Jun. 8
5:36 PM
Back From Florida
I spent the last two weeks or so in Florida (hence the week off from Films of High Adventure) and now find myself far more behind on correspondence than anticipated. So: apologies, and I'll be catching up in the coming weeks, both on my mail and my various site lists. I hope all is well?
Florida was equal parts amazingly fun and depressing, as we arrived at roughly the same time as the oil that is poised to fuck us in ways that still defy full comprehension. I more or less grew up on the Panhandle, and it was a melancholy experience to stand with my feet in the water and know the next time I did so I would be involved in oil clean-up and wearing serious boots instead of naked feet. The day Raech and I were going to hit the beach for one final swim was when the tar balls arrived in Pensacola, and while others braved the water we demurred. I honestly don't feel up to going into my thoughts on the spill at present other than the obvious what-in-the-name-of-fuck-have-we-wrought brooding that most sensible people are going through.
But. We attended two completely charming weddings while we were down, and my father's retirement party, and a Neil Diamond cover band that defined the word awesome, and a reading I gave at Fermentation Lounge, and saw countless friendly faces, so the trip wasn't all dejection and hand-wringing. Huge congrats to Selena and Josh, and Allison and John, and The Bruce, who has finally packed it in after way too many years of raising hell in sundry criminology departments, and many, many thanks to everyone who made time to see us despite our schedule madness. We love you all. Except for those we don't. More soon.