1. For the past year or so, maybe longer I guess, we've been without proper computers in our household. In the old days I had my own machine, something with files on it, with a desktop I could rearrange and add photos to. It was a grounding force, that machine. But circumstances of an expanding household and less money changed all that. At first maybe we didn't notice. The computers were dying, first one, then another, then the iPod got smashed, then the computer we borrowed from friend broke too. Thomas borrowed one from work. We call it "the work computer". We surf on and off it like tourists in an internet cafe. I think, often, that I should only have a notebook.
2. I have three notebooks that Thomas brought home from work. They are mock-ups for books. Most of the pages are shiny white. They're all unlined, which is the dilemna. I think that I should only have a notebook, but it should not be an unlined notebook.
3. In September I'm supposed to write a series for Jacket 2 on Mother Poets. I had in mind that mostly I wanted to write about Bernadette Mayer. And also about being an unschooling poet mom. Then other thoughts crept in. Would I be obliged to write about Sylvia Plath? If I think she is not an interesting poet will I also conclude that she is not an interesting mother. If I write publically about mother poets, will the wrath of the mother poet world come down upon me? For a few days a few years ago I was on a mother poet listserv and I had to leave when some of the mothers began talking about enjoying sleep training their kids. (I did note a trend that conservative poets sleep-trained and avant poets did not. There is a dissertation in there somewhere.)
4. The rains have been torrential in New York City, and it feels more like another place, but I'm not sure what place. The coast of Florida the day before a hurricane? Maybe. We've had one tropical storm come through and we're not even very deep into the season of storns with names.
5. Working in my gardens, I can see the wonders of rain. It's a tropical paradise. Should I plant lemon trees in Queens? Peppermint, Spearmint, Oregano, and Chamomile are growing side by side.
6. In the park this week we made masks. It's part of a summer project to explore theatre with the kids. Next week we do puppets. Masks were exciting, because they were not what I thought they'd be. They are spooky, even if they're light-hearted and yellow and pink. Here is the crew on Summit Rock:
7. I'd like to know more about masks. Bea and I went to look at the Franz Boas collection of masks at the Museum of Natural History:
Spooky especially in the dim light of that room. Bea shrugged and said "let's go to Gems". I still want to know more about masks.
8. In the summer workshop, we're exploring the Five Senses. We started with vision, which to me feels like the hardest to think about as the dominant familiar in your face sense. I started by asking trite questions. Why am I so happy when the sky is blue? I took some pictures:
9. I don't understand philosophy, but Thomas was reading a good book about Spinoza and Leibniz, and then I started telling Bea a story about a bottle nosed turtle named Spinoza, and now Spinoza is all the rage around here. (As a turtle, not a philosopher.)
10. One more picture, this one of Gem Girl in the Gem Room at the Museum of Natural History.
Peace Out People.