Workbook: September, 2021
- September 30, 2021: On the road along the cliff at the low point of my life her baby sister pointed me out to her colleague, and laughed.
- September 29, 2021: Goodbye, Norma Jean.
- September 28, 2021: That woman —
- September 27, 2021: That woman —
- September 26, 2021: The worst is its darkness.
- September 25, 2021: When the wind blows, the power goes out.
- September 24, 2021: I liked the old geography better.
- September 23, 2021: I remember those clocks so vividly.
- September 22, 2021: Blaming the victim took some obvious forms.
- September 21, 2021: You'd come on them in the woods.
- September 20, 2021: We found him dead beneath acacias...
- September 19, 2021: Returning with a walletful of platinum cards.
- September 18, 2021: It's striking that my friends from that period resent Professor Falstaff as much as I do.
- September 17, 2021: It's tempting to lay blame for that experience at the feet of Professor Falstaff.
- September 16, 2021: At the Fotis House I befriended a young philosophy professor.
- September 15, 2021: Lately I've explored my anger.
- September 14, 2021: She rolled her eyes in exasperation, when I told her I was moving.
- September 13, 2021: I'm reading a book written by a former colleague I think poorly of.
- September 12, 2021: I thought for a time that my colleague suffered from Long Covid.
- September 11, 2021: I loved her for a time.
- September 10, 2021: Steve Smug, and the advice that wasn't.
- September 9, 2021: We had a secret signal.
- September 8, 2021: Her ex considered himself a "bohemian".
- September 7, 2021: She was unfailingly convinced of her own genius.
- September 6, 2021: "I'm not going to try to steal you away," she said...
- September 5, 2021: Why Spinoza?
- September 4, 2021: Plotinus, Jung, medievals, hermeneutics.
- September 3, 2021: Very kindly, my elderly Lyft driver brings me all the way home...
- September 2, 2021: Credit where credit's due:
- September 1, 2021: The different working groups fail to coordinate.