Archive May 2010

Don’t Worry, Be Happy 0

Dear Bradshaw,

For Francesca’s birthday we went to the Bobby McFerrin concert. The first thing that struck me when we sat at our seats was the empty stage. Nothing but a chair. Then McFerrin appeared, wearing a red T-shirt, jeans and carrying a microphone. He crossed the stage as if walking through his own living room, sat on the chair, and started singing in his humming, buzzing, voice-warbling way while thumping his chest and tapping his feet to the beat. continue reading »

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No place to poop 0

Dear Bradshaw,

Like my shadow he followed me onto the bus, babbling to himself and standing closer than socially acceptable for a bus not even half full. He seemed to stare at atoms in the air, as if counting the electrons zipping around his head. Globs of dead skin, glue or dried snot clustered his hair, and a twitch involving the entire right side of his face caused him to freeze up every ten seconds or so. continue reading »

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Out cold, comatose, down for the count 1

Dear Bradshaw,

I’m tired, exhausted, bushed, beat. I know I’ve written about this before but I’m telling you the last times were nothing like now. I can hardly keep my eyes open. I’ve been falling asleep while working, falling asleep while eating, falling asleep while shaving, even falling asleep while waking up. continue reading »

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Click off the work clock 0

Yo Shaw,

We’re back. I’m in my apartment right now, remembering our trip as if I had dreamed the whole thing. Nothing like a three-week vacation to cleanse the mind and purify the bloodstream. With twenty-one days I was able to click off the work clock and let my soul float free and circle stars. Often I just sat around and thought about things, and some of the things I thought about were how high and low the sky is, how tall or small trees can be, and how indisputably divine silence is. continue reading »

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Our trip to Bethlehem 0

Dear Bradshaw,

We wanted to go to Bethlehem, and when I asked at the front desk of our Jerusalem hotel about driving there in our rental car the concierge shook his head while waving some guy over. The guy’s name was Menachem. He was a taxi driver, apparently associated with the hotel, and we arranged to meet him the following morning at nine for a ride and tour of Bethlehem. The cost would be 350 shekels (about $100). continue reading »

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