Friday, January 29, 2010
I am mourning Salinger's death today. He is above all my favorite author. His writing makes me fall in love with the English language. He gave up publishing his writing in 1965, and I can only hope that the heirs to his estate will share his work since then.
“…I have scars on my hands from touching certain people… Certain heads, certain colours and textures of human hair leave permanent marks on me. Other things, too. Charlotte once ran away from me, outside the studio, and I grabbed her dress to stop her, to keep her near me. A yellow cotton dress I loved because it was too long for her. I still have a lemon-yellow mark on the palm of my right hand. Oh, God, if I’m anything by a clinical name, I’m kind of paranoiac in reverse. I suspect people of plotting to make me happy….”
Raise High the Roof Beam, Carpenters
Thursday, January 28, 2010
I was thinking this morning as I was warming up my car in below zero temperature: "where do I find joy?" I am a bit strapped on the finances so I can't really go shopping, travel or have nice dinners out and about, plus the weather is such that long walks and sitting in the park are out of the question; therefore, I am trying to find happiness and activities to do with poor weather and little to no income. Lately, I have been reading good books, watching old movies, learning to play the banjo and making elaborate dinners at home. But this is fun for only so long before it becomes routine and a bit monotonous. So, my question is where do you (readers) find happiness and ways to fill your time in the cold dark winter?
Saturday, January 2, 2010
Sorry for the long lapse in blogging. Holidays, travels, etc. However, I got a camera in the time since I last blogged which I am very excited about. Its a nice little PowerShot that I hope to bring around with me.
The other day my mom and I went to the Minneapolis Institute of Arts to see the Louvre exhibit. It was a treat, particularly Georges De la Tour's The Card Sharp with Ace of Diamonds. I was good at not taking any photos in the exhibit but I did sneak one of my mama in the hallway. She looked so happy to be in the midst of great art. After the museum we went to the 112 eatery. Oh, gnocchi and butterscotch budino...