Flew to Phoenix yesterday for the
Lounged through the better part of yesterday recovering from soul-delay (what
Gibson calls it), the effects of same-day cross-continental flight where heavy
lag sets in, where there is an inexact slowness in recombining as if after a
teleportation. That’s because I woke up in Syracuse Sunday morning at 4
a.m. (which is 1 a.m. local time in Ariz.) for a short flight to JFK and then
the long flight out here and I didn’t rest my head aside from a couple of
catnaps until 10:30 p.m. local time. This adds up to a fuzzy dreaminess
and now I find it hard to say very quickly which day it is.
Monday. Breakfast in a few minutes, followed by a winding bus ride from
the city up to Whiteriver, where we’ll run sessions for two-and-a-half days. I’m
looking forward to it very much, although there was a somber mood at last
night’s reception because of what the councilwoman described as the ongoing
suicide epidemic which has been especially tragic in this first week after the
high school graduation. I don’t know much more about it than that right
Anyway, I need to pack.