What do you call stolen cheese?
If you don’t like Garrison Keillor, stay home. Continue reading
I love FunyunsÃƒÂ¢Ã¢â‚¬Å¾Ã‚Â¢. They are a deliciously different snack that’s fun!
Funyuns may be fun, but they are also disgusting. They smell like onion-flavored 409ÃƒÂ¢Ã¢â‚¬Å¾Ã‚Â¢. And they can cut up the roof of your mouth if you’re not careful – like Cap’n CrunchÃƒÂ¢Ã¢â‚¬Å¾Ã‚Â¢. But I love crushing up the final three or four “yuns” in the bag into tiny crunchy cornmeal pieces and tipping the bag on its endÃƒâ€šÃ‚Â so that the yummy, yellow starchy goodness slidesÃƒâ€šÃ‚Â right into my mouth. Niiiiiiice. Continue reading
On a whim, I decided to check out the poet and novelist, Henry Charles Bukowski. Actually, the whim was provoked by me watching the movie ÃƒÂ¢Ã¢â€šÂ¬Ã…â€œSidewaysÃƒÂ¢Ã¢â€šÂ¬Ã‚Â, where hapless Miles bemoans his sorry existence to Jack, who tries to cheer him up after MilesÃƒÂ¢Ã¢â€šÂ¬Ã¢â€žÂ¢ book was rejected for the third (fourth?) time:
Miles: “Half my life is over, and I have nothing to show for it. Nothing. I’m a thumb print on the window of a skyscraper. I’m a smudge of excrement on a tissue surging out to sea with a million tons of raw sewage.”
Jack: “See? Right there. Just what you just said? That is beautiful. ‘A smudge of excrement surging out to sea.’ I could never write that.”
Miles: “Neither could I, actually. I think it’s Bukowski.”
I love books, but IÃƒÂ¢Ã¢â€šÂ¬Ã¢â€žÂ¢m a prisoner of the English language. With the exception of reading Stephen KingÃƒÂ¢Ã¢â€šÂ¬Ã¢â€žÂ¢s short story ÃƒÂ¢Ã¢â€šÂ¬Ã…â€œQuitters, IncorporatedÃƒÂ¢Ã¢â€šÂ¬Ã‚Â in my third-year German class in high school (what were you thinking, Frau Nicholsen?), IÃƒÂ¢Ã¢â€šÂ¬Ã¢â€žÂ¢ve never read anything other than books written in English (the five pages I suffered through of ÃƒÂ¢Ã¢â€šÂ¬Ã…â€œThe Tin DrumÃƒÂ¢Ã¢â€šÂ¬Ã‚Â do not count).
Being uni-lingual is (um, obviously) a huge disadvantage when it comes to discovering and reading great works of literature in other languages, because only the blockbuster writers are ever translated for English readers (Garcia Marquez, Dostoevsky, etc.). I know there are many, many brilliant writers IÃƒÂ¢Ã¢â€šÂ¬Ã¢â€žÂ¢m missing, and IÃƒÂ¢Ã¢â€šÂ¬Ã¢â€žÂ¢d love to hear recommendations (classic and comtemporary, fiction and non-fiction, etc.) of books to read from foreign writers around the world.
Hollywood is panicking because attendance at movies is down again this summer. IÃƒÂ¢Ã¢â€šÂ¬Ã¢â€žÂ¢m afraid IÃƒÂ¢Ã¢â€šÂ¬Ã¢â€žÂ¢ve gone along with the trend; while in past years I would go to one or two, I canÃƒÂ¢Ã¢â€šÂ¬Ã¢â€žÂ¢t remember having seen a single film in the theater this summer. I do make frequent visits to the local library, however . . .
Hollywood is panicking because attendance at movies is down again this summer. IÃƒÂ¢Ã¢â€šÂ¬Ã¢â€žÂ¢m afraid IÃƒÂ¢Ã¢â€šÂ¬Ã¢â€žÂ¢ve gone along with the trend; while in past years I would go to one or two, I canÃƒÂ¢Ã¢â€šÂ¬Ã¢â€žÂ¢t remember having seen a single film in the theater this summer.
I do make frequent visits to the local library, however . . .