Saturday, May 14, 2011

Moving day.  500 pounds of cookbooks + 21 pounds of sandy grey Maine Coon.

(courtesy L.'s cell phone)
Friday, May 13, 2011
Breaking News

We just bought the best collection in Pulpfiction's history.  If you're not in every week, this weekend might be a good time for a visit.
Thursday, May 12, 2011
Phoebe Snow, 1950-2011 by Donald Fagen

"Like a lot of ultra-talented singers, Phoebe was subject to bewildering mood swings. She had a rocky childhood, and the fact that she could wipe out everyone else on the stage with one number didn't make her any less insecure. She was the most energetic hypochondriac I've ever come across, searching out alternative doctors and gurus, traveling to Mexico to receive sheep embryo injections, all that stuff. Certainly, she had to deal with some bona fide ailments. But her frequent disquisitions on her medical condition left no doubt that she felt herself to be a prisoner inside her own body, a predicament she usually bore (in public, anyway) with cheerful stoicism. Some years ago, she was staying at our house in the country where we had to rehearse something or other. One morning, she came down the stairs, smiled, pulled up her shirt to expose her abdomen and announced in her knife-edged contralto, 'Mold Spores!' For her, that was fun."

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