Tom behind a bush taking pictures
Invasive something-or-other obscuring the vista
Scenic field with scenic farmhouse and scenic mountains,
I am transitional; some days I look like a worn-out thirty-five, others like a sprightly fifty. So much depends on the light, and the way you squint. . . .
Lately I've caught myself humming out loud, or walking along the street with my mouth slightly open, drooling a little. Only a little, but it may be the thin edge of the wedge, the crack in the wall that will open, later, onto what? What vistas of shining eccentricity, or madness?You want to hear the truth? I hum out loud. Tom pointed it out to me the other day. "Do you know you do that?" he asked. Well, sometimes I notice . . . after I've been humming out loud for God knows how long. This is a problem in quiet places such as the grocery store and other people's poetry readings and the stalls of public bathrooms. But if I were humming out loud on a yacht next to a chunky guy in a bathing suit, the wind would be so noisy that no one would notice.
For an image of life and death
consider ice and water
--Cold Mountain (born c. 730), from a song translated by Red Pine
When, on the second night of [the 1976 Republican National Convention], the band struck up "Tie a Yellow Ribbon Round the Old Oak Tree" during an ovation for Mrs. Reagan, Mrs. Ford started dancing with Tony Orlando. Mrs. Reagan was magnanimous: "Some of our people saw this as a deliberate attempt to upstage me, but I never thought that was her intention."What Didion neglected to mention is that Betty and Tony were doing the Bump. In my opinion, anyone who does the Bump in the middle of a Republican National Convention is definitely trying to upstage somebody or other.
Jessica thought, or had thought, that she was talented as an artist, but she could never decide what to do. From her education in art she had acquired no positive central bent or ability, not even any knowledge of the history of painting, but rather a sort of craving for immediate and ephemeral “artistic activity.” This had by now become, in perhaps the only form in which she could know it, a spiritual hunger. She and her comrades had indeed observed certain rules of conduct which had something of the status of tribal taboos. But Jessica had never developed the faculty of colouring and structuring her surroundings into a moral habitation, the faculty which is sometimes called moral sense. She kept her world denuded out of a fear of convention. Her morality lacked coherent motives.
"Katie was big and strong, and she could do a lot of things." [First line of my favorite girl-power children's book: Katie and the Big Snow by Virginia Lee Burton, a story about a snowplow, published in 1943]
"[Nora Ephron is] appalled when [journalist] Jan Morris admits that after male-to-female sex change surgery, she voluntarily assumed the role of the helpless woman, unable to open bottles or lift heavy objects." [From Francine Prose's NY Review of Books review of an Ephron omnibus]Other plans for the week: Emily Dickinson's Black Cake. Yes, it's that time of year again. I acquired all of my dried-fruit ingredients yesterday (cranberries, currants, citron, golden raisins) but, oddly, couldn't find brandy. Something in that recipe always gives me trouble. It's very Emily-like in that way.
"Upon arrival they were taken to see Miss Camilla Croudace, the Lady Resident, a handsome little woman full of tact and good humour, who had once been chased by a wolf in the Crimea."Goes to show that "Exit, pursued by a bear" doesn't always have to end badly.