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OK, analyze this dream: I am wandering through a large, multi-storied house – apparently my house – after a snowstorm has isolated me there. I am waiting for my lover, who turns out to be some floating combination of a former boss and an adorable little Indian man who’s a friend of a friend of a friend – neither of which I’m remotely interested in in real life. We are wandering separately through this house, coming together and then losing the connection, repeatedly, until finally we are there, together, for real.
He leans in to kiss me, and as he does he’s morphed again – into Cindy Lange-Kubick.
Who I’m also not remotely interested in. Honest.
And who was one of the first faces I saw this morning. I felt so embarrassed I couldn’t make eye contact.
Miz K’s new issue of Vanity Fair has an article I can’t wait to read. “Is Nigeria the next Iraq?” the cover blurb blares. The piece focuses on the militants trying to take back the country’s natural resources from the oil industry – or at least debilitate the industry itself. There’s also a good piece on the nation’s overwhelming poverty and overpopulation in a November issue of the New Yorker. Strange how the world is starting to pay attention just as I’m about to embark on this trip – or is it I who have only begun to pay attention?
Sending love, support and a big salute to Miz N of the Big O, who is embarking on a big new journey of her own. I see great things ahead for you, darling! Will write more when I get a chance.