Showing posts from November, 2009

singing my thankful song...eventually

"What better way to celebrate the white man's dominion over Native Americans than slowly parading giant, inflatable children's characters down the street." (In reference to the Macy's Day Parade) ~ Jon Stewart

I find Thanksgiving--this weird holiday that we as United State-ians celebrate each November--to be a time where I bounce between being thankful for the many blessings in my life and then being really disgusted with our culture. Thanksgiving winds up being (for some people) less about getting together for a good meal with their families, instead becoming a day to be hungover the day after the biggest bar night of the year; dread being with family; overeating; and planning the next days shopping binge to get those fabulous 5am deals. I used to partake in all of these things at one point in my life, so I guess I am not throwing the stone at the glass house, but GEEZ don't people find Thanksgiving to be a bizarre holiday? Every couple of years I try and rea…

this led to that

Holy cats! 2009 is the year for anniversaries and 40 is the number:

Sesame Street
Monty Python
the Internet
Abbey Road, The Beatles
Walking on the Moon-Apollo 11 on the Moon This year is also the 40th Anniversary of when the Norman Rockwell Museum opened, and that is a good segue into where I found myself yesterday; hanging out with TSO's family. TSO's Mom, Dad and two sisters A & A were here for the weekend, staying with us at the Farm. Thanks to the Museum pass program--library shout out!--TSO's family of 5 and I were able to get into the Norman Rockwell Museum for free. I was ambiguous as to whether or not I wanted to go the museum, as I have been many times, but wound up going because TSO forgot the free tickets on the coffee table. As always, I was pleased with the quiet solitude I can find for myself in a museum, and also found the new exhibit to be of some interest ("Behind the Camera," an exhibit documenting Rockwell's use of photography to ai…

i heart art

I mentioned Starry Night in my last blog--I saw it at MOMA while I was in NYC! See, I have proof. I also saw all these other glorious pieces of art. This has to be one of the best museums I have ever been to. I heart MOMA!

the starry sky

RugbyGirl, TSO and I got up at 4am this morning to see this. I only saw 5 shooting stars, but there is something so cool and surreal about getting up that early, crawling back into a still warm bed, sleeping for another hour and then going to work. Well, surreal and exhausting.

I love looking at the sky. I also love this Starry Night.

these are my thoughts...not yours

I used to listen to a radio station back home in the Detroit area where one of the DJs always signed off of the news portions of the morning broadcast with, "these are my thoughts, and not yours." In that same vein, I would like to share a few random thoughts today, which read a little like Deep Thoughts with Jack Handy:
Sarah Palin's book...really? I have friends who are talented writers who will probably never be published, but Sarah Palin manages to get a book out there. Wow. Sometimes I am so amazingly disgusted with our culture.I want want want to go see a fun movie, and I think it might be this one. Anyone want to go with me?I used to think (and maybe still do a little) that adulthood was marked by a few milestoness, but I feel like in little pieces it is sneaking up on us. A few indicators I am noticing in myself and other friends: not being angry with someone, but rather being dissapointed (I swear that was something that my parents would say and always made me fe…

I can hear the scissors cutting

Guess I won't be finding that dream library job anytime soon...? From the Patriot Ledger:Librarians Rally outside State House to protest cutsBy Erik Potter, Enterprise CorrespondentPosted Nov 05, 2009"Last week, Gov. Deval Patrick cut $277 million from government offices under his control. Nearly $800,000 of that reduction came from the Massachusetts Board of Library Commissioners. The cuts were part of an effort to close a $600 million revenue shortfall during the first three months of the state’s fiscal year.Patrick is also targeting the library board for cuts next year, asking it and other state departments for a 17 percent cut in funding for the 2011 fiscal year, which begins in July."For the whole article, click here.

losing history

Our beloved R passed away this morning, just 4 mos. shy of her 100th birthday.I heard the news from my roomie Rugby Girl and have felt so melancholy since. I am not sad for R. I am glad that she is finally going to be able to rest. I feel a loss for our Community, since she has been part of it for over 80 years, but really my sadness is selfish. It is funny how the death of someone can take us back into the pain and sadness of the death of another. I am always surprised at how my Dad's death (just over 2 year ago) can still invoke such anguish for me. I lay here in front of our fireplace missing my Dad and thinking about all the things we miss out on without him. And I think too of our feisty R and what Community will look like without her. Death is a funny thing.I turn again to this, a favorite poem, I've used on my blog before. It really speas to something so sincere in my mind.Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone
Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the d…

leaving the city that never sleeps

This morning-- spilling into the afternoon--was like a Simon and Garfunkel song; I sat on a train, on this rainy day, and watched as New York City slid away from me. I reentered the outlying cities, looking out over sleepy little cities and towns, traveling over waterways on little bridges made to rock our train back and forth, lulling me to sleep. Everything about leaving the City was unlike how I’d entered it. This morning we woke up early so we could go have a breakfast in the West Village (Manhattan) where my cousin works. It was one of those wonderful successes; trying out a restaurant that my cousin passes every day en route to work, one which she had often wondered about. The restaurant is Grey Dog and a better breakfast place in town I can’t imagine I’d find. Everything about the restaurant was great, from the d├ęcor (random pictures and signs, snowboards—many things featuring dogs); to the tables themselves, which had hand painted maps of various areas around the U.S. on them—…

adventures in the Big Apple

It is possible to go to New York multiple times and never retrace your steps. I am sure yesterday was that kind of day. I saw only things that I had never looked on before. We began the day at the Morgan Library where we had planned to see the exhibit on Jane Austen, and upon showing up I was pleasantly surprised to see that the Library also had an exhibit on William Blake’s illustrations from a variety of projects--as an English major I was most familiar with his illustrations for the Book of Urizen, Songs of Innocence and Songs of Experience. Jessi and I wandered through the galleries, looking at (among many things) some of Jane Austen’s letters to her beloved sister Cassandra. It was quite wonderful to see writing in Austen’s own hand, to see the handwritten letters which referenced some of my most beloved stories; letters which talked about the possibilities that lie open for Austen’s antagonists and heroines. Magical. The exhibit on Blake was nice, less interesting to me, since h…

New York state of mind

I am sitting in my cousin's apartment in Bushwick, Brooklyn, NYC.

Yesterday after work I got in the car and drove over an hour to catch a Metro North train into NYC. From Wassaic, NY I took a train in, transfering once, to Grand Central Station. As I was pushed forward with the swelling crowds--trying to act like I knew where I was going to catch my next train--I marveled at the beautiful architechture of the builiding and the famous image of the building came into my head; the image of the interior of the building with the light streaming in through the ceiling windows. The trip into the city isn't complete without seeing Grand Central; all its people rushing through going to jobs, homes, lovers; such a gathering up of people only to push them out again into the cool November streets.

Two hours and three trains later (after getting seriously confused) my cousin Jessi and I found each other at the West 4th Street stop, and another couple of trains and we were walking down the st…

schmoozing 101

I absolutely love the Sedaris family--any family that could produce gems like David and Amy Sedaris!--so I was glad to see that one of the local libraries had a copy of I Like You: hospitality under the influence, by Amy Sedaris. I of course snatched it up and have been enjoying Amy's wonderful party giving advice. "Possible Guest Combinations to Avoid:Astrologer and AstronomerFraternity Brother and anyone elsePsychologist and PsychiatristMovie star and a scene stealerThe newly divorced coupleDirector and out-of-work actorA girl, her boyfriend and his secret girlfriendSerial killer and a drunken teenager"
We have had lots of parties/gatherings at our house lately and I am more than a little tired of the schmoozing; a realization that I came to the last couple of days. Maybe it's not so much the schmoozing, but rather all the other things that come with being the host: the straightening of the house, the making sure there are snacks, checking with everyone to make sure…

a certain number of leaves

I SAW IN LOUISIANA A LIVE-OAK GROWING SAW in Louisiana a live-oak growing, All alone stood it, and the moss hung down from the branches; Without any companion it grew there, uttering joyous leaves of dark green, And its look, rude, unbending, lusty, made me think of myself; But I wonder'd how it could utter joyous leaves, standing alone there, without its friend, its lover near--for I knew I could not; And broke off a twig with a certain number of leaves upon it, and twined around it a little moss, And brought it away--and I have placed it in sight in my room; It is not needed to remind me as of my own dear friends, (For I believe lately I think of little else than them:) Yet it remains to me a curious token--it makes me think of manly love; For all that, and though the live-oak glistens there in Louisiana, solitary, in a wide flat space, Uttering joyous leaves all its life, without a friend, a lover, near, I know very well I could not. ~ Walt Whitman


Every time I go to Small Town Library I check out something, even though I might already have so many books of my own that I am reading and so many library books I've already checked out. I can't control myself. Maybe I need to go to an over-checker-outers group or something...hmmm...

That said, S and I just went to the library tonight and I got two more books:
The Second Child, Deborah GarrisonCalled out of Darkness, Anne RiceI was a big Vampire Chronicles lover when I was a kid and though I eventually grew out of Rice's paranormal genre I always have had a fondness for her probably due to the connection I felt for her vampires when I myself was a questioning teenager, searching in some way as the Vampire Louie. I remember some years not too long ago reading about Rice's return to Catholicism and have been curious about that and also her new trilogy about Jesus Christ--meaning to read them eventually--and was intrigued tonight seeing her autobiography on the shelf. Doin…

a couple of corrections

First: I was driving into town today after work to do a few errands and was looking out over the glorious mountains around the Farm--which people out here call "hills," in this quaint, knowing voice. I know there are bigger mountains, but geez, compared to the views from my window in Michigan, I am looking at Mt. Kilimanjaro.--And back from the tangent, anyway, I was looking out at the ever changing fall colors which I wrote of a couple of days ago, and was realizing that I forgot to mention the majesty of all of the pine trees intermingled amongst the fading shades of yellows and oranges. These trees add something majestic and glorious; a perpetual infusion of color all winter long, though at times the dusting of snow on the pines makes you temporarily forget that everything isn't white.

Second: I forgot to mention in my last post that I was the Hamburglar for Halloween this year. I was pretty proud of my costume and more than a little dissapointed that I didn't get …

twittering through autumn

"Vermont, Early November"It was in between seasons,
after the thin twitter of late autumn
but before the icy authority of winter,
and I took in the scene from a porch,
a tableau of silo and weathervane
and a crowd of ferns on the edge of the woods--
nothing worth writing about really,
but it is too late to stop now
that the ferns and silo have been mentioned.
I drank my warm coffee
and took note of the disused tractor
and the lopsided sign to the cheese factory.
Not one of those mornings
that makes you want to seize the day,
not even enough glory to make you want
to grasp every other day
yet after staring for a while
at the plowed-under fields and the sky,
I turned back to the order of the kitchen
determined to seize firmly
the second Wednesday of every month that lay ahead.
~ Billy CollinsAnd so we begin another fall month and watch as the leaves on our beloved New England trees move to the next stage of their journey; the first stages of leaves fall gracefully and now what is left on the trees…