David and I got together last night. In the middle of this Red Sox week it was the only night we could manage it. I think we’re going to get together tonight to see the game as well.<\/p>\n
Intensely awesome conversation. I was SHOUTING at one point about Dickens. Literally: SHOUTING.<\/p>\n
But David shouted too at some points. He shouted about physics and spirituality.<\/p>\n
Then we spoke in normal voices.<\/p>\n
Then we started SHOUTING again.<\/p>\n
We talked about the Red Sox, and James Baldwin, and Paul Ekman, and education, and Dean Stockwell, and me and men, and Mitchell, and singing the blues, and Richard Powers (GOLDBUG VARIATIONS), and the South Beach Diet, and Bruce Springsteen, and being sensitive, and my car, and family, and we listed our 10 Favorite Books at that very moment, and we talked about God, and perception, and Flynn (who is now in Europe, DAMN HIM), and our friends, and Wade, and Taos, and marriage, and kids, and education … It was great. Great great stuff.<\/p>\n
Our rumspringa. Which we haven’t done in a long while!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
David and I got together last night. In the middle of this Red Sox week it was the only night we could manage it. I think we’re going to get together tonight to see the game as well. Intensely awesome … Continue reading