Amazing!

This is a person that gets paid to talk about politics and has no idea that the Supreme Court can reverse itself.

My Old Hands

I’m trying to see this from a different point of view. I’ve had my hands for forty-eight years. My father saw them before I did.

Infants don’t know about their hands. They discover them at some point. They discover their feet and ears and given ten to twelve years they discover other things as well.

I rediscovered my hands.

They are old. I don’t feel old. I’m the same asshat I was at eighteen but my hands have changed.

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The Things You Stumble Upon

I like Gary Oldman. I think he’s among the better actors in part because he is often unrecognizable. He’s one of those rarities that is the role instead of the actor playing the role. I love him for that.

Whether he’s Rosencrantz or Guildenstern or Commissioner Gordon or that guy yelling to send all of them after Leon he’s refreshed and new and I respect that.

So when I say a twitter promoted post about a new Apple TV (television) post starring Oldman I took note.

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Sunday Afternoon Pasta: Bucatini Pomodoro Crossed with Marcella Hazan’s Tomato and Butter Sauce with Onion

I was torn between Marcella Hazan’s (her name be praised) bizarre because you can’t believe it will work and a basic pomodoro so I mashed the two together with some bucatini my wife picked up the other day. Bucatini has been a fixture in our house for years but lately she’s been coming back from Aldi with a selection of varied pastas. She’s sent me diving into my copy of the Geometry of Pasta and scanning suggested recipes from any of a dozen books and web sites.

It’s been fun. I’d never had casarecce, but thanks to her adventurous shopping I’ve learned that with arugula and cherry tomatoes it sings. Chittara needs bottarga and while I love rigatoni with pancetta, peas, and cream the best choice for that sauce is garganelli. But today is back to basics, or at least experimenting with basics.

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I’m a Bad Web Person

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I’ve been a terrible host, neglecting my duties here as I galivant about the web trash spouting out about poetry, the Beatles, and Maus.

I’ve linked to what I’ve been up to since my last post below.

I’m having a great time with a Friday feature over at ordinary-times.com called POETS Day. That’s an anacronym for Piss Off Early, Tomorrow’s Saturday.

I start with a scheme to fool your boss and get you out of work early so you can jump start your afternoon and hit the happy hour specials asap and the throw in a story of what at least I think of interest followed by a poem with some commentary on the work.

Honestly, it’s fun. I’ve written a few other non-poetry related stuff over the last few months. If you want to dive in, the links are below.

POETS DAY: Robert Herrick and the Virgins That He Thinks Need To Hurry Up And, Well…

POETS Day: James Matthew Wilson’s XIII from The Hanging God

POETS Day: Chaucer’s Prologue and High School

POETS Day: Truman Capote’s A Christmas Memory

POETS Day: Rudyard Kipling and a Very Unlucky Jack

POETS Day: The Shakespearean Sonnet Edition, #XIX

POETS Day: The Clive James Fury Edition

We Should Unfix the College Football Postseason: A Rebuttal

POETS Day: Let’s Talk About Emily Dickenson

You Think You Know a Band: observations On The Beatles and Peter Jackson’s Get Back

POETS Day: Poe, Poe, Pitiful Me

Maus and The “Ban”

POETS Day: Gerard Manley Hopkins and Near Perfection

POETS Day: The Second Oxford Expedition by W.H. Auden

WordPress is messed up and not just because their editing software underlines wordpress as a misspelling. Up above you’ll see that sometimes a sentence is blue for the link and sometimes a letter. I highlighted the whole sentence every time and set the link and sometimes it worked and sometimes it just took a word or two. I quit trying to make it work. Sorry.

I’m going to try to be more punctual (read attentive) in the future about populating this site, even if it’s with stuff from other sites I write for.

You Meet The DMV First.

The greatest of all government screw ups happened today. I took my son to get his learner’s driving permit.

Two days ago I called and asked to set up an appointment and was told that those are no longer necessary, so when we walked in and were asked if we had an appointment I was a bit taken aback.

“No, I called and they said we didn’t need one.” I said.

A loud woman incapable of eye contact told me that they were only giving permit tests to kids with appointments. “But I called and was told I didn’t need one.”

That seemed a simple matter for me to bring up. “No. You need to make appointments online.” she said, staring off into the ether.

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Notes and Nonsense

– This is why I should never be put on a jury. I’d hand the keys of the company and just about every asset of every employee involved over to this couple out of rage and fury, and that’s not actual justice. But they sure as hell deserve something. – ‘It has to be known what was done to us’: Natick couple harassed by eBay tell their story for the first time – The Boston Globe

– I rarely read City Journal and kick myself for my failure to keep up with them every time I do. From Lee Siegel, a long article but worth the time: “He writes that amour propre represents “a demand on others that they think better of us than they think of themselves.” That seems, in the current moment, just about right.” – Year Zero | City Journal (city-journal.org)

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You Can’t Make This Up

Laurel Hubbard, weightlifter from New Zealand who, after living most of his life as a man decided to live the rest – so far – of his now her life as a woman, has been eliminated in women’s Olympic competition. This will be a full on “See!” fest of fingers pointed Hubbard’s way as proof that women’s sports are in no danger from nee male competition with no mention of the fact that Hubbard is forty-three years old and his competition is averaging around twenty-five.

We’re going to get the Battle of the sexes where a thirty year old woman proved equality by beating a fifty-five year old man in tennis in redux, but with conflicted reporters trying to recast it as Battle of the Sex because there is no such thing as biological reality in our brave new present.

That Hubbard made a team at forty-three should be proof of physical inequity but that is not why I bring this up. I bring it up because Hubbard failed to progress in the competition because, per The Daily Mail using the parlance of the sport: “The 43-year-old, who transitioned in 2012, was competing in the 87kg+ category but failed to record a single valid ‘snatch’ lift in Tokyo.”

Please try the veal.