Monthly Archives: January 2011
It makes me sad when the girls disown “old” writing, as if it has no relevance at all to now.
teh quietest room in teh house; iz where ceiling cat and basement cat both can haz and both say, o hai!!!1
I have moved back into my study after one week of offering the room up to an old family friend while she was here visiting her mom in hospital. It was so long since I saw Jorry last that it … Continue reading
This process of learning to blog has been sneakily turning into a bit of a head-trip for me, the same way writing anything seems to do. Ideas come flashing or bubbling or drifting into my mind in these perfectly natural … Continue reading
The following is excerpted from an article on Vonnegut’s new memoir. This section interests me as it relates to Brave New World‘s soma, and the notion of the Savage’s right as a human being to suffer. In defence of Lithium … Continue reading
This morning (Friday morning) Mark Vonnegut was being interviewed on The Current so I recorded it with my iPhone as I was driving home. He’s written another memoir talking about schizophrenia, or manic depression and psychosis I suppose–the definitions are … Continue reading