roger niner

after that jumping off a cliff, we were under for a while, but we've resurfaced now, we're bouyant, and our lives and thoughts are becoming more solid. i'll try and spill some of them here as they spin out of my mind, but more likely will be what you're reading will be a recap from a cafejournal not the online spontaneity .

Wednesday, January 7, 2009

christmas card like.

we've been living in tunisia for coming upon four months now. crazy really how the life has come and gone and i can't say to where it's gone - swallowed up by the black hole of trying to relocate 3 lives in close proximity with some kind of aesthetic sensibilities and organic proclivities. at first, hotels - a 4 star for three days with their wifi till we could find the best decent budget one for another week. then, crashing at a new friends' houses for another month while we waited for an apartment to open up downtown. originally we were thinking - hell yeah - downtown. i studied city planning - i know what sprawl does to people and places, and if we're going to try and learn to live in a dense urban environment, now might as well be our salingeresque episode to see how it flies. sparing most details, it did not fly well with the ground floor apartment and the t.v.-always-on preschool for holden. all other things considered we really enjoy downtown, the metro access, the arts festivals, the medina, and all the old film posters and work spaces and people watching... but when it comes to making life livable for us, we've got to live near a preschool that is cool. so... to we hit the eject button and moved 15 miles down the metro line to sidi bou - a an ex-pat community on the tip of the penisula, overlooking the mediterranean, with all the things ex-pats like at their disposal. i.e. big parks with trashcans, a marina for your yachting, and lots of other ex-pats to commisserate with about not all that much... actually it's pretty nice here.

that's a brief nutshell of the serious decision making since we left the states. matt's been doing arabic, which has been difficult for a number of administrative and schedule based reasons,,, and because it's arabic and it's tough. rebekah's been advancing in her french with general conversation around town and will be taking classes at the french embassy this year. she's still keeping up the english teaching here, but is thinking that she'll probably be headed for private tutoring to kick up the income a little since my grant is not really covering all the things she's wanting (i.e. a family trip to istanbul). we got internet as a christmas present this year and it has probably preserved the sanity of our family and saved our friendships - except for the random calls when we forget that we're 9 hours ahead... sorry evan, ross, krisztian.

holden... it's kind of surreal to watch him become a person before my eyes. very noticable sometimes like when he starts telling me numbers on the house addresses that we walk by on the way to school, and then sometimes it just seems to bland into the woodwork of daily lives. that is, until, i realize someday, 'am i actually having an argument with a two year old', or... 'this kid is most certainly himself, and not something i have made' and it strikes me fully again. he's doing well i think. he's learning to play with other kids at the preschool, learning his boundaries with us, learning to go wee-wee and poop where it's supposed to go, and a million other wonderful little details about the world that i get to redirect my attention to for the next year. he is becoming used to being attacked by people wanting to kiss him here - recently opting for the bonjour-2 cheek-version instead of the full on lipsmack. tunisians love their little ones and most find him to be one of the most beautiful little kids they've ever known. i agree, but i don't know any other tikes and am probably jaded in the made-in-my-own image kind of way.

within the context of a supportive and productive environment for holden, rebekah, and myself, we're pretty much going to push the reset button on just about everything. we hope that 09 gives us time to think back, think ahead, and try to decide how we should be here in the world and what we should do. no doubt the year will not be long enough, but time spent with these questions before us should help put the next five years into perspective for us. more to come. wish it were shared in person, but until it is, peace y'all.

Monday, August 11, 2008

nearly showtime

with one week to go, team m.r.h is still frantically packing up boxes and deciding what is going where. california, ny storage, italianate escopade, and then??? the magnum query we'd like put to rest. when our future president - ben ali - decided to run for the 5th term seems to have thrown u.s. diplomats in to a quandry and spelled potential disaster for tunisian fulbrighters - now possibly heading to morocco? yup that's right, could be a radical right turn across the sea as we head from roma to casa blanca - or daralbeda in arabi. we'll see where all this goes, for now, suffice it to say that we're having a rough time packing up our life into convenient discrete packages for the mailing, toting, storing, and living amist the 60,000 mile summer that we're logging in the air, roads, trains, campers, ferries, and motocycles. carbon offsets anyone?

the questions we're posing - what do we need, what will make the weeks of travel convenient with a almost terrible-wonderful two-yr, and what will make our return as smooth as possible - i.e. what do we need to get a job, a house, and friends once we land in the next local.

official schedule is as follows - subject to changes of tides, clouds, thunderhail, or nice sunsets.

ithaca till aug 15
las angeles till aug 17
santa barbara till aug 21
san luis obispo till aug 22
santa cruz till aug 23
san francisco till aug 26
chicago aug 27
ithaca aug 28
new york sept 3
rome sept 5

florence, venice, cinqueterra ...

tunis or casablanca sept 18 (for m.) sept 28 (for r.h.)

and then the dust could potentially settle?

if you'd like to host us or see us in this whirlwind, world spin, drop rebekah and me a line and we'll see what we can do about making the puzzle pieces and planets align. till then

wishin the best.

rebekah.dillon@gmail.com
805-602-0204

dicogno@gmail.com
607-339-1497

Friday, June 27, 2008

- 4:59

in the pre dawn, the best words of living seem to roam the earth - mythological compositions free to evolve instantaneously. so, like astronomers in hungry anticipation for an eclipse, I keep my restless nights open to the light these metaphors can shed into my frenzied existence. working the day away behind a computer in an over conditioned building with locked windows, i wonder how much longer, for what purpose, and why. the quiet and haunting night wild with possibility... the interstitial space of day to day: electric garbage trucks operating with quiet mechanical power, the bottle pickers rumaging in bins, green lights and red lights equally projecting to street cleaners driving against the one way. freight cars smash and bench sleepers stir. as twilight gives way to dawn, the magic of in-between coagulates. bird chips sound the alarm, bats return to the parking garages, and the metaphors of possibility are drown in the language of entrenched value and economy. this diurnal migration perhaps a porthole through the now - where the hourly salried wage is at it's weakest and imagination can be breathed into productive society's remnants. the winter of the day where time is free to meander or race as it pleases. at least that's what flashes through my skull when my eyes wink long in the warm womb of the 2 oclock afternoon... "i'm just saving myself for the best part of the day when I can be me... when I can hunt the words of substance, metaphors of meaning, and my antennae are more receptive to the calls from outer space."

5 oclock. birds sound the alarm.

Friday, June 6, 2008

here we go

not sure where or how to begin, like coming upon a marathoner midrace and asking them what step they are on. an obscure allusion but yes - i'm somewhere around 83 million in my brief 28 years. trying to do good without really thinking that there is one which i could do is kind of the tricky balance between cynical nilism and wistful hope; frederich von kierkagaard. and so a recumbant year to ponder the direction of my halflife. where and how did i get here and where and how shall i continue - essential existential. with partner and child in tow, trimming the sail for speed is not as optimal as efficiency of movement. a quiet voice, an unharbored anchor, laughter, and discretion the tenants my wisdom so dictate.