I’m at a bit of a loss what to make of Jonathan Lethem’s latest. It’s definitely very clever. Maybe it does also capture growing up in Brooklyn during the earliest days of regeneration and eventual escape. Or not. I certainly enjoyed it one little chapter at a time. Overall, though, it just did not add up to anything notable, for me.
Perhaps you had to be there.
Back in the swing of things and managing to keep on top of everything. A run of glorious weather (ongoing) makes the cold within bearable because we can also go outside to warm up. Weird.
At the end of October last year I adopted a version of the six box to-do list.1 The idea is to create five and only five “focus areas” and to place all tasks into one of them, with a sixth for “the other 5%”. It seemed useful at the start, but less so now. I am officially returning to my version of eat-the-frog-to-get-things-done.
Here’s the thing: I honestly can remember only a single bad event during the entire year. It was very bad, and entirely personal, so I’m going to say no more. Even the medical procedures I underwent had happy outcomes, compared to what I was dreading. So, another great year.
Today’s rabbit quest offered an interesting and impossible challenge: smack dab in the middle of the Regina Coeli prison in Trastevere. I got as close as I could.
