Friday, December 29
Thursday, December 28
A Merry Keshmish, Froeliche Weinachten, and Merry Christmas to all! Happy Hannukah (over), Eid, Kwaanza, and Solstice! Let us reconcile the deep human need for light and warmth at the darkest time of year with all expressions of celebration both traditional and tacky, homegrown and commercial, religious and secular, pine green or pink aluminum. At the same time we are humbly aware of the desperation and intense want and need in places near and far. When we light the candle to warm our hearth and hearts we can use it to see as well the whole planet. In my head is the world; let my heart hold the world for a moment or a lifetime. Let us not be blind but see by the candle's light the world.
Heading west over the Tappan Zee Bridge in the river fog, you can't see Manhattan's towers to the south or the huge houses high up on the banks. I always wave hello to Simon Schama up there when I cross the Hudson, though he'd be baffled if he knew. It feels good to get west of the City, and to be headed for New Jersey and down to Pennsylvania. Radio is super as you drive through NJ: rock stations up and down the radio dial. Pennsylvania is good for surprises. You might be lucky enough to get an hour of polka music, including some modern polka folk-fusion, or you might, as I did this time, get to hear the incomparable "Second Week of Deer Camp." New Jersey rocks, Pennsylvania rolls. Though I'm glad to be going back home I'll miss these when I get to Virginia, where country and pop radio rule and local stations announce the upcoming Baptist funerals. ("Maisie Bledsoe of Clear Forks Community will be buried from the Clear Fork Hand of Jesus Independent Baptist Church on Thursday at 2 p.m. Mrs. Bledsoe was born in Grass Patch in 1918 but lived most of her life in Hay Stack. She will be missed by her six children, thirteen grandchildren and eight great-grandchildren. Mrs. Bledsoe was predeceased by her husband of sixty-four years, Elmer Wayne Bledsoe in 1998, her brothers Jack, Elmo, Lewis, Delmar, Buddy and Bobby, her sisters Della and Virgie, and a special friend Louisee Raymer. Memorials may be made to the Hay Stack Chihuahua Rescue Fund or to the Clear Fork Volunteer Fire Department.")
Enough. Glueckliche Neues Jahr!
Sunday, December 17
The cat has taste. She goes for the Pendleton bathrobe from the Sisters of Mercy Thriftshop (on Hendersonville Rd., in the K-Mart plaza) as soon as it's out of the bag. I have to wait till she lets me try it on.
Notice: I hope this isn't a violation of copyright. It's a snapshot of my fridge. I can hardly stop looking at it.
Tuesday, December 12
Hoy es la fiesta de la Virgen de Guadalupe en Mexico. The moon is in its last quarter, and it's the birthday of Dionne Warwick (1947), Frank Sinatra (1915) and Gustave Flaubert (1821). It is also the birthday of Jedidiah Luther Hyde, born in 1971, d. 1974, in Washington, DC.
Here's a poem for the waning moon:
Luna, la luna,
Comiendo su tuna,
Echando las cascaras
En la laguna.And a reading from the Nova Scotia Public School Speller, henceforth referred to as NSPSS:
An ignorant vagrant lay by a crystal pool. His face was roguish. He had slept in the midst of an abundant growth of fragrant clover. It is a mystery how the knavish fellow lives. (Form III, Senior Grade, Lesson 22)
Monday, December 11
I've just finished my first reading of David Treuer's The Translation of Dr. Apelles, his third novel (after Little and The Hiawatha) and absolutely the best (so far). I began reading his books because David Treuer was a small boy in Washington, D.C., and was our neighbor when my children were small. Now he's a professor of English and a writer who deserves attention. His first two novels were fine but also fairly straighforward stories of Ojibwes who lived in two cultures, reservation life in northern Minnesota and urban life in a Minneapolis that you never hear about on Prairie Home Companion, a city with neighborhoods of poverty and bleakness, where Indians build skyscrapers because they can get paid for dangerous work that whites don't want to do. Both novels enmesh you fully in the lives of the protagonists and their families. The plotting is skillful, with important information revealed in successive layers, so that the reader doesn't fully understand the backgrounds and motivations of the characters until the end. Treuer's writing is strong and original.
But this new novel (2006) is a departure from the earlier, more traditional stories. While Dr. Apelles is also an Ojibwe living in the city and dealing with some of the same attitudes and stereotypes, his story is a more unique one, of a solitary man simultaneously translating an ancient Indian manuscript about a young pair of lovers and falling in love in his own life. Since's I'm puzzled by how it all turns out, this is all I'll say for now.
Treuer has also published a critical guide to Native American fiction, of which more later.
Sunday, December 10
Sparrows come in the first light, and the cardinal next, before the cats get out. I go out and pour warm water to make small pools in the ice and scatter seed. The birds peck on the ground, then drink. A little more light, and the cardinal and mourning dove arrive. A black neighbor's cat with white chest mirrors my cat, who is indoors, looking out. Then, attracted by the peanuts, blue jay lands, scaring off the cardinal. Later the cardinal returns with his mate. She feeds on the ground while he sits on the birdbath and drinks. Finally, the sun streams above the hemlocks.
Some keep the Sabbath going to church --
I've never seen a bobolink, but the blue jay is enough for me.
Here are a few sentences from The Nova Scotia Public School Speller, 1917:
Tuesday, December 5
Saturday, December 2
Monday, November 27
It's that time of year, yes, time for the annual best lists. Radio stations do it, book reviews and news organizations do it, so let's do it! My first installment, to be updated at will, is Best Music of 2006. In all these lists I include the best of my 2006 experiences in that genre, regardless of publication date. Get it? Okay, here we go.
Best Music of 2006
Emmy Lou Harris and Mark Knopfler -- All the Road Running
Kris Delmhorst -- Strange Conversation
Linda Ronstadt and Ann Savoy -- Adieu False Heart
Smokey Robinson -- Timeless Love
Bob Dylan et al. -- Masked and Anonymous (soundtrack CD)
Bruce Springsteen -- The Seeger Sessions
Andrea Zonn -- Love Goes On
Laura Cortese -- Hush
Andre Zonn - Love Goes On
Prairie Home Companion folks -- PHC, the movie, soundtrack cd
Sunday, November 26
I took the picture from the site.
If you know some good dog books, you can suggest them there. They like other books too, but dog books are really good. I think I'll make my favorite dog book list now. See ya.
Saturday, November 25
Friday, November 24
So for the curious, here's what we really did have. All recipes are from Plovokian Treasures, a treasure itself as a book, but anyway, here was the menu.
Pitsas (Finger foods, to start)
~Smoked sardines, chuncked and served with strips of purple eggplant and yellow peppers
~Small cabbages stuffed with shredded beetroot and horseradish
Black Plum Aperitif
Sparkling Prune Wine
Wild Boar, spit-roasted
Blatjit Wild Grain Pilaf
Beet Greens with Pickles
Black Potato, Prune and Pepper Hotdijsh
Bread: Twisted Loaves with Seeds
Rose Hip Prune Jelly Kaks
Frozen Stirred Prune Cream served with fresh cream
Fish Last Course*
Smoked Eel Bites
Pickled Pearl Onions
* Plovakian Traditional meals usually end with fish, to clear the sweet from the palate and leave the diners with a good mouth
So Zack, you see you didn't miss any brains this time. But still wish you had been here.
Camera is on its way, last sighted in Baltimore. Like Ant and Bee's umbrella, it's on its journet.
Wednesday, November 22
Tuesday, November 21
These are some unsuggestions I got from LibraryThing's UnSuggester:
Middlemarch (George Eliot) / The Resurrection of the Son of God (N.T. Wright)
Winnie the Pooh (A.A. Milne) / Linked: the New Science of Networks (Albert-Laszlo )Barabasi
leaves of grass / seize the night
his dark materials / wild at heart: discovering the passionate soul of a man
make way for lucia (e.f. benson) /the dragon reborn (robert Jordan)
ahab's wife / don't make me think: a guide to web usability
one man's meat / vampire lestat
a box of matches / the hobbit (love 'em both)
winnie ille pu / blindness
peter pan in kensington gardens / into thin air
norton anthology of modern poetry / the rule of four
ring of bright water / vampire lestat
rise of silas lapham / the wee, free men (!)
house of mirth / programming RUBY: the pragmatic program
the man with a load of mischief / the things they carried -- NO No NO!! I like them both!
outcast of redwall / the summons
coyote waits / his dark materials -- No! They're both fine!
voyages of dr. dolittle / nausea (?? !! seasick? )
Saturday, November 11
Posted by JLH at 11/11/2006
Please be mzy guejst.
Sunday, November 5
Saturday, November 4
Posted by JLH at 11/04/2006
Friday, November 3
Saturday, October 28
When one's heart and hands are idle...
Tired after reading poetry...
Engaged in conversation deep at night...
Before a bright window and a clean desk...
When the day is clear and the breeze is mild...
On a day of light showers...
In a painted boat near a small wooden bridge...
In a forest with tall bamboos...
In a pavilion overlooking lotus flowers on a summer day...
In a quiet, secluded temple...
Near famous springs and quaint rocks....
My picture is from a local Middle Eastern restaurant, where more coffee is consumed than tea, but it suggests a similar inclination for relaxing, drinking, and conversing. And here's another local spot for idling: