Life in the slow lane

In Animals, Current reading, Food, Hautvoir, Music, photography, proto drafts, Revision, Theater, Visual artists, Wine on October 28, 2015 at 10:33 am

I spent a good part of my life moving from one place to another. Lives don’t play out the same way when people spend most of their time within a two-kilometer radius from their place of birth; attend the same schools as do their future love interests and/or business partners; and know reams of stuff about one another’s eating habits, political leanings, sexual preferences etc in ways not available to virtual environments such as the web. All of which has direct impact on story-telling, as I re-discover every day.


The five-day interruption in internet service to Algeria is over. We’re told it was due to an accidental ripping up of an underwater cable. Which may or may not be the case. From other media reports, disrupting cable transmissions seems to be one of the many ways economic and geo-political warfares will sprout new means of expression. Maybe that’s why folks such as the owner of Facebook are investing in telepathic transmission?


Ah. Wise move. I catch movement outside my window and note the upstairs neighbor has carried herself outside for the next installment in her frantic phone exchanges. I would know a lot more about the nature of the problem if the level of reverb wasn’t so high when she yells to the point of cracking her voice.

The fact she’s moved herself outside suggests my Sonny Rollins approach met with some success yesterday. When she got too obstreperous, I raised the volume on Sonny’s twenty minutes and twenty-six second version of East Broadway Run Down.

Of course, I hope for her sake all the frenzy is over something of the nature of the Tea Cup Tempest. Just in case the drama rebounds for a while, I’ll invest in a pair of earphones. In one of the moves, I lost the pair I owned in the days when endless political and organizational disputations went on in the kitchen while I attempted to write fiction in the room immediately above.

Ear phones – yes. Mustn’t forget their appearance in an earlier scene in the ongoing fiction.


Herman Melville’s observation for the day : Better sleep with a sober cannibal than a drunken Christian. Food for thought. Although eating a Mohameddan lady’s magnificent brik with eggplant salad while sharing a pitcher of red wine with musicians and puppet makers puts both cannibals and teetotalers to shame. In my humble opinion.


And may the Writer’s  Force be with you.



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