(Herman “Sticky” Von Hobart, a friend we knew briefly)
Ann and I have now been in Geneva, New York, for almost eight weeks–living at the Trias House for my writing residency here. It’s been a wonderful experience here at Hobart and William Smith Colleges thus far, and I’ll devote a couple of blog posts to documenting everything we’ve done and seen in the context of HWS and my writing class. But for now I thought I’d preserve an archive of my facebook posts about the day-to-day experience both in Geneva and roving widely. These originally appeared, most of them, under the title “Incident at the Residency House” or “Top Secret Facebook Diary”. I’ve decided to put them in order of most recent to least, along with some of the relevant photographs. Somoe have been lightly edited. – Jeff
October 4: Oh my gawd. What a night. I just drove like my grandpa, 35 mph all the way from the Ithaca area back to Geneva, ’cause there’re no lights on these roads and critters everywhere and after owl banding I didn’t want to kill a critter no how no way. So I’m going 35 mph and I still almost hit three deer, a couple of raccoons, two extensions of liquid night I’m going to say were weasel-related, and something possibly a skunk but definitely not a swift beast. This after an owl night that included the police, a molecular biologist, an enraged neighbor, amazing unexpected art in a basement, holding an owl in my own two hands, talking about amphibian roadkill mortality studies, and staggering into a ditch in total pitch black darkness. May take a little while to process. Photos by the morning. AND THERE WAS AN AFRICAN PARROT TOO.
October 2: The damn turkeys have blocked the road, up here in the Adirondacks. All my hollerin’ seems not to be worth a damn to these turkey-lurkeys. Google, please program “a turkey-free route.”
October 1: It’s been a good couple of days. We attended a wedding of two wonderful people in a land full of tiny cucumbers and giant mushrooms and gorged on amazing salads as well and bought a mouse to hold our cats (it’s a riddle wrapped inside a joke). I learned that FSG will print over 500 advance copies of Borne, which is 300 copies more than my first book, The Book of Frog, sold. I am hopeful that soon I will view Nabokovian wonders at Cornell and intersperse these viewings with banding of owls. This week too the excellent novelist Dexter Palmer visits the campus as part of the reading series I’m curating. We hope he likes our cats and that the questions the students ask are useful. I am 20,000 words into the top secret project that now is not going to be publicly announced until next year oh how I hate patience and how much of it I have to have. I have also just about finished up a story that includes the dispersal across a thousand galaxies of a billion sentient seed pods. The car’s tire light just came on so I should probably stop typing this while driving along an unlit highway in the middle of the night while deer dart all around. Although now it occurs to me that [Read more…]