"East, west, hame's best."-the wise words of Gilbert from Anne of the IslandYesterday I woke up to the sound of car alarms going off and the girl upstairs playing the Village People at about 8 AM. The former didn't stop for at least a good five minutes and, as for the latter, the general belief…
"In life, as in literature, we navigate via the stars of detail. We use detail to focus, to fix an impression, to recall."-James Wood (How Fiction Works)Some days the details really matter: a little fog can chill you to the bone, exacerbating the feeling that maybe you're coming down with something; a simple phrase like…
"There is only one recipe--to care a great deal for the cookery."-Henry JamesI guess you could say that it all started on Bastille Day, which, for some odd reason or another, I like to mark in some small way: perhaps by having lunch at a French restaurant, a nice glass of French wine or even…
"Everything aspires to the light. You don't have chase down a fly to get rid of it--you just darken the room, leave a crack of light in a window, and out he goes. Works every time. We all have that instinct, that aspiration." -Tobias Wolff (Old School)Today was the first day in my house-sitting stint…
What a lovely weekend! I had brunch this morning with a friend at a local gem, where you can find delicious blueberry pancakes, scones and lemon curd (no, I didn't eat all three! At least not any individual dish in its entirety! =P) and then we walked to the local farmer's market, where I found…
The fog comeson little cat feet.It sits looking overharbor and cityon silent haunchesand then moves on.-Carl SandburgI'd like to preface this post by saying that, despite my choice of title, I'm more than aware that it's summer; I also know that, in some parts of the country, it's 100 degrees and positively sweltering, making everybody…
"I was talking about time. It's so hard for me to believe in it. Some things go. Pass on. Some things just stay. I used to think it was my rememory. You know. Some things you forget. Other things you never do. But it's not. Places, places are still there." - Toni Morrison, BelovedBlogging is…
Dining with Dostoevsky 