Monday, January 19, 2009

Red leaf palms

Dear Fonzie,

I miss you terribly some nights.   These are red leaves.  They look like hands, I think.  I thought you would like them.

Jennifer

There Are Indication Of A Fortune














I look this way.  And then I look that way.  

Suspicious?  Undecided?  Skeptical?  In treatment?  Just trying to cross the street with a neck brace?

 Now I look mostly one way but for a long time I looked both ways.

Saturday, October 4, 2008

max with drafts of Black Friday on the floor behind him


 
I always take pictures of the views from my various windows.  I fall in love  my views.  This is out the back window on Atlantic Ave.  We were always getting amazing skies.  Orange, or purple and blue like this one.

Tuesday, August 7, 2007

who is who in the 21st century

Dear Fonzie,

I am made busy with an abundance of observations and would love to give them to someones I can trust, like you.

Today I am thinking that the people who conduct the most talk therapy in the USA today are creative writing teachers, neurologists, and a few other professional intimates. But we have no training. In a way, this gives psychotherapy back to the wide spectrum of intellectuals who were to be the therapists in Freud's vision. Especially if they do a little reading, a little training. But generally, they just listen. That's great, but not for the listener, who has no training in how to deal with horrific stories. Note that the government subsidizes school and medical attention for headaches and backaches (what neurologists see most days) more urgently than it does talk therapy for trauma and depression.

Seem worth thinking about.

love,
Jennifer

Sunday, Monday

Dear Fonzie,

It is important to begin. I'm writing to you because I admire you, and because it seemed a way to begin. To get with the net. Join the web.

I'm going to most write about ideas, but sometimes I'll talk about you, and sometimes I'll talk about me. I hope that other Arthur to whom I considered writing will also read these representations, but in the end I decided to talk to someone who listens.

Happy Days! More soon.

love,
Jennifer