ok, so I have decided to do a weekly tid-bits day (um, a haven’t gotten my shit together to write a real post day). Here is what I have for this week.
* I bought a Cuisineart mini-food processor. I used an old gift card, it had a birthday cake on it so it must have been from last summer. Why do we say Cuisineart like Kwee-zin-art? and not like Cuisine-art? The manual said “Never Use a knife again!”, and now I am afraid to touch one as it sounded so serious about it. What if I was a butcher or a widdler…would I then have to quit my job? What do I do then, shove the entire eggplant into the 5″ wide top of the Cuisineart? Maybe I should have gone for the Jack LaLane Juicer, a man in a uni-tard may have been less demanding in his instruction booklet.
* There were vandals a go-go in our Brooklyn hood this week. Some dumb kids spray painted the cars up my block with white paint that read “LA” and “South Central”. If you are going to spray paint and go through the trouble of writing something “bad ass” and tough…why choose a neighborhood in California? I would like to see this kid write that in South Central, he would be an instant honorary member of the Crips or the Bloods I am sure. But the equivilant would have been for someone to go to Spring Lake in LA and write “Bed Sty” on cars. No one would think they were in any way tough, just really dumb.
* I don’t understand why, in music. if something is “arty” it is called a “project”. Gimme a break. Worse still is when it is called a “pro-ject”. Nothing more annoying than the Alan Parson’s Project. I heard on the radio the other day a DJ talking about Michael Gira’s “project”, does that mean it is just a little thing on the side not yet complete? When I think of the word project, I think of a 3 paneled poster-board with illustrations on weather systems, or bean plant growth charts. John Tesh’s Project might be the absolute worst. He couldn’t really call it the John Tesh Experience though could he? John Tesh’s music makes me want to pro-ject my lunch onto the floor.
* Jack ate an adult size helping of mashed potatoes the other day. Then he guzzled his bottle in two minutes flat, threw his bottle on the floor and said “ahhhh”. We have nick-named him “Thumper” because every morning we wake up to him kicking his crib, I picture him in there with big bunny feet.
* Marlowe has been calling me “Mah-mah-mah-mah-mah-mah-mah-mah”. I think it is cute now, one day when I am driving and she is behind me saying that for an hour it won’t be so cute.
*Ruby said that she wants a megaphone for Christmas. I can’t imagine where she arrived at that one. She just finished reading The Outsiders and got teary at the end when Ralph Macchio Johnny dies. My favorite thing that I do with Ruby is to listen to her talk about the books she is reading. Tonight at dinner she asked me “Why do we exist?” …ahh teenage existentialism.
*Ruby and I went shopping at our local community book store. I went a little nutty and left with 5 books for me (Ru got 3). I realized that I am a serial reader. Twice a year I buy a pile of books, and read them all one right after another and then stop for awhile. Usually I stock up right before winter like a squirrel. I got the books: Truck, a love story by Michael Perry, On the Road by Jack Kerouak, The Road by Cormac MacCarthy (Ruby thought the theme of those three were typical of me and hysterical), A Passage to India by E.M. Forster and The Last Samurai by Helen DeWitt. I am over this 80 degree global warming weather, time for some sweater wearing, tea drinking under the covers book reading weather.
*My Mother-In Law told me that when painting a portrait of a person, make sure the face is no bigger than your hand. No one likes a painting of someone with a big head, it is off-putting.
*We went Pumpkin picking in Jersey and all of Brooklyn and Staten Island were there, football fields of them. You would hear the Staten Island mom’s screaming at their kids in their Edith Bunker voices, and the men talking to their wives on their cell phones saying “Whea are youz? Im ovah by the Macintoshes and shit, tree isles ovah!” We bought three big pumpkins and the nice lady let us put Jack on the pumpkin scale, she said he was 21 lbs. The babies climbed on pumpkins, played with small squash, and ate bites of apples. Ruby was wiped out from her sleepover but was a sport. The hot apple cider was ghuuuud! Here are some photos:
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