Henry Miller

for cassandra - the burl18 Villa Seurat
May 18, 2014

A bouchon was the idea. Henry Miller, in Tropic of Cancer: “Life,” said Emerson, “consists in what a man is thinking all day.” If that be so, then my life is nothing but a big intestine. I not only think about food all day, but I dream about it at night.” This is me, too. […]

April 20, 2014

“Easter came in like a frozen hare – but it was fairly warm in bed.” (Henry Miller. Tropic of Cancer) – Jon Oropeza

March 26, 2014

How fun Tropic of Capricorn must have been to write! I think along with Rabelais, and maybe Whitman, Henry Miller must have just had a ball when he wrote. Capricorn isn’t anything but a dream, a surrealist screed, one long rant. I imagine Henry upstairs in the Villa Seurat, a few years removed from the […]

February 2, 2014

Started with a dawn bike ride through Stanford campus, the reason being I had to get a Zipcar. Lungs burning, fingers numb, and I just woke up. Orange morning light on all that is early spring (which is so early this year): Tangerines dangling, paperwhites in the verges, pink and white cherry blossoms, magnolias. All […]

August 13, 2013

The approach to the bridge is paved with cobblestones. I ride so slowly that each cobble sends a separate and distinct message to my spinal column and up through the vertebrae to that crazy cage in which the medulla oblongata flashes its semaphores. And I cross the bridge at Sèvres . . . I yell, […]

August 12, 2013

“I took care of my wheel as one would look after a Rolls Royce. If it needed repairs I always brought it to the same shop on Myrtle Avenue run by a negro named Ed Perry. He handled the bike with kid gloves, you might say. He would always see to it that neither front […]

July 26, 2013

Deliciousness of simplicity: An open space. A macchiato. Conversation. Code, how design is a series of small gambles. Working with a team involves guessing which of hundreds of gambles will pay off and how. Games involving gambles. Gary Snyder’s What You Should Know To Be A Poet “…Gambles…”. San Francisco as geology, as watersheds, as […]