My subconscious isn't stupid; it's very clever at manipulating symbols and processing information in the most efficient way possible by piling them on top of one another in order to complete a sleep cycle. This morning's dream begins at Wesleyan in the midst of a huge event of some sort. It could be Commencement weekend; it could be Reunion; in ( Read more... )

Operation Vivien Leigh was a success this morning. I glided past the line waiting to enter the Saturday Kitchen and into the main dining hall, there to confront Crosby, in the flesh, hauling a big garbage bag of wasted food out of the trash bin. His closely cropped hair was covered by one of those cockamamie fast food workers hats, the paper kind ( Read more... )

Something strange is going on. HB is posting a lot of photos from Scandanavia on his FB page as though he is there right now. But, how can that be? Why would he schedule a trip to Scandanavia the same weekend as the Moonshot?

Operation Vivien Leigh is T minus 5:30 hrs. If this fails, I'm aborting the entire mission.

Crosby must be in town by now. I can feel it. I spent the better part of this afternoon stalking Washington Heights where I'm pretty sure his favorite Chinese restaurant is located. It was a blisteringly hot day but it took only a few moments to imagine seeing him among the throng of largely poor, Hispanic people populating the sidewalks along Juan ( Read more... )

So...one thing I haven't mentioned yet is that just before the Mid-Winter party started and while I was still helping Huggy Bear with the centerpieces (little shooting stars on wires and battery-powered votive candles), he causally mentioned that Crosby said, "Hi." I knew that Huggy was in almost daily Skype contact with him and the merest ( Read more... )

In T minus 1:45 we have another Operation Vivien Leigh to execute. Objective: Offer "manly" support. Do not bring up subject of Tylerland unless Crosby does first. "Be there" without being maudlin about it.