Jess had been feeling reluctant to leave throughout the day because we’d have to miss our families and friends at their brightest. As we stopped, briefly, in the granvel road leading out of ArmCo, to adjust the lights and mirrors, she said, “I’m so glad we left!”

_{Note: the information here is all gathered from The Historical Atlas of New York City: A Visual Celebration of 400 Years of New York City’s History.}

Having acquired a knowledge of the Hudson River and environs through Hudson’s expeditions, the Dutch sought to use the area as a base of trade and exploration to compete with the English, French, and Swedes in North America.

Got up at 8.

I hit the snooze button once.

I got up at 8:15. Showered, shaved, and dressed. I grabbed half of an English muffin from the Continental Breakfast. I was there with my aunt and brother and sister.

Among the many features of the New School that I have enjoyed so far, something ranking much lower on my list than the U of C is the flavor of activism here.  Of course, I’m going off of one experience; last Wednesday I mae it up to the school by eleven to learn what I could do to help with Hurrican Relief efforts.  

_{Note: the information here is all gathered from The Historical Atlas of New York City: A Visual Celebration of 400 Years of New York City’s History.}

New York City is built upon very old land.

The Manhattan Schist, Fordham Gneiss, and Inwood Limestone that forms the bulk of the city’s bedrock is all dated to the pre-Cambrian era; that is, it’s as old as the Earth’s rocky crust gets.

August 1st · Monday

I was the very last person on the plane to Columbus, and as such was seated in the very front row between an overly chipper MBA from Chicago and an excessively grumpy and overweight Ohioan (“We gonna hit the mud!”

One step goes one step by one step:

To start close to home, and selfishly, my chest has been expansive, and I’m bursting with pride. First the word arrives that Detroit is taking on hurricane refugees, then Governor Granholf’s commitment to house 10,000 homeless.

As a writer confronted with a computer screen, it’s simply natural to confront something like a month as something like a story. So here, after I haven’t posted in close to two months, I’m posting the story of August from top to bottom, and I’m telling it in just that way.

from February, 1998

GOODBYE

Don’t wait up.
I might be awhile.
I have to go down to the woods and down to the stream
and out of the woods and out of the stream
before I get back.

You shouldn’t hold your breath waiting for my arrival.

from March, 2001

from the ARKADIAN ARCHIVE
Review: Lolita, Stanley Kubrick 19xx, adaptation of novel by Vladimir Nabokov
Reviewed by Max Zempfski-Shannon.

Lolita was a very Baa, Baa blacksheep movie.
As I sit at my typewryter, my dog, Archie, yapping “Fast!”