Without Lifting A Finger

I'm still walking, though the venues have narrowed a bit. And yes, like all good Long Beachers, I'm practicing "social distancing." * Reading-wise, I've finished The Fall (went for weeks playing the judge-penitent), but probably won't, at least anytime soon, reread The Plague . Last time out I found it somewhat boring. Instead I've been thinking about rereading Death in Venice . We'll see. ***

PHILZ. Finished Oz's Judas and only scratched my next stop: John Hawkes' Travesty . Not sure about the text I only tasted: so-so thus far. But I liked the epigraphic quote from Camus' Fall : You see, a person I knew used to divide human beings into three categories: those who prefer having nothing to hide rather than being obliged to lie, those who prefer lying to having nothing to hide, and finally those who like both lying and the hidden. I'll let you choose the pigeonhole that suits me. *** Fantastic light this morning: rosy highlights in the Heights, downtown awash in the white light of a rising sun.

              

        





With the tide out, many were beached on the sand. Stranded. How long can they live outside of water? Two boys had fun picking them up and throwing them back in. I watched to see if they were able to swim away. Couldn't see clearly. Late afternoon. Charlie and I walked back home. *