I have had a blog post sitting unfinished on my laptop for four days. It’s nothing more than most of “The Nature of the Fun” by David Foster Wallace (pdf) which I typed in by hand. This essay is from Both Flesh and Not by him. I was talking to Sarah about my blog today and she said she had noticed that I hadn’t put up anything for a few days and I realized that the blog post which mostly a re-typing of “The Nature of the Fun” wasn’t going to cut it so I started over and linked in the essay for anyone that interested.

Rhonda seems to be rare person in my life who also likes David Foster Wallace. It is this lack of response that encourages me to write something else. But it is encouraging that someone I know has read and presumably likes Wallace.

It’s been a weird week. I just jumped in the car and went in search of some Easter chocolate. A local bakery was open for ten more minutes so I sped over there. But no chocolate. I bought some sweet goods, some gluten free. On the way home I noticed that Readers World was open. I stopped but managed not to buy anything. Then I came home even though I realized that Meijer was open and surely have some chocolate.

The chocolate urge is influenced by chatting with Sarah today. I am eating a small gluten free delicious cinnamon bun. And just for good measure drinking another cup of coffee. We will save some of these sweet goods for breakfast tomorrow.

I only have a few pages of Both Flesh and Not by David Foster Wallace left to go. I don’t think I want to write about it today except to say that Wallace is funny. I forgot about his wit which is considerable.

I am figuring out what it’s like to live with so many ghosts. Friends and family members pepper my daily life. Eileen is the only living, breathing person I spend any amount of time with. Fortunately I enjoy her company. The ghosts, meh. Spending so much time with the written page keeps my juices flowing nicely thank you.

I haven’t been playing much keyboard lately. I just laid out some Mendelssohn in hopes that I’ll at least play some of him today.

Getting through Holy Week seems to be more significant than I thought it would. It may be some sort of milestone in my retirement life. I don’t feel any differently towards the whole Christianity thing. It looms in my personality but mostly as a tool to understand my fucked up self or informs my thinking about stuff.

I noticed that my reading is largely poetry and depressing topics like the genocide of the indigenous and the greed that drove the belief that one human could own another. I have several novels going but don’t seem to be picking them up and reading them recently.

Today is Jefferson’s birthday. On the Writer’s Almanac, Keillor went on and on about all the cool stuff Jefferson was into. It was only as an aside that he mentioned he was a slave owner.

Pianist Haskell Small is feeling his way back to music through a one-handed repertoire – The Washington Post

I thought this might be interesting. But Haskell is like so many musicians. Narrow.