Tuesday, August 22, 2017


Just a minute ago the phone rang, and on the other end was an older widow lady (not unlike me, actually, when you think about it) who offered to comfort me by reading me a Bible verse, this one from the book of Revelations. I listened to her, after being asked whether I believed in the Resurrection; to which I said yes (but don't really). But then I cried after I hung up.

Monday, August 21, 2017

D we hardly knew ye

Mad, sad, everything is wrong around here, even as we right the ship, mend the sails, look at the tidal pools. D died. that's it, really.

Friday, July 14, 2017


to watch someone who knows no joy and doesn't understand his context. Macron, on the other hand . . .

Monday, July 10, 2017

Such is life

I spent a good part of this weekend worrying about a health crisis in our little family. I'll probably be able to write in more detail at some point, but for now I'm in shock. To push it all aside for a while, I turned to Netflix, more specifically to the oddest series I've watched in a long time: soft porn meets shrill psychodrama in the form of Gypsy. Here's one review.

Blythe Danner, Naomi Watts, Billy Crudup: what are they doing here?

After episode 10 (no, I couldn't look away; I finished the damn thing), however, as the credits were rolling, the song "Jean" played. Glenn Yarbrough? Rod McKuen?

Rod McKuen, of course. I was instantly back, sitting with my mother, listening to her Rod McKuen LPs. I have Listen to the Warm somewhere around here . . .

I searched for the version that played over the credits: It wasn't gravelly Rod McKuen's voice. I had forgotten that Oliver had a hit (I had forgotten about Oliver, in fact). I think it was Oliver, but frankly the singer sounded more like Glenn Yarbrough.

Here's Oliver:

Here's Rod:

Sunday, July 02, 2017

I think if you order

a hot dog pizza, you deserve whatever kind of hot dogs come atop that pizza. Episode 2.

Saturday, July 01, 2017

Bad Restaurant Reviews, Pilot Episode

Pilot episode, in which Trip Advisor "reviews" are read back to a restaurant owner for his responses. I was reminded, in some way (why?), of The Trip. (Is it because it's two men in a food setting? comic aspect? Do you think of The Trip after watching this?) Anyway, nicely produced bit here.

Thursday, June 29, 2017


Allan Jenkins, editor of the Observer Food Monthly, has recently published a memoir, Plot 29, about being taken into care as a foster child along with his brother, interwoven with musings on garden plot and growing. I found out about the book in a tweet, of all things, from Nina Stibbe. Now, I haven't read Plot 29, but I'm hunting down a copy. Here's a snippet from an interview at London's Honey and Co. Oh, and hello. I hope to be back, sending out snippets myself. I can't take much more of the current political goings on. It's not a very hopeful period, is it?