Angles of Impulse
Every January when the cold winds begin to swirl, I practice the geometry of impulse. Often fueled by boredom or the let down of holiday expectations, I whip up a cocktail of beginnings enticed by possibility. I book flights of fancy and distant destinations in perfect conflict with the mundane. I’ll make the deadline, I figure, I’ll show up for class in California by 7 pm straight from LAX, in spite of the 24 hour flying time from say Kenya via Amsterdam with touch down – and who cares about time zones when you’re that far gone. Read More »