The playoffs on, it looks like the Angels may go on to live another day. Had some cardiac workup today, the rap is that I may have both lung and heart issues. Trying some Central Coast Pinot Noir wines, not bad, though I much prefer Cabernets and Zins. Self reflecting on the blog, one thinks this may be useful or maybe not. Wrote long memoir about Tom Pynchon for London Review, see if they want it. Knew Pynchon in my home town, Manhattan Beach, Calif. Good town for volleyball and surfing. Loved the water and the sand. Interesting to find what you love: Women, sleep, the ocean, language, dreams, love itself, wine, food, the provocations that enter the vast possibilities of a species wilding the innerness of a great potential. I have known the feeling of love, and would be willing to know it again. Whether there is life after this brief span, I cannot say.  But life on the California beach can be absolutely transcendent and what love comes to me aspires toward the endlessness of the sea, the sky enclosing the marvels of the surging surf, and the vast watery beyond. Saw a seal earlier today, emerging just past the breakers, head high and then gone deep again, not to be seen. I do hope to find in myself something that keeps going no matter the deficits. A goodness abounds here, and praise at times comes easily.