; hopefully i’m destined for some sort of royal greatness. keep your [red-tinged, in my case] fingers crossed for the sox tonight.
>sometimes there’s just no escape. sometimes it just fires your nerves, like unexpected cold fingertips, all too tender. sometimes you climb through new windows, only to find yourself falling back to earthy familiarities, tempted by its dark comfort, its velvet embrace, its green scent. sometimes sights and sounds send your head reeling, like a spliced … Continue reading
>i will tearfully recall [to my rapt, wide-eyed grandchildren, no doubt] where i was on october 20, 2004 when the red sox made history. not only an incredible, record-breaking 0-3 comeback, but a crushing postseason blow of victory over the yankees to advance to the world series. sandwiched on the couch, between the tostitos at … Continue reading
>tonight, went with j.b. to see tsai ming-liang as director-in-person at the harvard film archive. two screenings: goodbye dragon inn and the skywalk is gone. i watched the films as though i was peering down a never-ending hall of mirrors; reflection to dizzying heights. the square is getting chillier. to find something that was once … Continue reading
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