Wednesday, September 24, 2014


Anyone who writes what he remembers of his own time is in a difficulty with names, he has to decide whether he will mention the living, if he is to call them by their real names when he does mention them and, if he chooses to alter the names they are known by whether he will disguise the place it all happened to him, and so perhaps find himself writing fiction.


Henry Green, Pack My Bag (1940)

Monday, September 22, 2014


Tonight my body is aching with fatigue -- physical and mental -- from the past week.  

Something new under the moon.

Even Tesla (they said he said) "recharged his batteries."  And he should have known.

Kevin Ayers: Where Do I Go From Here? (Link)

Friday, September 19, 2014


I could name probably 1,000 things I've learned and enjoyed since arriving in Salt Lake City.  

I wish I knew what I overlooked and missed during these long, happy days.