Ten Years Ago
We were living in a rented casita in Corralejo, a dusty village located in the countryside outside of San Miguel. Our little house had a cactus fence around it and brick boveda domed ceilings. Annalena was three and attending a Mexican Montessori preschool. My father had just recently passed away. I spent a lot of time staring at the mountains and listening to Junior Walker.
Ten Months Ago
Last August I was in the homestretch of the BTF season. I enjoyed seeing Shaw's Mrs. Warren's Profession.
Ten Days Ago
I was wrangling actor bios for the program.
Ten Hours Ago
I was finishing up a magazine assignment about Canyon Ranch. I did not write about stumbling upon Cameron Diaz in the locker room.
Ten Minutes Ago
I was writing my mother an e-mail about yesterday's lovely lunch with a new friend at Blue Ribbon Sushi
Ten Minutes from Now
I will eat some low-fat dulce de leche Häagen-Dazs.
Ten Hours from Now
I'll be at the office.
Ten Days from Now
I will be researching an article about breathing rituals. I will also likely be stressed out of my mind at work.
Ten Months from Now
I hope I'll be writing a new book.
I do have long-term wishes, but feel too superstitious to share them here.
2 comments:
That picture is just plain cruel.
Have you eaten there? Oh my goodness. Note the sculptural fishtail in the background. It's horse mackerel presented two ways. First, the fish is filleted into slices of sashimi, then the waiter whisks the plate away, and returns with the the head, tail, and backbone flash fried into salty, crunchy morsels. We didn't eat the head, with its fried beady eyes and lips.
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