Monthly Archives: February 2010

Moo by Jane Smiley: Book Review

Why are campus satires so funny? Because anyone who has spent time in a college town can picture these characters down to the ground. Smiley’s sharp writing shifts pov all over campus; a sensitive and hardworking research hog, a local farmer who has plans to revolutionize farming if he can just get past the secretary that runs the campus, a black first-year from Chicago stranded in the dorms at Moo U., a creative writing professor on the verge of tenure, his profoundly untalented student Gary, the econ professor who with a perfectly clear conscience recommends destroying the last virgin cloud forest, etc. etc. The episodic nature of these self absorbed folks comes to a satisfyingly tongue in cheek conclusion in the the spring semester, when all the storylines intersect. This book comes up often on lists of great comic novels and with good reason.
Highly recommended.

San Francisco Panorama: Review

McSweeney’s Issue 33
The San Francisco Panorama
Well it arrived in December and I’m not even halfway through reading this one time only newspaper iteration of McSweeney’s Quarterly. Subscribing to a real newspaper that comes even every week seems overwhelming. But this is a great paper. Unlike the usual quarterly with its depressing/disorienting set of short stories that I never get around to reading and then feel dumb for not liking. Always driving and thinking or eating and fighting or ending with pithy surprising descriptions of something or other… not hardly ever funny in the way that makes you laugh- more funny in oh my god I can’t believe he lost his arm or that woman will be trapped in that marriage forever hahahaha?

Anyway the Panorama is not like that. It is a newspaper and therefore comprehensible and fairly positive and active in outlook. For instance, it features a two page spread wherein Chip Kidd redesigns the Amtrak ticket so that it is comprehensible but can be printed using the same machines that spit out the garbage ticket you get now. A small useful piece to help the reader think about design while waiting for the train, instead of behaving like a short story character and slumping disconsolately against the wall in “Penn Station” watching a homeless person fight with a guard while snarfing krispy kremes. The sports section was pretty weak- like an afterthought. My favorite article so far is by Mary Williams, An Oakland Girl’s Unofficial Guide to Antarctica. Something for every interest, a great comics section (go Gabrielle Bell!) a 96 page book review etc. etc. Buy one now.

In classic Eggers fashion, the message is- you could start your own wonderful local newspaper. An insert gives the manifesto and a detailed print run and costs and timeline for publication with the hope that the medium will survive if it can commit to great journalism and reinventing itself.

I like to think of my little blog as a general interest magazine, that’s why I include reviews, photos, poems and reportage and editorials (on my life). So my readership is fairly limited to my Dad and a few faithful friends. I would like to get some other folks with more diverse perspectives to contribute to the Museum Club blog on art and museums. Let me know if you would like to be added as a contributor.

Baked Green Lasagne with Meat Sauce

Manhood for Amateurs by Michael Chabon: Book Review

Don’t read this book if you like Chabon’s writing, it will bore you to tears. Do read if you want a mid-quality daddy memoir. I now know way too much about his homelife, but his observations come back at odd times and are insightful although of limited scope: legos, his wife’s mental illness, his mom’s sexlife (well that explains something.)

Just don’t touch anything.

Scott and I have funny conversations regarding careers. I was reading various job descriptions to him over the phone and saying well, I could do this, I could do that maybe I should move to Paris or Somerville, blah blah blah. Scott says “I only worked two hours total this month. One hour on two days, two weeks apart.” And then he said, everything’s perfect just don’t touch anything. For a week at least.

Maybe that’s why we get along so well?

Presidential Dinner, Heath MA


Thanks so very much to Kara and Bob for hosting us at their beautiful home- where I lived from age 5 to 15. The food was delicious and the friends old and new made it a real homecoming. I am so happy I was able to attend and that I have been blessed with so many good friends who although we don’t see each other every day, I can feel their love and support wherever I am.

Western Massachusetts in February

Heading home for the weekend, whoo boy it’s a bit complicated, but I am anticipating some delicious food. Attending my late mother’s Gourmet Club in the house I grew up in- the theme is Presidents. What should I wear?
It’s a bit early in the season for maple syrup, unfortunately, but I’m thinking we can get some pancakes even though the sugar houses aren’t yet boiling. (too bloody cold)

Gnocchi for Breakfast

A light, wholesome meal. No? I’m doing kitchen experiments again in preparation for some real food writing. I have three recipes- I have used Marcella Hazan’s in the past which calls for no eggs just potato and flour like an impoverished peasant. She’s stingy with the eggs in general. I have something called Urban Italian by Andrew Carmellini. And I have Lidia’s Italy by the dowager queen. Have you ever had memorable gnocchi? is it just a starch blob for meat juices? Or can it be something with a distinct identity? Thoughts.

Well, Carmellini’s tasted like pillows. Which is how Siena explained gnocchi should taste- it was so satisfying that I feel like I am now done with my gnocchi project. Next step: Peruvian rotisserie chicken? Pio Pio.

Herb and Dorothy: Movie Review

This lighthearted documentary by Megumi Sasaki is appropriate for today: it is about a Museum Club for two that has lasted for 45 years. Herb was a high school drop out and wannabe artist/postal worker. Dorothy had moved from Elmira to the big city and got a job at the Brooklyn Heights branch of BPL. They met at a dance. She knew nothing about art, they went to the National Gallery on their honeymoon and educated themselves and immersed themselves in the New York art scene of the sixties through the present, carefully choosing small works they could afford that would fit in their apartment.
It’s both lovely and totally insane. Their apartment is full of cats, turtles, and so much art they can’t sit on the couch. They were addicted to buying art- greedy for it- hoarding it. But they are also lovely people who spent their lives truly appreciating the work of artists and supporting their friends. Watch the movie. Tell me what you think.

Happy Iron Tiger Valentine’s Day!

Usually I send out Valentines. (a postal based holiday! Rapture!) There was no time, this week. Please be assured that you have my heart.

The Year of the Tiger will demand our bravery and strength. Luckily we have plenty and have been practicing.