one thing today

  Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame, With conquering limbs astride from land to land; Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name Mother of Exiles. From her beacon-hand Glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame. "Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!" cries she With silent lips. "Give me your tired, your poor, Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free, The wretched refuse of your teeming shore. Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me, I lift my lamp beside the golden door.

  ...  LIFE. It grew into a very sad day this day … began with my computer failing me and calls and calls to Apple and Spectrum and texts and e mails and incorrect passwords and low batteries, recorded voices and stupid stress inducing muzak and erasing everything on my machine and reinstalling and promises bout retrieval and on and on and I lose everything at first except fotos… documents folder is empty ... including my plays and seventeen years of journal ... twelve hundred pages and it feels at first like my memory was erased and then I thought about this year and people losing their lives, and homes and livelihoods and minds, loved ones and so many things more ... and it grabbed hold of me and made me contemplate tonglen. Compassion and empathy. Turn things round. Utilize adversity. Yes, that's the way too proceed but still blue and feeling stupid for not having been more taking care and I go to genius bar at Apple and say to a long haired smart guy with good teeth ... I'...

I spent yesterday reading patti smiths latest book Bread of Angels.  when she is good she is sensational. delivering a concept, an idea, in and of itself worth rumination - and how she lands it is so wondrously it sometimes reaches sky high heights. but as one review noted - one hundred pages in and we're still with ten year old sickly Patti channeling Blakeian phantasmagoria roaming round garbage strewn dirty lots somewhere in Nowhere, New Jersey. She can take any worthless found object or random imagining and ascribe facetted talismanic properties to it. It moves towards tired and precious and corny and maybe even invented.     But ...  her life is like no other I can think of. A scrawny little walleyed girl with not a single maybe prospect moves to the city, works in a bookstore, meets her idols who just happen to be current day Pop culture makers and shakers, talks, works and screws with them. She holds fast to her worth and know how, writes award winning bo...

 . .. were both on tv this week and talking parents. O said when her friends told her about their moms who put sweet notes in their lunchboxes and made sure they wore galoshes to school when it rained ... she had not a single memory of things like that.  Sly talked about winning the Best Picture for Rocky and it being a big high and low event. Neither of his parents attended the ceremony and he deeply wanted them there. He cried on camera.  O family. Forever.

  Leg aches with a cold are from your immune system releasing   inflammatory chemicals - cytokines - to fight the virus, causing widespread inflammation and muscle pain (myalgia) .  F ocus on rest, staying hydrated (water, broth, tea), using gentle heat on muscles, and take ibuprofen or acetaminophen for comfort.

  ... looks like Sean Hayes on Ozempic. Rock Hudson is great in Vadims All the Pretty Girls in a Row.   Jane Fonda is 28 and beautiful in The Game is Over. She speaks French and almost drowns herself because her husbands son won’t run away to Greece with her and she got a very bad, unfinished haircut.   Zouzou is a French actress, model, singer and icon of the 1960s and early 1970s. She is known largely for her lead role of Chloé in Éric Rohmer's Love in the Afternoon .  She’s new to me. She has IT. Still can’t catch a football but I can still catch a cold. ugh.