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Do you ever have dreams where you wake up and have to tell yourself that no, that isn't the shape of the waking world? Not nightmares, not fantasias of living on Mars, just odd little shifts.
Rationally, I know that Singer isn't moving to New York; but I remember the long conversation I had with Lise about it, and how it would be cool to have him living nearby, but why would he, since he doesn't really like it here, and what happened to the gig in Maryland? And then I woke up, and had to resist the urge to turn the computer on so I could look at his Web site and make sure he didn't have a note about moving back to Brooklyn.
Meanwhile, out in the waking world, I have email from someone who has the same name as I do, and is astonished by this--neither of us thought there could be two Vicki Rosenzweigs in the world. I've liked having a unique (I thought) name--it made up for nobody being able to spell or pronounce it.
Rationally, I know that Singer isn't moving to New York; but I remember the long conversation I had with Lise about it, and how it would be cool to have him living nearby, but why would he, since he doesn't really like it here, and what happened to the gig in Maryland? And then I woke up, and had to resist the urge to turn the computer on so I could look at his Web site and make sure he didn't have a note about moving back to Brooklyn.
Meanwhile, out in the waking world, I have email from someone who has the same name as I do, and is astonished by this--neither of us thought there could be two Vicki Rosenzweigs in the world. I've liked having a unique (I thought) name--it made up for nobody being able to spell or pronounce it.