Saturday, September 27, 2008

Paul Newman 1925-2008

“We are such spendthrifts with our lives,” Mr. Newman once told a reporter. “The trick of living is to slip on and off the planet with the least fuss you can muster. I’m not running for sainthood. I just happen to think that in life we need to be a little like the farmer, who puts back into the soil what he takes out.”

from the New York Times article by Aljean Harmetz, 9.27.2008
click here.

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Monday, September 22, 2008

Teahouse Concerts

I've missed the ones for this year, but am looking forward to next summer's concerts at the Teahouse of Reggie and Richard.

I was there yesterday at a benefit for the Pat Graney dance company, at which a swell time was had by all. Old friends and new, a little snippet from Pat's newest work and readings from the Keeping The Faith folks.

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Thursday, September 18, 2008

In Defense of Food

I'm listening to In Defense of Food by Michael Pollan in the car. The reader is OvErlY eMpHatiC, with distinct iambicizing, but I'm perservering. Pollan mentions Weston Price, whose food research in the 1930s makes sense today, so I know I'm in with the right crowd.


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Sunday, September 14, 2008

David Foster Wallace 1962-2008

I am sad that such a talented writer is now dead. Please check here for a collection of tributes.

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Saturday, September 13, 2008

Greek Festival next weekend

It's fall, and that means baklava. The local Greek festival here in Seattle is at St. Demetrios, in the Montlake district, 2100 Boyer Ave East. The first day is Friday, September 19, at noon. I'll probably be there, stocking up on pans of baklava for the freezer. Then I'll snack on some calimari, and then, oh, who knows, but I hope I can have the strength of will to avoid the loukoumathes booth. Mmmm. Crispy fried sweet dough dipped in cinnamon honey. Danger ahead. I might get some dolmathes too, although they won't be as good as my Aunt Ida's or my Aunt Erasmia's or my Aunt Bessie's (God Rest Her Soul what a fine cook she was, but I digress. I'm thinking of you, Aunt Bessie, xxooxx.)

St. Demetrios Greek Festival

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Friday, September 12, 2008

Mr Pip by Lloyd Jones

I've been listening to this book on CD in the car. Here's the author on YouTube, speaking about the persuasiveness of voice, the psychology of coastal dwellers, and how playfullness enables the writer.

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Wednesday, September 03, 2008

Meg Wolitzer

I just finished reading The Wife by Meg Wolitzer. Do you crave grapefruit juice, that sparkly, pungent, sharpness on your tongue? This novel is a comedy, ahem, which simply means that Wolitzer now has leave to dig deep into her (and your) psysche with the tools of fierce humor. Oh, yes, of course it is an enjoyable read, but it is also a trenchant look at the writing life, at a long marriage, at the nature of men and women together, and at the secret life of pride. I'm not going to say another word, because I don't want to spoil the story for you. But there are prizes, and surprises.

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