The cursor blinks. Blue on white. Blink. Blink.
“What are you going to say this week, Blaustein? Are you going to tell us a story about your kids? Or deconstruct a Hollywood movie? How are you going to keep it fresh?”
It’s a surprisingly annoying cursor. Poking at my insecurities. And yet I’m fond of it. (Him? Her?) It’s kept me company for years, and only now have I even realized it’s blue.
I guess I’m not that observant. Blink. Blink.
If you couldn’t tell, I’m pretty fried at the moment. Yesterday, I drove to Santa Fe, …read more
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