i am listening to hear where you are

i just finished reading a very good book, Great House, by Nicole Krauss. i have always loved the way Nicole Krauss and Jonathan Safran Foer incorporate their Jewish identities in a very specific language. it's hard to describe but if you haven't read them, check it out.

coincidentally, i was rushing out the door for work yesterday morning and realized i needed a new book so i quickly picked up the Eichmann in Jerusalem (you know, for some light reading) and started reading it with the Aeroplane Over the Sea playing in my headphones (an album all about the singer's fascination with Anne Frank). and THEN, last night, after our opening for a new exhibition at work, we were fortunately able to have a small reception in the home and studio of Vera Klement, a fantastic painter who emigrated from Germany to the U.S. in 1938, just barely missing the holocaust. some strange symmetry is going on this week.

i also had an awkward conversation in a bar last weekend about the definition of religion. i have been very much enjoying going to mass again, alone and on sunday evenings. not sure what's going on but something is shifting.