Aaron and Elizabeth’s wedding happened this week at a bourbon distillery in Kentucky. It was beautiful out and Elizabeth looked stunning and Aaron was over the moon.
We all watched them dance their first dance. I tried to imagine what my own first dance might look like and pictured myself eating a hoagie under a spotlight.
I’m enjoying reading César Aira this week. His book The Literary Conference is so playful in its method. It seems to discover itself as it goes along, by which I mean it reads like Aira learns the ideas he’ll ruminate on as he discovers the plot, and then enjoys the rumination without bloating it out into a big book.
It’s no good to be in Austin during this season. We haven’t felt local rain in months. The leaves are burning off the trees. I think I’ll go to LA.
