29 January 2008
27 January 2008
Unspent pesos: that's the gringo's lament.
25 January 2008
I'm finishing the aforementioned book by Brenda Ueland. (Note the link is for Green Apple Books on Clement Street in San Francisco, another wonderful urban oasis.) Although Ms. Ueland has passed on, I find her writing so lively and cogent that the book feels like a homey pot-luck workshop. She's a bit of a mystic, but the barefoot, outdoorsy kind, without the pretension or hauteur we've come to expect from the spiritual types these days. She quotes William Blake quite a lot, so I suppose I'll have to dig up more of his stuff. Mostly, she urges us to write freely, and be unafraid. By "write" she really means create, that is, the book serves as a guide for any passionate endeavor--be it dancing, boxing, cooking, or whatnot. She seems to be one of these people who lived how they wanted to live and felt unfettered by social norms. I was struck by much inspiring, timeless wisdom (the book is from 1938), but this passage is the current dust bunny clinging to my cerebral velcro:
And do not try to be consistent, for what is true to you today may not be true at all tomorrow, because you see a better truth.
To me, this means don't get trapped by your prejudices. Stay open, keep learning, grow. Sound advice for anyone, not just writers, eh?
23 January 2008
20 January 2008
Gunshots. Exploding tires. A wreck. Honey was there, pulling him to safety.
"Good thing I was following you, hmm?"
Unmarked fifties only.
18 January 2008
16 January 2008
13 January 2008
11 January 2008
At least that is what they claim. And they may be right, at that. I'm not one to go around putting numbers on things like whisky, or giving grades fer chrissakes, but this stuff is amazing. Whether it is more "richly flavoured" than Talisker or Lagavulin or Auchentoshan Three Wood or Highland Park or Strathisla or any other single malt is up to the drinker. But DAMN, this stuff is tasty. The 10-year old is a spectacularly peaty brew, with a big phenolic aroma reminiscent of burnt rubber on high school asphalt. Yow-zah! The 30-year old (a wonderful gift from a wonderful friend) is a sublimely balanced spirit, with a rich sherry-wood flavor and a softer smokiness. A whisky like Laphroaig is an acquired taste, but I suggest you acquire it. You can't fully appreciate malt whisky until you have experienced the RANGE of possibilities, from the delicate, floral Speysides to the salty, seaweedy islanders. You'll be amazed by the variety that can be created from three ingredients: barley, water and peat. January is Laphroaig month on my whisky calendar (thanks, Nancy!) so that's why it is featured today on TPP. Next month: the aforementioned Highland Park.
06 January 2008
April Day brought the myrrh.
"You're beautiful, kid."
The last one on the list was gold. Matt Cadd opened the safe and brought out his sack of coins. He gave an Eagle to each of them.
"It's the Gift of the P.I., " he quipped.
Fifty on the face, pal.