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. . . his loneliness and desire for love, as long as it came in the form of a beautiful and slim young man at least half his age?

Dear Kim:

As I sit here, my mind is whirling with ideas, events, feelings from the past 24 hours.

Do I write about the excellent panel on the differences between autobiographical fiction, memoir and novel that took place at the ContemporaryArt MuseumStLouis last night?

Or . . . the slightly debauched and drunken dinner at Balaban's afterwards in which one of the panelists talked about his loneliness and desire for love, as long as it came in the form of a beautiful and slim young man at least half his age?

Or . . . the palpable pleasure I am getting from sitting in my office with its freshly painted green and purple walls and funky vintage bamboo furniture?

Or . . . the meeting I had today with the Greater St. Louis Federal Executive Board to discuss how to create theater pieces around homophobia when a large percentage of their 80 some organizations have an official "don't ask, don't tell policy"?

Or . . . my realization that I had too much cleavage showing at the meeting because my blouses are getting loose since I have been losing weight?

Or . . . the fact that Pseudonym just told me I was fucked up on the phone and hung up on me when I said I wouldn't know until tomorrow if I wanted to get together that evening because I am still getting over a bug and may need to rest by myself.

It is amazing how many experiences and realities within which we can operate in a short span of time. And how many personalities we can encounter.

(Kim: It is also interesting how we can survive this amount of information. I deal with so much information in my job that, on good days, I'm able to keep straight. Faculty, students, budgets, secretaries, other administrators, initiatives, etc.

It is also amazing how we get stuck into bad habits, the worst of which is not being able to change one's condition.

I wish people would ask what they could do today that would make tomorrow more meaningful.)

Each of these exchanges alone could constitute a novella.

For the moment, I think I will read on the couch and play with by birds instead.

Later,

Joan

Thursday, Mar 2, 2006