Joanne Mae Adams in high school and Joanne Adams Curtis nowadays — top right photo by Taylor Yau
Notes from Down Under
After snapping this photo, I went up to the family who were wondering why I was taking pictures of a puddle on the beach. They loved the photo and I happily emailed it to them. A week later, this beach town was devastated by Cyclone Gabrielle.
The joke goes something like this, no matter where we go in New Zealand, chaos soon follows.
Once upon a time, in a city four or five hours from Bethlehem, an idea was born. The idea was, “Can Rodney write a story using Artificial Intelligence?”
The very next question was, “Should Rodney write a story using Artificial Intelligence?”
My garage is a liminal space.
When I sit in my car, I’m only temporarily there — whether coming or going. I generally don’t linger in that here/not here place. Today I lingered; today I sat in the driver’s seat and tried to allow in the feelings of spontaneous temporariness. Read More
In an old World Book Encyclopedia that was copyrighted the year Chris was born, I found — sandwiched between Marrakesh and Mars — a 1960’s definition of marriage.Read More
“In the depth of winter, I finally learned that within me,
there lay an invincible summer.”― Albert Camus
It was their popcorn, it still haunts my dreams.
Yet another victim of progress and pandemic, The Main Art Theatre in Royal Oak, Michigan has closed for good … or bad.
UFOs are real.
That’s one of my favorite sentences ever written, along with: I’m in remission; I’m a grandfather; Biden won and Cappuccino Blasts are on sale.Read More
The text came in from my cousin, “RIP Hank Aaron.”
“Damn,” was all I could respond.