Back in Los Angeles, listening to the distant ranchero music, while the sirens rattle by and the heat wave doesn't seem to ever break, the small talk next to me at the cafe is an offhand chat about physical abuse from a greaser and his girlfriend wearing an semi-ironic traditional Mexican dress and matching blue flip-flops. "I haven't seen my father in fifteen years," he says. "My grandfather was a noble laurate," she replies. LA small talk, maybe it's the same in Milan and I just didn't understand it.
Rough landing from Italy, which I guess is how it goes sometimes, you leave your life on hold for three months and somethings bound to break. But happily back and happily posting from the blog. thanks for all those for their patience. When you self publish like this, a magazine of one, life comes on and off, at normal magazine you meet your deadlines or you take a sabbatical, so it goes. Only a few like Tyler Green over at MAN or Mark Sarvas at The Elegant Variation are indefatigable bloggers, say what you will about their coverage, love it or hate it, but they're as regular as Ex-Lax.
The Expanded Field is getting regular.
