Once in a while it’s nice to write here, kind of a diary, shared with whoever wants to read it. Hello again.
Tonight I’m reading Ruth Ozeki’s The Book of Form and Emptiness. Haunting and haunted. I think it’s the first book I have read that is (partially) narrated by a book. Her earlier book was centered around a diary discovered in a Hello Kitty lunchbox, having floated across the Pacific. This book centers around people, with an omniscient book observing and commenting. Spooky.
Our holiday season has begun, and it promises new experiences alongside the traditions. It will be hard to beat the classic dinner we had at TOLHouse last night, and I plan to take Thursday off, but I’m looking forward to cooking at least one meal drawn from my favorite Palestinian cookbooks. I ordered the Ozeki book from Gathered Volumes, knowing that I want to own it and happy to bypass Amazon. When I went to Perrysburg to pick it up, Zaitoun caught my eye and has already become a favorite.
So many thoughts swirling in my head. I hope to organize them a bit by writing them down and, maybe, to bring them to conversations IRL. Join me?