Where My Head Is At

"Reading had become his insatiable vice."--from Love in the Time of Cholera, Gabriel Garcia Marquez (translated by Edith Grossman)

On this rainy (again) day in Frisco, I wish to spend half the day wandering the aisles and flipping through pages in Green Apple Books and City Lights, then the other half writing in a cafe.

On current rotation:

Creating Fiction, Julie Checkoway, ed./Associated Writing Programs
The Heart of the Buddha's Teaching, Thich Nhat Hanh
Love in the Time of Cholera, Garcia Marquez
Menage a Trois with the 21st Century, Eileen Tabios
The Nation magazine, most recent issue
Speak, So You Can Speak Again, Lucy Anne Hurston (a family-authorized biography of Zora Neale Hurston)

Also thinking of taking the Kulintang classes coming up at Pusod, but also just heard about a new Rondalla class that Kularts is offering at the Mint Mall. Finally made it back Kali class at Pusod with Gura M., which felt really good (despite my right shoulder aching the next day).

My tinnitus is acting up again, which meant I had to miss a fundraiser last night for a Bay Area youth delegation to this year's World Social Forum in Brasil. I'm sure the aftermath of the Indian Ocean tsunami will be on the agenda, among other pressing social issues that affect the working people of our planet.

Blessings,
Rona