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Recent blog posts are linked at the bottom of the page, where seldom is heard a discouraging word about best practices or leveraging synergies. Not that I oppose such things necessarily. Live and let live, I say. Or leverage. Whichever.
The food at my favorite restaurant is forgettable. The service is friendly, yes, but no better than you’d expect at any family-owned meat-and-three. The location is inconvenient, the parking is crowded, the chairs have no cushions and the prices are higher than they ought to be. Yet I go. And I go. And I go, God help me, knowing […]
Smiling, his mother knelt outside his door to pray; then, with her “Amen,” pressed her lips to the bronze door-knob; and went silently to her own apartment. – Booth Tarkington, The Magnificent Ambersons, Chapter 13 My mother wasn’t quite as slavish as Isabel Minafer, and I wasn’t quite as self-absorbed as her son George, but one of my father’s favorite […]
As “Rocky Horror” has been to October for quite some time, so now is “Spring Awakening” to the merry month of May. Conversely, no theatre in its right mind would open “A Christmas Carol” on Independence Day, even if that weren’t the slot soon to be reserved for home-grown productions of “Hamilton” and likely to remain so […]
Yes, I grumble about the number of cyclists on the trail, but if being startled from time to time by less than polite Tour de France wannabes is the worst complaint I can muster, if their gaily-wrapped hindquarters are all that mar my view of the trees, I also know the prosecution’s case is weak. Not that I intend to […]
The milk truck says in pictures what it can’t say in words, because saying in actual words that its milk comes from cows who spend their days munching green grass in the great outdoors would be an actionable lie. Instead, it says “DairyPure,” a nice-sounding but meaningless portmanteau, and “starts pure, stays pure,” because as any advertising professional will tell […]
I should think it sufficient – and sufficiently marketable – that GSO music director Edvard Tchivzhel defected from Gorbachev’s Soviet Union not quite a year before it collapsed, but maybe sufficiency isn’t the issue. Maybe, times being what they are, Tchivzhel’s patriotic bona fides will need to be trotted out at regular intervals until further notice, lest the Putin-wary […]
I wanted Jose Donoso’s Obscene Bird of Night to be magical realism, not magical surrealism as a friend suggested, or stream of altered consciousness as I suggested, or peyote prose, which neither of us thought to suggest, but might explain everything. I wanted a Chilean version of Haruki Murakami or Mikhail Bulgakov, but that’s not what I got. Not at all. Sad […]
A couple on the trail, roughly my age, walking three sweet faced golden retrievers. They’re headed into town as I’m headed out and as we pass, the woman says, “You were in Child’s Christmas in Wales!’” That’s a show I did at Warehouse in 2004. “We loved it!” she says. Thank you, thank you, I say, and […]