Feb 8, 2010
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Feb 6, 2010
Feb. 6, 2010
I like to go out – which includes traveling; I can’t write when I travel. I like to talk. I like to listen. I like to look and to watch. Maybe I have an Attention Surplus disorder. The easiest thing in the world for me is to pay attention.
Susan Sontag, as quoted in “The Writer’s Desk,” 1996.
Feb 5, 2010
Feb 4, 2010
Feb 3, 2010
Feb. 3, 2010
Not long into it, he’d cut the lardo into thin slices and, with a startling flourish of intimacy, laid them individually on our tongues, whispering that we needed to let the fat melt in our mouths to appreciate its intensity...No one that evening had knowingly eaten pure fat before (“At the restaurant, I tell the waiters to call it prosciutto bianco”), and by the time Mario had persuaded us to a third helping everyone’s heart was racing.
"Heat," by Bill Buford, 2006.
Feb 2, 2010
Feb 1, 2010
Feb. 1, 2010
"LeMay said if we lost the war that we would have all been prosecuted as war criminals. And I think he's right. He, and I'd say I, were behaving as war criminals.
LeMay recognized that what he was doing would be thought immoral if his side has lost. But what makes it immoral if you lose and not immoral if you win?"
Robert McNamara in "The Fog of War: Eleven Lessons from the Life of Robert S. McNamara," released 2004, directed by Errol Morris.
Jan 30, 2010
Jan 26, 2010
Jan. 26, 2010
Like a gifted plastic surgeon, a seasoned restorer has many options these days and a host of materials and instruments at his disposal, even acupuncture needles. They are not used as they would be in Asian medicine, to puncture a surface, or to sew a canvas, but rather are applied from behind to keep a tear flat.
"Questions over Fixing Torn Picasso," by Carol Vogel, "The New York Times," Jan. 25, 2010.
Jan 25, 2010
Jan. 25, 2010
Was in the spring, one summer day
Just when she left me, she's gone to stay
But now she's gone, and I don't worry
Oh I'm sitting on top of the world.
"Sittin' on Top of the World," originally written by Walter Vinson and Lonnie Chatmon, first recorded in 1930 by the Mississippi Sheiks. Above lyrics from Jack White's version, recorded 2003.
Jan 24, 2010
Jan 23, 2010
Jan. 23, 2010
Bare branches of each tree
on this chilly January morn
look so cold so forlorn.
Gray skies dip ever so low
left from yesterday's dusting of snow.
Yet in the heart of each tree
waiting for each who wait to see
new life as warm sun and breeze will blow,
like magic, unlock springs sap to flow,
buds, new leaves, then blooms will grow.
- Nelda Hartmann, "January Morn"
Jan 22, 2010
Jan 19, 2010
Jan. 19, 2010
"This is James Truman," said the voice, "calling from Conde Nast. I'm looking for a new editor for Gourmet. I wonder if you would be interested in meeting me for tea?"
"Yes," I said, "I would be interested." And from deep inside me six voices all echoed yes, yes, yes as we prepared to join forces and move on.
Ruth Reichl, "Garlic and Sapphires," 2005.
Jan 18, 2010
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Jan 10, 2010
Jan. 10, 2010
If you tasted it, it would first taste bitter,
then briny, then surely burn your tongue.
It is like what we imagine knowledge to be:
dark, salt, clear, moving, utterly free,
drawn from the cold hard mouth
of the world, derived from the rocky breasts
forever, flowing and drawn, and since
our knowledge is historical, flowing, and flown.
From “At the Fishhouses,” by Elizabeth Bishop, in "The Complete Poems 1927-1979."
Jan 9, 2010
Jan 8, 2010
Jan 7, 2010
Jan 6, 2010
Jan 5, 2010
Jan 4, 2010
Jan. 4, 2010
"I clip their wings because most people don't want to buy a bird that might escape so that they have to sprout their own feathers in a flash and take off in hot pursuit. Most people couldn't be bothered, you see. People make odd birds; they don't fly much."Stamos the Birdman to Polyxeni in "Birds without Wings," by Louis De Bernieres, 2004
Jan 3, 2010
Jan. 3, 2010
“When you wake up in the morning, Pooh,” said Piglet at last, “what’s the first thing you say yourself?”
“What’s for breakfast?” said Pooh. “What do you say, Piglet?”
“I say, I wonder what’s going to happen exciting today?” said Piglet.
Pooh nodded thoughtfully.
“It’s the same thing,” he said.
“Winnie-the-Pooh,” by A. A. Milne, 1926
Jan 2, 2010
Jan. 2, 2010
The main dishes were surrounded with smaller dishes of pickled watermelon rind, beets and cucumbers, and spiced peaches. The dozen or so apple and sweet potato pies she had made where stacked in tiers of three, and the caramel and jelly layer cakes placed next to them. Plates, forks, and white damask napkins and gallon jars of lemonade and iced tea were the last things to be unpacked.
"The Taste of Country Cooking," by Edna Lewis, 1976
For my sweet potato queen, Ruth, who turns 98 today.
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