Monday, Sept. 10, 2007. A day of present tense:

I wake up and get on the phone with the MacNeil/Lehrer Archive, the Vanderbilt TV News Archive, the Bureau of Jewish Education’s Jewish Community Library. I am desperate to find more footage of some of these missing diplomats for Camille. I eat courgettes with Li Han. I bike to the Caltrain station. I miss three trains in a row because they keep arriving too early or late, and because I’m not a patient enough person to wait for trains, and because God thinks it’s funny. I make the fourth train. Caltrain to the Millbrae Bart to the 5 MacAllister to Pierce to Union. They let me in, 15 minutes late. I get my video (50 Years Of War) and go home. Six hours of public-transportation-related activity later. I go to Borrone’s. I read Well-Behaved Women Seldom Make History. I talk to Wilder (it’s not really his name, but he claims he’s earned it.) I read about E. Cady Stanton comparing women with slaves, and Virginia Woolf, and Christine de Pisan. Back to 2319. Wine with Li Han and Vickie. We discuss the fourth dimension of time. Premonitions. Reincarnation. Super Mario Brothers “lives.” I fall asleep before I mean to. I have so much work still to do.