to write a rough draft of a poem every day in September, just as my wife did every day in June and July and part of August. (Her self-discipline and determination far outstrip mine.) 6 months ago
as long as we can find the time for fun and writing. 6 months ago
So far, the test hasn’t helped me find any new family connections. A number of leeds have turned out to be misses. The last looked promising, but it turned out that we didn’t share a common ancestor in the previous 1,000 generations.
The test has shown that my paternal ancestors were of the South Irish group, which squares with the family tradition that my gg grandfather emigrated from County Cork. 6 months ago
And I’m a little better shape. Am planning to improve my fitness much more by December. 6 months ago
grows longer every month, despite our attempts to get caught up. Looming above them all is the new roof we will need soon. Currently, we have three layers of asphalt shingle up there. This time, all will need to be torn out. 6 months ago
just enough rain this summer to keep most everything green, and our garden has thrived. Back to its wild state of pre-drought years. In bloom now are sunflowers, zinneas, morning glorys, hollyhocks, cosmos, lambs ears, hydrangea, anemones, black-eyed susans roses of sharon, salvia, shasta daisies, purple coneflowers, all growing amidst nearly every sort of weed you can imagine (no poison ivy though thankfully). 6 months ago
some of them will visit in October, because we probably won’t be able to make it to Arizona anytime soon, and I do miss them. 6 months ago
was very good in his season-long guest appearance on AMC’s The Killing. 7 months ago
he’s got a new role with three other aging actors, De Niro, Morgan Freeman, and one other. They’re off to Vegas for a bachelor party. 7 months ago
The fourth novel by Curtis Sittenfeld, author of Prep and American Wife, a book loosely based on former First Lady Laurs Bush. Sittenfeld is a gifted storyteller. Her prose is often beautiful, a pleasure to read, and her pacing and plotting are strengths. She’s one of the few current authors whose books I actively seek out. This one is set in St. Louis, about twin sisters who are psychic. One rejects her ability and the other embraces it. The book begins with this second one predicting an earthquake for St. Louis, and she takes her prediction to the Today show and other media outlets. 7 months ago
This is a YA novel, a first novel. Amazon awarded her best new writer in the genre or something like that. She’s a super sensitive romantic idealist. The writing is overfilled with metaphor and charged language. It’s about a 16-year-old Nebraskan who discovers her parents have withheld from her the fact that she has an aunt who lives in her mother’s hometown, a beautiful windswept Maine fishing town that she’s never visited. I liked it. 7 months ago
the caffeine affect you? Does it make you jittery? When I get down, it usually helps get me back on track. Then later the jitters set in and I feel sort of worn out.
I suppose a doctor would prescribe prozac or something similar for your depression, if you wanted it. 7 months ago
Star Wars as well as Empire Strikes Back, but the other movies, imo, have been terrible, all but unwatchable, including Return of the Jedi. Here’s hoping Abrams can do something really good with the series. He’s certainly got a wealth of material available to work with in all the many books written about the various characters (never read these, but some must have been good). 7 months ago
Blood is such a mysterious substance, so essential to life. And your work will seek to benefit all humankind. It will be five years well spent. You can almost be certain of it.
Sending you many cheers. 7 months ago
a pretty superfab weekend, though we hardly left the house, save for Saturday breakfast and a few errands.
There was one rocky moment, however. We sold about 40 books & 25 dvds to Half Price Books. This was the second time we’ve done this. Both times, my shock at the amount of money offered to us embarrassed my charming wife. Next time I will bite my tongue. 7 months ago
this title. I regret that I didn’t think of it. 7 months ago
he’ll be an excellent student and thirst for your knowledge of English. You won’t be able to rid yourself of him for five years! 7 months ago
my wife at 24. I married her a couple months after turning 25. Before that, I was a very solitary person and not unhappy. I got hugely lucky meeting my wife, because like you, I couldn’t settle for someone I’m not madly in love with. I think you have a very healthy attitude about this. 8 months ago
I think your case is more likely to be successful if you can present a reasonable explanation of what went wrong. I have to say, how smart of Mr. Wren to film and hold onto the old oil filter! Have you checked the Internet for similar cases as yours? You know, you might try calling NPR’s Car Talk and asking them about it, too. 8 months ago
maybe the engine was burning oil, which is something that would happen to many cars before the engine would die, back in the days when I could look under a car hood and have some idea what I was doing. 8 months ago
Two little girls, one fair, one dark,
One alive, one dead, are running hand in hand
Through a sunny house. The two are dressed
In red and white gingham, with puffed sleeves and sashes.
They run away from me . . .But I am happy;
When I wake I feel no sadness, only delight.
I’ve seen them again, and am comforted
That, somewhere, they still are.
It is strange
To carry inside you someone else’s body;
To know it before it’s born;
To see at last that it’s a boy or girl, and perfect;
To bathe it and dress it; to watch it
Nurse at your breast, till you almost know it
Better than you know yourself–better than it knows itself.
You own it as you made it.
You are the authority upon it.
But as the child learns
To take care of herself, you know her less.
Her accidents, adventures are her own,
You lose track of them. Still, you know more
About her than anyone except her.
Little by little the child in her dies.
You say, “I have lost a child, but gained a friend.”
You feel yourself gradually discarded.
She argues with you or ignores you
Or is kind to you. She who begged to follow you
Anywhere, just so long as it was you,
Finds follow the leader no more fun.
She makes few demands; you are grateful for the few.
The young person who writes once a week
Is the authority upon herself.
She sits in my living room and shows her husband
My albums of her as a child. He enjoys them
And makes fun of them. I look too
And I realize the girl in the matching blue
Mother-and-daughter dress, the fair one carrying
The tin lunch box with the half-pint thermos bottle
Or training her pet duck to go down the slide
Is lost just as the dark one, who is dead, is lost.
But the world in which the two wear their flared coats
And the hats that match, exists so uncannily
That, after I’ve seen its pictures for an hour,
I believe in it: the bandage coming loose
One has in the picture of the other’s birthday,
The castles they are building, at the beach for asthma.
I look at them and all the old sure knowledge
Floods over me, when I put the album down
I keep saying inside: “I did know those children.
I braided those braids. I was driving the car
The day that she stepped in the can of grease
We were taking to the butcher for our ration points.
I know those children. I know all about them.
Where are they?
I stare at her and try to see some sign
Of the child she was. I can’t believe there isn’t any.
I tell her foolishly, pointing at the picture,
That I keep wondering where she is.
She tells me, “Here I am.”
Yes, and the other
Isn’t dead, but has everlasting life . . .
The girl from next door, the borrowed child,
Said to me the other day, “You like children so much,
Don’t you want to have some of your own?”
I couldn’t believe that she could say it.
I thought: “Surely you can look at me and see them.”
When I see them in my dreams I feel such joy.
If I could dream of them every night!
When I think of my dream of the little girls
It’s as if we were playing hide-and-seek.
The dark one
Looks at me longingly, and disappears;
The fair one stays in sight, just out of reach
No matter where I reach. I am tired
As a mother who’s played all day, some rainy day.
I don’t want to play it any more, I don’t want to,
But the child keeps on playing, so I play.
Randall Jarrell 8 months ago
were talking just yesterday about investigating the Forrester and maybe making it our next vehicle. Your account certainly will have an effect on our decision. Good to hear the lawyer thinks the outcome may very well go your way. Hope this story gets some attention in the media. It deserves it. 8 months ago
of cheers at the moment, but how wonderful to read this! Wishing you every happiness. 8 months ago
I dreamed of nothing; I would rise at dawn.
And you’d still be asleep when I got back,
The air conditioner humming against the hundred-
Degree Houston noon. That summer, even now,
Is a haze of silence, a haze of sweat,
Interminable afternoons when, lost in my long
Alcohol, I’d wait for the sun to burst
In the high window facing west, sometimes
A bluebird fussing on a black, dead branch.
And yet the plum trees flowered through the heat,
Putting out livid petals, and the palm
Sat squat and stolid across the street, dry fronds
Lifting a little, then subsiding. I’d stand
Under the skylight in the Rothko Chapel
And feel nothing at all, those huge
Late canvases like panes smeared dark with blood.
If there was any holiness, it was
The thrill of resembling madness that I felt
Making the change from 59 to I-45
In heavy traffic, downtown towering
So near the overpass it seemed as if
I could leap there. Later, too tired to sleep
Without whiskey and pills, I’d lie awake
With a towel over my eyes, touching
The soft backs of your legs below your panties.
And when I couldn’t touch you, couldn’t respond
To even the simplest of questions, it wasn’t
Any reflection on the desire I felt
For you, though it must have appeared that way.
If anything, it was a profusion of desire,
A longing so inarticulate I almost
Broke down once in the Safeway, watching
A plain-faced housewife pushing a cart
Past rows of fruit. It’s humorous, but true.
And what I remember seeing under the towel,
Eyes closed and waiting for the chemicals
To darken my blood, was how unreal the sky
Had looked that day just before the hurricane
Finally broke, and the hard rains began.
When it was over, the sun exploded
Through the dripping trees, and we walked the block,
A slaughter of pearls decorating each lawn.
Joe Bolton 8 months ago
when you don’t have a steady supply of emus on hand.. 8 months ago
doing this now, too. We were surprised to see how many cans had sat in our pantry so long they had expired. We’re resolving not to let that happen again. 8 months ago
but you should probably be a little cautious when going to new places in that heat. Be sure not to go somewhere that you might get lost. 8 months ago
Large medium roast black coffee. 9 months ago