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Mollie in Austin thinks her cat needs a job. Other cats work, right? And Joe from Cheese, Texas, sends along a map of a cat's brain:
Mollie in Austin thinks her cat needs a job. Other cats work, right? And Joe from Cheese, Texas, sends along a map of a cat's brain:
[youtube=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L5YoLjYD8QE]U. Utah Phillips has died. My friend Frances Friedman had told me about Phillips when he came to meetings of the San Francisco Folk Club back in the Sixties. And then I got a chance to see him perform at Prospect House, a neighborhood center in the Laurel-Clayton neighborhood of Worcester in about 1973 or so. There weren't thirty people there that afternoon, and he sang his heart out. He convinced me to get my Wobblie card, and I became a member of the IWW. (It might be time for me to re-up.) He was as close to Woody Guthrie as we got in my lifetime--a vagabonding troubadour and labor organizer. He was a treasure that not very many people knew about. Mike in Worcester and Joe in Sunrise wrote me today about Utah, Joe reminding me how he toured a lot with Rosalie Sorrels. Here's a look at Utah trough the years.
[youtube=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BBsOeLcUARw]A short film taking us from the quark to the edge of the universe. (via BoingBoing)
I forgot to mention a wonderful and busy London restaurant in my post earlier this week. It's called Tapas Brindisa and it's beside the Borough Market and a short walk from the London Bridge tube stop. I had a spectacular grilled chorizo and among Jeannie D., James Bond (yes, I'm serious), Cindy, and me, we also ate fired potatoes, asparagus ham, pork fillet, chorizo omelette, picos (Monte Enebro goat cheese with almond), and chicken livers. All washed down with Cruzcampo beer for me, and wine for my friends. We had to wait an hour and a half for a table but found a nearby pub to have a pint. The wait was worth it. As Cindy says, No more bad food.
[youtube=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jiZPuo1d5Og&feature=related] Here's Jack Dracula talking about Diane Arbus.
Here's a photo Diane Arbus took of Jack Dracula:
The New York Times front pages from 1851-1922.
The New Yorker now has a book blog.
Our pal Joe from Cheese (Queso, Tejas) wanted to know if we ate any great food in London, figuring no one would believe it if we did. We did, and here are the highlights. The Anchor & Hope pub in Southark near the Waterloo Underground was mobbed and noisy and we found out why. I ate fried sand eels, which reminded me of the majuas we get in Cuban restaurants in Miami--fried in a light batter and slightly spicy, spectacular; some of Jeannie's grilled razor clams; and roast pigeon and braised trevise, a bitter red Italian lettuce; Cindy and Jeannie shared a whole roast sea bass; John had a shrimp pot. The place was chaotic but our host James got us a seat in ten minutes after telling us we'd have to wait an hour and a half--maybe because lots of other frustrated and belligerant diners were giving him a hard time, and we were, of course, sweet. Cindy and I had lunch one afternoon at Chowki, just off
Picadilly Circus. The restaurant features three cuisines from the Indian subcontinent: Pakistan, Calcutta, and Coorg. Three different cuisines of the thirty-six in India are chosen each month. I had Pakistani diced lamb tikka with spicy yogurt fennel marinade and from Coorg, fried sardines, and Cindy had a curried chicken stew. The
bread was mator-chuti Kachoori, a deep-fried whole wheat bread stuffed with peas and spices--it was superb. On the last night in town after the ninth of our Shakespeare plays, Richard III, finished, we all went out to Soho for a meal at Arbutus. It happened to be our twenty-third wedding anniversary. Cindy and I ordered the risotto of garlic leaves, spring onion, and courgette (zuchinni), and it was simply the best risotto I've ever had. Creamy and savory. And we had a delicious Edinburgh-brewed Innis & Gunn oak-aged beer that was sweet, malty, with a slight whisky taste. (Whisky, not whiskey, since Scotch is spelled without the e.) You can eat well in London, but not cheaply. The gas was about $10 a gallon (where we in the States are headed; it's $4.00 at some area stations in South Florida) and some food prices have doubled in the last month, we were told. A pint of most beers in a pub averaged $7.
Here's an interesting visual synonym finder. (via Neatorama)
[youtube=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gTVwgvqhwn8] You've seem them in your dreams; now see them on video. Here's the hybrid carp again along with other human-faced creatures. (thanks to Cyndi in Paxton)
[youtube=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KXNMNCuaL5Q] Bill O'Reilly melts down--the inside story. (thanks to Richard in the Keys)
Another short story by Merle Drown. "In the Car."
A nice preview here of Requiem, Mass. Thank you, James Aaron Lindsey!
[youtube=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=J7D6m8jCBh0] Just back from London where we saw the RSC produce the two history tetrologies for the first time in almost fifty years. Here's a clip of Jonathan Slinger as Richard III from the production. He also played Richard II. The Richards opened and closed the run and were the highlights of an amazing series. Davis Warner as Falstaff also particularly strong. Hard to fault anything in the productions. Mezmerizing.
This is too good to pass up. Someone has written my obituary! I knew it was going to be a heart attack! Got some of the facts wrong, like who's the mother of my son, Tristan, but he spelled my name right.
Off to London for a week of Shakespeare, all the histories and Lear. Back on the 22nd.
" . . . my sagging face, an egg sculpted in lard, with goggles on - depressing, depressing, depressing."
"The critical work of proofreading is a low-wage position. Proofreaders ought to be among the higest [sic] paid in the field of publishing." I concur, but I can also add from experience that the copyeditor can catch the errors and the printer can muff the changes.