Saturday, September 26, 2026
autumn 2026
Facing a new horizon, I want to dwell with a communion of others’ views, which I’ll discuss during coming months, beginning in mid-October, I expect.
I’ve continued with side tripping—and recursive correlating (NYTimes) of project themes (inter-theme-ing) for something already hundreds of pages long, to be broken into tens of uncounted subprojects—and aren’t you interested (not).
Friday, September 18, 2026
summer 2026
End of summer.
End of my friend Annie Dillard’s many, many wonderful days. “If this is my last note,” she messaged last spring, “don’t worry. You have work to do.” I didn’t know what she meant.
The photo at the top of the New York Times obituary isn’t her. That’s
a public face. She was always the woman of the second photo there: finding herself in observation—“meta-Ann,” she joked. (Her given name was Meta Ann.)
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