hebdo.unterWegs:turning it over

praise & gratitude & acknowledgement of elegguá, who opens & closes all doors, all paths...aché...my compulsive

control mechanisms kick in on th face of little blessings...oh, ye of little faith...why am i going to nice? to

meet up w/ nephews hans-peter & klaus-heiner? but it feels uncertain, dubious- i'm antsy restless bewildered @

th difficulties obstacles indifference regarding my projects- th screenplay, th house in galicia...i want to

rush to barcelona, to la guardia, talk to th people i know @ SGAE- th spanish copyright society/authors &

composer's association...but i don't even know if luis más is still @ his desk in madrid...it's been four long

years since '95...i gotta met w/ toni & roberto & see about renewing my option on th adaptation rights to their

novel- i already have a screenplay based on it-can i get some help in finally buying th rights? do i just need

to get to france to start walking @ least a part of th route to santiago?
'life is a journey to be made on foot'- who was bruce chatwin quoting in th text i read?
...so i finally yield & have two espressos just now, five o'clock in th afternoon...i'm
really holding on to this avenue vehicle medium technology to feel connected, & after
nearly a month here, getting half-used to th particular co-dependent interaction w/ my
brother & his wife, german character & idiosyncracies & diet, getting back on th road,
not going directly to le relais notre dame up in th hills of provence, @ least a place
i know- i'm not sure if madame & her retired air-traffic controller from munich are
still actively running th place, haven't gotten to talk to them on th phone, so i've
resisted on committing to reservations...between a rock & a soft place?? i have no idea
what nice is like, how easy it will be to find a reasonably priced hotel room for th
night tomorrow, saturday around two- three in th afternoon...i have no idea when i may
be able to sit down & write th next installment of this...fake it until i make
it...face th fear...again & again...feel silly silly silly...i got to see 'buena vista
social club' as a special gift...started crying th minute i sat down & th music
started...how do i find my way back to music?? is that yet another task for me? or th
one true north of a task underneath th distractions, projects, wanderings?
yesterday was a very long day w/ peter & astrid, from dornburg to naumburg to bad
koesen to bad sulza thru th only thuringian vineyards w/in th saale-unstrut
designation, missd th turntable dj mix performance @ th opening...& i gotta go. gotta
reserve my couchette to try to sleep on this train tonight. thank you all for tuning
in. see you when i see you. is this...? davidj=(8{>