This Was Tuesday

 Work was a bit of a drag, but I got past 6 hours. It was the counselor and then to the attorney for dad's trust and home. All told I it was about 4 hours getting home – one bus was late and another was missed. I did get quesadilla at Bloom's downtown and it was wonderful. Joel C called me as I was coming home, and I had to call hm back when I got here. He is well, trying to get his novel done. I went to work on my Democracy in America notes from my pretrial detention journal. That took me until after 9 pm. I called KH, he's hip deep in alligators. I watched Justified:City Primeval, and was out a little after 11.

I cut down on my reading from email – or, at least, writing about it. But I did go to the following.

 Anna May Wong and Chinatown Noir: 4 Essential Films

 Thinking of submitting to The Common, but I am not sure about this – 

 The Common seeks stories, essays, poems, and dispatches that embody a strong sense of place: pieces in which the setting is crucial to character, narrative, mood, and language. We receive many submissions about traveling in foreign countries and discourage writers from submitting conventional travelogues in which narrators report on experiences abroad without reflecting on larger themes.

Maybe "Best of Intentions."  I like what I do see.  Issue 24:

Stories about an artist from Iceland, a grandmother in Italy, a journalist in India, and lovers in Berlin, and essays on race, memory, spirituality, and forest fires. Plus poems by National Book Award finalist Tommye Blount, the DISQUIET Prize-winning poem by Darius Simpson, and much more.

and Current Issue: 25 sounds even more interesting:

A special portfolio of Arabic fiction from Kuwait, stories set in the USSR during perestroika and on the Texas-Mexico border, essays about romance during Ramadan, and the legacy of artist Marcel Duchamp, and poems by Ricardo Pau-Llosa, Karen Chase, Robert Cording, Tina Cane, and Felice Belle.

I gave up getting my pay stubs last night. The site kept crashing.

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