Flutterings

I'm in Larnaca! (Which I have finally learned to spell, eight months after this trip was initially discussed.) At some point I'll settle down (or crash into the need for more sleep), but at the moment, it's just too thrilling to be less than 1000 feet from the Mediterranean Sea:

( a photo, and links to more )
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In other news, I am a contributor to the latest language carnival, on signs.

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From Florence Teets's She's Going Abroad, chapter 5 ("Sleeping"):

Any traveler will agree that having a room with bath, in a grand hotel, with a maid to press frocks, and a boy to run errands, is a comfort at the end of a long day's sightseeing, but no experienced adventurer would allow the lack of these amenities to spoil her enjoyment of climbing an Alp, looking at a Mediterranean sunset, or hearing a Vienna symphony. ... If you want to see the world and not the inside of hotels, if you want a clean room but can manage without a private bath, Europe has thousands of middle-class, average hotels, small but adequate inns and taverns. Indeed, the intermediate hotel is advised for the woman traveling alone, for the young woman interested in meeting young men, for the less particular woman whose purse is limited but whose curiosity in life is always growing.

From paris day 1

On Monday, 7x20 published a very short poem about hockey by me.

On Tuesday, I sketched out some new poems while on the plane.

On Wednesday, Prime Number Magazine No. 13 went live, with one of my photos on the cover.

Also on Wednesday: I landed in Paris. Photo diary here.

The highlight of the evening was participating in Simchat Torah at Kehilat Gesher. I'll write more about that in a separate entry...