Obviously, my first (or was it second?) attempt at keeping a blog was an utter failure.
With so much change and activity and news to report now, though, I figure this is as good a time as any to reinvigorate the oft-discussed blog.
Sunday I embark on an adventure I never dreamed possible even just a few weeks ago: a month on a goat farm in Poland, then (potentially) the Trans-Mongolian railroad to Beijing, Lhasa, Kathmandu, and Calcutta. I’ll surely find plenty to write about from these adventures and will try to share the stories here rather than scatter-shot.
In the next few days, look for a report from my two weeks as a vocationer at an Anglican Benedictine monastery in Michigan as well as some thoughts on marriage following a ceremony I recently attended in Missouri.
Now to finish this packing. . .
Sunday: Odds of dying in a Fung Wah accident increased as I returned safely one once more from a weekend on the Chinatown bus – this time in a blizzard. I did end up missing Nook at the Lily Pad, unfortunately.
Monday: Recreated the Grotowski inspired Crying Deer on a River Street living room floor, ate cauliflower-potato-cheese-pie and discussed the tragedy of “Saved!” embodied in the dialogue:
“What’s a good evangelical girl doing at Planned Parenthood?”
“Planting a pipe bomb?”
Tuesday: Hired my first employee. Look for The History Press to come to Midwest town near you soon.
Wednesday: Attended the Feast of Altagracia and celebrated the second anniversary of the Hispanic ministry at Grace Church in Salem.
Thursday: Discussed Eurythmia and Anthroposophy over pints at The Old Spot.
Friday: Coordinated 200+ piece mailing to sluggish Indiana Historical Societies who don’t seem to know how to act in their best interests. Opted out of a trip to the Rhumb Line with a motley group of Waldorf educators.
Saturday: Caught up on backlogged New Yorker reading, attended reading at Athenaeum, made an appearance at Strega.
Look for more detailed analyses in the weeks to come.
A sick day today means that I have some time to undertake some of those resolutions I’ve been putting off.
I actually got started a couple months ago with the acquisition of a dining room table. If you’ve ever visited what I’ve affectionately been calling “The Parlor” at 15 Winter in Salem, you’ll know that this acquisition represents a significant contribution to my furniture holdings. After reading Daniel Miller’s The Comfort of Things, I began to think about how my possessions parallel my relationships, and more particularly what types of things and people I wanted to intentionally bring into my life. A dining room table seemed to fit the bill, and I hope to now be able to invite diverse groups of folks to share a meal and make a memory in my home.
The other thing that I’ve long wanted to bring into my life is a blog. I know it’s cliche, but with friends and family spread literally around the world it seems to be the best way to stay connected to a network that continually grows ever more complex and diverse.
I’m not sure exactly what form I want this to take, whether a daily diary of a New England niche publisher’s life or a subject-driven clearing house for my ideas on various subjects of semi-relevance. Surely, it will end up being something of a combination, but I’m always open to suggestions and not afraid of surprises.
Here’s some of what I’m planning to discuss in the days ahead:
- A review of the Grotowski inspired silent play Crying Deer (www.cryingdeer.com)
- An exploration of the tragic elements of the 2004 film Saved!
- Doctrines of the Family
- Ideas about how to renovate local history through online social networking and concepts of “home”
- A review of the Museum of Art and Design
- A recipe for cauliflower-potato-cheese pie
Needless to say, it shouldn’t be boring.
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