I’m in SF with Mere tonight, which seems to be the only time I get any work done. We ate Vietnamese vegetarian pancakes, which are like omelets full of bean sprouts, and lemongrass tofu and spicy eggplant with basil. Mere’s friend was a bean sprout farmer in Maui. Typing, writing, catching up on old notes and such. Here’s another Yiddish curse:

Hindert hayzer zol er hobn, in yeder hoyz a hindert tsimern, in yeder tsimer tsvonsik betn un kadukhes zol im varfn fin eyn bet in der tsveyter.
A hundred houses shall he have, in every house a hundred rooms and in every room twenty beds, and a delirious fever should drive him from bed to bed.

It reminds me of THE RED DEATH, and also of my brain.

Q: How do you keep it all in your head?
A: Keep what?