yeast rising

Dear Terna,

I thought of you many times this weekend, remembering that you were in Georgia and wondering what that was like. So, it was... amazing? :). I'm very much looking forward to listening to what you have to say about your experience once you've had a bit more time to digest & assimilate.

The South remains foreign to me. Southwestern Ohio is more southern than I'm used to (me, ms. newinkland yellobread), Oxford less so b/c of the saturation of Chicago-suburbanite-spawn (well, offspring anyway). I dipped into TN for a few days last summer, where I ate feed corn around a bonfire with friends of friends and listened to some mesmerizingly inflected tongues, but that was in the woods, with only a handful of people. But I believe you when you say it's a different country.

Countries... have you been keeping up with the news about New Orleans? It's like countries shattered. Maybe more than two.


I keep re-reading your post. It sounds like a revolutionary weekend. But I don't want to start writing your weekend before you do, so I'll await further fermentation from you before forming any more opinions ;). (And when I say fermentation what I have in mind is the warm yeast and alcohol exhalations of my rising rye bread -- oxygenated! productive!).

I'm sitting backwards on my chair as I write this, trying to stretch my spine. My back has been burning up lately -- from too much time in un-ergonomic office furniture, or too long hours of hand-cramping russian writing exercises. The backwards sitting is good though I feel all those bones and muscles opening in grudging increments! aha.

Between the gas prices going up and the bad news about things where Katrina hit, C & I decided to stay in Oxford (rather than driving up to see C's parents in Columbus) this weekend. We did a lot of mutually nuturing/nourishing things. Totally fun & comforting. We made a pork/pepper/onion empanada that took 8 hours (!!) to finish. We went for a bike ride, and lay in the sun. And we baked bread, and made a meatloaf, and bought a heavyweight Hoover and cleaned the living shit out of our apartment.

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I have not yet picked up the Umbrella Man book by R.Dahl -- I'm in the last 50 pages of this very, very good book called "Jonathan Strange and Mr. Norrell." I've been lacksadaisically meandering through the last 50 pages for about two weeks... I'm not sure I want to stop reading it. But I started "Mountains Beyond Mountains" by Tracy Kidder this weekend. This is a book which I imagine you will like very much -- non-fiction, top-notch -- read if you get a chance! At work during lunch I've been reading "White Noise" (finally) by Delilio. (Hitler studies? Not sure where it's going, yet).

Ah -- the sensation that I had at the end of EoE (which I remember as unsettled and urgent) has faded almost completely. I don't remember exactly how it ended, but I will find a copy and remind myself and get back to you (maybe I will post a comment! blog-style!).

Oh, and I will happily try and help you with web-work. What do you want to make?

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O, moving! I am excited for you. Catapulting out of Boston, where you have cooled your heels and mustered your energy and made your plans, into New York, where you begin to actualize Terna.v.2.3 ;). Although I dread the gathering and packaging and shipping of sh*t that moving now entails, I love the wind-in-the-sails-of-the-heart feeling of me-on-the-move. I hope your relocation has a lot of elation in it.

Write when in seizes you -- I'm happy to be posting here, to you, again.

Love,

Karen