Mark Phillips' Pages: Workbook: November 2010

Workbook: November, 2010

November 30, 2010: The home is part rehab, part artists' colony.
November 29, 2010: Your bookcases have been moved.
November 28, 2010: Whose stomach is this?
November 27, 2010: You stack your magazines and tapes around the television.
November 26, 2010: The famous guitarist is having an emotional collapse.
November 25, 2010: Our server wears a lapel pin in the shape of the Korean peninsula...
November 24, 2010: The hotel serves breakfast...
November 23, 2010: The last time I saw my father...
November 22, 2010: The rooms are large and dark...
November 21, 2010: American car.
November 20, 2010: Ill-behaved little boys with military haircuts slurp fettuccine...
November 19, 2010: Young Utah blondes, thirteen-ish...
November 18, 2010: "Neener neener neener," he says, and, he means it.
November 17, 2010: In Rome our professor at last connected carnally with the undergraduate he'd pursued for months.
November 16, 2010: I told her, she's always free to do what she chooses.
November 15, 2010: "I could spend hours..."
November 14, 2010: Sober four weeks...
November 13, 2010: I was so angry with her, at the time.
November 12, 2010: Morning flight over desert.
November 11, 2010: Elitist authoritarianism.
November 10, 2010: "They'll always need airplanes."
November 9, 2010: Series of seats.
November 8, 2010: First she's thought through her history.
November 7, 2010: Intelligent waitress.
November 6, 2010: The musician wanted to hear himself play.
November 5, 2010: Progression of cults through her life.
November 4, 2010: She says she was so lonely...
November 3, 2010: Erotic personality type.
November 2, 2010: The same awkward hesitation before her answer...
November 1, 2010: In Paris our professor is, well, himself.