zooming issues

 So when I was supposed to join in with a committee for a brilliant thesis, drawn and colored and written about Virginia Woolf's letters, I went to the calendar instead of the zoom link and was 20 minutes late, that was the WORST time in my year so far...

On the other hand, how nice it is to see the names of one's friends and conversation participants (my mini-seminar in translation/interpretation and then later in obsession/omission, see them below the pictures, also in our book clubs!

and Also how nice not to have to GO anywhere except for walks to the distant (given my slow pace) Central Park and out to dine outside at various restaurants we love: Barking Dog! the District! Pascalou!

Nick's!, and for me, coffee (today iced with matcha, whatever that is, is green) whole devouring Liane de Pougy's notebooks..

So I am sending the first 12 pages of Jacques  Derrida's The Post Card to the participants in my mini-seminar or really reading group on translation and interpretation starting next week, and am zooming on and in, and listening to interesting this and that like Honor Moore and Roxana Robinson talking about biographies...And my Mina Loy and also the poems in my Alice Rahon are in press, and I am thinking of what is next...

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Monteverdi Vespers of 1610

Monteverdi  Vespers in New York
after a new year's toast to each other, Boyce and I are going to St. Etienne on Lex and 76 to hear these  
ancient Vespers with the quavering sound I forget the name of, same as in Gesualdo ( the Red Monk, I think)
the toast was in pink Zarzetto
this morning I got to swim with the wonderful Torello who speaks during his class, so you aren't bored
and I am l laboring over Alice Paalen Rahon, wow

part 2 of. same:
may I correct and add to this? the sound I so love wasn't until the Magnificat and is like hiccups
or hiccoughs,
correction about labels and addition to what I am laboring over, which is/who is Mina Loy as well as Alice Rahon, only the latter is due next month and the Mina Loy LATER, except that I get enthusiastic about one or the other or both at once, nuts to being organized, at my age, I can't ascend from chaos to neatness
and yesterday I gave away two whole cartloads of books to Housing Works on 89 and 2nd, towed there by my wonderful friend Nathalie Fouyer, who wrote her thesis with me at the CUNY Graduate School on Robert Desnos and Zen
and we had lunch at a grand place  Selena Rosa, on 2nd also, which I hope has enough visitors to remain open for years, unlike so m any of the restaurants closed near us recently, and we had margaritas, one with raspberry and the famous one with pomegranate and crispy tacos with shrimp and Fajitas with seafood and were happy AND now I can walk over my floors without making canals through books, although still on the hunt table all semi-circle are piled up books from whatever I have just finished (big pile of Pascal, of Leonardo, and always art stuff and surrealism and the books I long to read or reread, I and a great pile I am not investigating at the moment, amen