Wednesday, June 26, 2019
It's a book I'd gotten several years ago, by the food writer and actor Vincent Schiavelli (Ghost, One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest). I don't think I knew he'd died. Or maybe I did. He is a good writer, with a an old-fashioned sensibility and cadence. I hunted up two of his earlier books, Bruculinu, America and Papa Andrea's Sicilian Table, the latter for which he was feted in his grandparents' hometown and where he died. So I fished around on the internet, and found this snippet of a documentary. It seems his son and he were estranged when he died, in Sicily, not very old.
Monday, May 06, 2019
haunts. I had dreams the other night, so vivid, of my uncle and my writing teacher. The memories were disconcerting and then upsetting the more I thought about them then and me now. They weren't upsetting; they were lovely. The me here without them is upsetting. Sometimes I wish it were this year instead of this year:
U.S. high school students, 1969. pic.twitter.com/LZE0w75YeZ— History Lovers Club (@historylvrsclub) May 6, 2019
Thursday, April 11, 2019
do you miss Gourmet magazine? I do; back when D and I were still 'dating', we had lunch at the Harvest in Cambridge. Who should arrive, stately as a ship but with someone in tow, but Julia Child leading Paul in for lunch. I had a salad that was au courant: included flowers! the very next month, what was on the cover? Yes, a version of it. Ruth Reichl has created a list of her favorites from her time as editor, cruelly cut short by idiot Neuhouse who decided to keep the now-nonsensical Bon Appetit.
Saturday, March 30, 2019
Friday, March 29, 2019
Monday, March 18, 2019
Well, better things (have you seen that? Pamela Adlon is a force) are what I'm hoping for this year. No one's told me recently to Stay out of the sun!! so perhaps that skin issue is subsiding. Still having to deal with house and financial things (some of which were a mighty big $$ surprise; who knew a home equity line of credit came with a convenient credit card? NOT ME!). Getting down to working, but worrying constantly that the last job was the last job. Two friends on fb have become sudden widows, and I find I absolutely cannot read what they have to say (which in both cases is considerable). I'm glad (am I?) that FB is an outlet for them, but reading their separate issues and problems several times a day is not a help for me. Onward. Next time: link to something interesting. I promise. Oh, and twitter.