Ann Arbor

I am enjoying campus life again, getting lost in the library stacks, walking up and down the stairs with large piles of books, taking pictures of trees, sitting in coffee shops half the day, making photocopies the other half, walking, walking, walking everywhere. Last week I found a copy machine giving out freebies and felt like I won the lottery. I copied for three days straight with my card balance frozen at $7.90.

Oh how good it gets.

If you're wondering what I'm working on, the abridged version is "late eighteenth-century British language theory and culture." The real version is I go through hundreds of journal articles with alternately brain-numbing and sexy titles like "Squirrell's in the Breeches: Onanism, Diarrhea, and the Aesthetics of Antipanaceatic Discourse," and try to figure out if there's anything useful in there. If you think I made that title up, you can go to Google Scholar and see with your own eyes.

Still, I'm not minding this eighteenth-century business after all, and thinking chapter one will be writing itself soon.

Something's reminding me, at every turn: intention creates the world. In the beginning was the word, and the word creates the world. So I am watching, stalking the words, the signs - inventing, creating with conscious intention, complete suspension of disbelief. And synchronicities are saying yes yes yes yes yes!

Can you believe it's snowing today??

Love and blessings to you all