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tuesday before last was bright yet humid. sweltering. i copped out on running so i was up until three or so.
as i finally drifted off in th relief of predawn cool, a rainstorm hit.
it was still pouring when i got out of bed- cool, bleak grey outside even approaching noon.

wednesday, after much acrimony, we (actually, my brother javier) signed th contract w/ new tenants taking over
th corner shop in dr.dad’s building behind city hall in vega baja-
a young lebanese guy & his uncle who made who knows what kind of arrangements w/ th jeweler closing shop after

renting from my dad for 30 years w/out so much as a raise in th rent- exchanging key money, remodeling
th locale & moving stock in while my brothers & i scrambled around dumbfounded & bickering about what th hell

to do…
so javier decides to party it up & turns up at th beach house high as a kite around eight. nonstop rant for

three hours or so- mixing arabs, anthrax, armageddon, family issues… kept it going while i struggled to keep

calm & focused on working out, taking a shower, sitting zazen…i lost it & told him to leave me th fuck alone,

got ready to get into th car & go but…
shied away from confrontation when he barked back he wouldn’t let me leave, he wasn’t staying anyway…not in

this house!
after going to bed, he kept coming to th door throughout th night to loudly insist on his obsessive points

about arabs, anthrax, armageddon- for th hundredth, hundred&first, hundred&second,hundred& third time- now hurt

& offended
& sanctimonious & insisting on further points about family, alberto’s drinking & his relationship w/ ani…
being a christian includes having th right to tell me how to live my life down to how to park my car, when to

feed th cat…
he made up his mind to leave around six in th morning. took me maybe half an hour to wind down, relax & finally

drift
off to sleep.
i went for a long warmup stroll in th stubborn drizzle thursday, & managed to run 25 minutes…
no break in th clouds until saturday- after a few hours, another front & more rain. massive floods.

look look at all i bring- ‘el que mucho abarca poco aprieta’
th trail of rotten fruit droppd behind me because my grasp, my eyes
were bigger than my prey my ord’nance my carry my targets my meat

not one, not one is true
runs my singsong road chant, my night drive mantra

i’ve been sleepwalking thru th flooded movie set
for th wetlands ’round my childhood home
collapsing in th cold silent searchlight glare

ayayay…
stephen dedalus says in th ulysses,
‘history is a nightmare from which i’m trying to awake’
well, @ this point in what is arguably th end of human history as western
civilization has conceptualised it since th renaissance & th ‘enlightenment’,
technology is th inescapable, recurrent nightmare i find myself bogged in.
after a second trip to th repair shop, an acrimonious telephone conversation
w/ a reticent tech, & over a month of waiting around, th best sony can do is
tacitly admit there is a problem in sending power, data & audio signals thru
th one cable & pc card connection by enclosing an audio cable to make a
separate connection between th ‘line out’ & ‘line in’ terminals…d-uh.
meanwhile, th problem i only noticed for th second trip out- th screen that
dims thirty seconds from booting when i run th laptop on battery power-
continues unabated. who do i go to? better business bureau? lawyers? i’m
exhausted, @ th end of my emotional & financial ropes.
it’s a choice between letting mike tyler, poet in residence @ th carlton
arms, ‘lease’ th machine from me if he cares to struggle w/ sony, inc. in new
york, or bringing it w/ me & take my chances on puerto rico sony service
shops & th extended international warranty i paid a couple of hundred extra
dollars for…
it’s gonna be a workout, exercising my thankfulness this thanksgiving. john @
th hotel threw out some nice french cheeses i bought for a dinner party i was
supposed to help organise & cook for yesterday…he did peevishly dismiss my
chagrin by assuring me he wd pay for them. let’s see if it’s not a major
operation, having him keep his word…
i miss november in weimar, & th soft, dusty-flaked snow coming down lightly
but steadily every night as i walked back from th railway station when th
internet cafe closed @ midnight…
i miss november in barcelona, & th blustery drizzle of mediterranean autumn
blowing down th narrow streets of el barrio gotico…
‘love, love/i have hung our cave w/ roses’
d=(8{>

(along w/ my continuing infatuation w/ sylvia plath, i have fallen in love
w/ th intense & personal photographic work of francesca woodman, who jumped
out of her apartment in th east village in 1981, @ th age of 22-)

Subject: i must be a rhino

‘wallowing is an important part of a rhino’s daily routine’ (see below)

i do seem to have developed my capacity for sweating, but it’s extemely uncomfortable. when i sweat, it’s in copious, dehydrating amounts & if i let it dry on my skin i develop little fungus rings all over my skin -ewwwwwww…

i owe some of y’all some personal replies, i know. been going a little nuts here (tell us something new, d!)

i was flying to barcelona on th 25th of october, then on hallowe’en, then on th 10th of november. now i have a reservation to fly into amsterdam on sunday th 18th, returning on th day after april fools’. iberia. stopover in santo domingo. four-hour layover in madrid. pooling all kind of frequent flyer miles & bonus points for a biz-class ticket. maybe i’ll fly into frankfurt on christmas eve. stay tuned. love, d=(8{>

Do you know?…

Black Rhinos

Why do rhinos wallow in the mud?

You’re right!

The correct answer is to keep cool. Because rhinos can’t sweat, they need to wallow in mud as a means of keeping cool. Mud is an excellent way of accelerating heat loss, taking over an hour to dry, and absorbing heat from the body in the process. And mud has therapeutic properties that maintain the skin supple and healthy. A thick coating of mud also protects rhinos from bloodsucking flies, and ticks and lice tend to fall off with the mud when it dries. Wallowing is an important part of the rhino’s daily routine!

Learn more about African and Asian rhinos in the WWF rhino pages.

Learn how to avoid buying illegal wildlife souvineers, including ones made from rhino horn in our Buyer Beware section.

Discover Africa, the last wild continent and home to rhinos, elephants and other splendid wildlife on the WWF Tanzania and Kenya Classic Wildlife Safari

Subject: amStrand:automnyale

another silent fortnight…is it a blue moon or isn’t it?
guess it depends on what longitude y’re straddling-
hallowe’en hunter’s moon, full at midnight!
i wanted to be in barcelona by now…boo hoohoo…
but avant aucune autre chose- all praise to whom all praise is due!
or, as certain rockstars are wont to phrase it, ‘i’d like to thank my higher power’-
i’ve run five days in th week since last wednesday: it began w/ my first two back-to-back days since i can’t remember when, light 25 minute tests, then sunday & monday i did a solid 35 minutes each time & 32 minutes today after a full day driving into san juan for errands at th state department & th film office of th puerto rico development corporation to start paperwork on incorporating wanderlustmedia…
my footwork to help heal my lingering infection has featured weekly on/off cycles of golden seal & echinacea- one gram each throughout th day, plus some topically applied golden seal at bedtime…& a fair amount of wild, restless zazen-sobbing & talking to myself out loud at times…
many rivers to cross…ride th train/through th misty night time…
i have a reservation to travel november 10, but my current inclination is to wait until carlos oscar arrives from florida,
& fly to amsterdam instead on th 18th or 19th to help cook thanksgiving dinner at scott & rachel’s, then find my way south visiting friends & relatives during th holiday season…

october ends in mute restlessness
i wander this world like a ghost on reprieve
experiencing something like a body
supporting th substantive illusion of self

crowding east against custom
clouds blow across th sunset
house reeks of catshit

between neck & shoulder hang my twin traps:
to th left, intuition frustrated by mistrust
to th right, logic tangled in critical doubt

when i push to move ahead, shake free, break away
one or another goes into spasm & paralyzes
th flow of dream desire into action…

love, love, my season (sylvia plath) d=(8{>

another silent fortnight…is it a blue moon or isn’t it?
guess it depends on what longitude y’re straddling-
hallowe’en hunter’s moon, full at midnight!
i wanted to be in barcelona by now…boo hoohoo…
but avant aucune autre chose- all praise to whom all praise is due!
or, as certain rockstars are wont to phrase it, ‘i’d like to thank my higher power’-
i’ve run five days in th week since last wednesday: it began w/ my first two back-to-back days since i can’t

remember when, light 25 minute tests, then sunday & monday i did a solid 35 minutes each time & 32 minutes

today after a full day driving into san juan for errands at th state department & th film office of th puerto

rico development corporation to start paperwork on incorporating wanderlustmedia…
my footwork to help heal my lingering infection has featured weekly on/off cycles of golden seal & echinacea-

one gram each throughout th day, plus some topically applied golden seal at bedtime…& a fair amount of wild,

restless zazen-sobbing & talking to myself out loud at times…
many rivers to cross…ride th train/through th misty night time…
i have a reservation to travel november 10, but my current inclination is to wait until carlos oscar arrives

from florida,
& fly to amsterdam instead on th 18th or 19th to help cook thanksgiving dinner at scott & rachel’s, then find

my way south visiting friends & relatives during th holiday season…

october ends in mute restlessness
i wander this world like a ghost on reprieve
experiencing something like a body
supporting th substantive illusion of self

crowding east against custom
clouds blow across th sunset
house reeks of catshit

between neck & shoulder hang my twin traps:
to th left, intuition frustrated by mistrust
to th right, logic tangled in critical doubt

when i push to move ahead, shake free, break away
one or another goes into spasm & paralyzes
th flow of dream desire into action…

love, love, my season (sylvia plath) d=(8{>

www.wanderlustmedia.com: a virtual ground for homeless desire
(‘reposo virtual para el deseo disperso’ ?- gotta work on translations for that motto!
die virtual grund fuer die heimatlos verlangen??)