The next volume, beginning in December 1973. opens with many Tibetan notes and has 3-inch left margins, a touch I still love.
Coincidentally, I revisit these after perceiving how much Kurt, from our Yakima years later, eventually photographed Tibetans in America and gained their respect, leading in time to the Dalai Lama’s.
To my delight, the local library had a solid selection of Tibetan Buddhist books, which I devoured in developing Subway Hitchhikers. Even in diluted form, you can see why in my novel Subway Visions. All thanks to Dan, the consummate librarian. He often bought paperbacks and had them bound, which was cheaper than buying hardbound. He also bought only one copy of a bestseller and had those readers on a waiting list, rather than buying multiple copies. That freed up funds for a deeper collection.
Research, research, research, and then follow your intuition.
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Bonsai notes, not that I ever pursued that …
Sunday, 17 March ’74:
“If you keep walking in circles, you’ll never hit the center.”
Asked Kat’s mother for advice on how to approach Sam. “It’s about time! I was about to ask what your intentions were. … Did you tell your parents?”
“Not yet.”
Afterward, Kat was stunned that I had actually done it.
“Shit, looks like you’re going back to school.”
“Bird calls are so monotonous,” sez famed pianist …
Winter: when the skies are flat clouds over muddy fields / no escape for the eyes.
Well, she was flat, too.
Let’s leave it all ambiguous.
Some yellowed clippings of Howard Hintz “Nature Hints” column, one of my better additions to the paper.
Other entries became sourcing for my novel Nearly Canaan and the first novella in The Secret Side of Jaya.
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From Spiralbound Flatland, with commentary from now.
Jnana's Red Barn 