Month: March 2013

Crucifixion Confusion

I’m told it’s Good Friday today. I guess I had a “good friday” – the sun is shining, temperatures above freezing, I took a relatively memorable dump. All good things. These religious holidays, though, I don’t know. I mean that literally – I really don’t know anything about them. Is Good Friday for me? A blessing upon my day? Or…

This Post is About Putting Milk in My Tea

I discovered something today. I’ve heard for years that the Brits enjoy adding copious amounts of milk and sugar to their tea. It’s a notion I’ve generally dismissed as a concept along the lines of “only mad dogs and Englishmen go out in the noonday sun.” Sugar in tea I can understand, as it dissolves nicely and alleviates the bitterness.…

The Wind, How She Howls

Someday when I’m reclining on the beach at my Greek island estate, my skin tan and smooth like a tub of gravy left on the counter overnight, I’ll think back on my years spent in Wisconsin and fondly shake my head as I recall the endless nights of howling, frozen winds and how I somehow – impossibly – wasn’t driven…

Hey Girl Who I Kind Of Danced With at the Bar

Hey, I’m that guy you kept running into on the dance floor. I get that you probably wanted to dance with me and I probably wouldn’t have minded dancing with you, but, even after all these years of bumpin’ and grindin’, my understanding of dance protocol is still pretty sketchy. Is it purely about anonymous, sweaty body-touching? Or is dancing…

The Singer Mondana and The Red Umbrella – Giovanni Boldini

Another pair of pieces by Boldini, again wonderfully bright and full of motion. The Singer Mondana focuses closely on the singer and the piano, leaving the rest of the scene to the imagination of the viewer. But it’s not difficult to fill in the blanks – a raucous music hall, packed with animated patrons. I’m more curious about the singer,…

Let’s Take It From the Top, Everybody

Because I am nothing if not self-critical, my mind has lingered long on yesterday’s blog post. In it, I talked about inspiration and remembered several shining moments of purity and used words like “visceral” to describe my trip to Disney World. It was the kind of post that future graduate students will examine critically to determine if it signaled my…