I recently came up with an excellent idea for a book journal, the sort of thing Chronicle Books would publish and PaperSource would sell in a fancy display. It would be more popular than those One Line a Day journals, or the journals of lists and whatnot. It would also be deep and brilliant and wonderful. I just have to figure out a way to properly present it, and my future as a book journal developer is assured. In the meantime, it occurred to me that I could blog the journal as well, almost as a way of developing ideas for it. So then I thought, "Let's start a new blog!" And then I looked at the blogs I already maintain... and that was that. But someday, perhaps, I may add another blog to the rotation. When that happens, it will be brilliant. Just you wait.
Working at the Main Library has surprising advantages. Just now I stepped out of my office, walked five paces across the hall, scanned a badge, and walked under the civic center plaza to the elevator that stretches from beneath the earth up to the mayor’s office on the fourteenth floor. I didn’t have so far to go—just up one level to the utilities counter, where a sympathetic, amused woman named Sue shut down my gas payments. It took less than five minutes. I finished packing up my kitchen days ago. My cake pans were in boxes sometime early last week. But as I walked through the underground loading dock on my way back to the office, I was distinctly aware of the finality of what I’d just done. I would never, from that moment on, be able to bake for anyone out of that kitchen. Maybe it doesn’t seem like a very big deal, but I’ve gotten a lot of mileage out of a certain identity, namely being “the person who bakes a lot”. I made a tiered wedding cake for some friends (because...
Amen sister...
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