Apropos the ideas in Rob Wittig’s Invisible Rendevous, here’s a writing festival starting tomorrow about just this kind of literature: If traditional, mainstream literature is the equivalent of a 19th century still-life, literature as a contemporary art form would be the equivalent […]

It’s raining. Plump drops of water fill up the deepening puddles in my waterlocked garden. I trickle water on my daughter’s seedlings, planted far too close to grow for long, with an egg decorated at school planted happily into the earth.

Waxy.org’s coverage of what’s probably a fake bot, i.e., a human.

I’ve dipped in and out of Invisible Rendevous several times, picking up images of literary construction workers collecting bits of a novel from bypassers, but this weekend I read it outright, in that old-fashioned way from beginning to end. Invisible Rendevous was […]

Albertine (who doesn’t have a website but has dipped into lots of interesting projects) has asked me to come teach her high school students to blog on the last day of April. A whole day, just a day, in a place I’ve […]

I might redesign the first page of this weblog to be more like this.

I regularly concoct new plans for arranging the living spaces of my flat to allow for the varying numbers of adults and children it accomodates at various times. (Goodness. That sounds more bohemian than it actually is.) Today’s plan, which, you never […]

Over at Implementation there are not only many more photos, including one in which a woman who could be my double stands with her back to the camera, the front page also relates an amusing account of police officers discussing the literary […]

Suddenly, I have an abundance of time. Everything’s stopping, everyone’s leaving for Easter. My daughter’s gone skiing, my friends are away, there’ll be noone at the office for a week or two. I’ve already had time off and I’m staying home. I’ve […]