the return of THE magazine

On June 12th, using Husbando's suggestion, I wrote the New Yorker
and asked them to suspend sending us their weekly magazine which
we both loved so much for years and years. Life was overwhelming
back in June and only recently have I felt that my powers of con-
centration were good enough to read non-fiction. Plus I am missing
our New Yorker. Bill would always read them first and make notes
like "This is great!" on an article or the question mark ? on a cartoon
that he didn't get. Just for the record, I sometimes got one and had
the joy of explaining it to him. But that was rare. This morning I
wrote to the New Yorker and said, "Bring it on!"

the epitome of NOT FAIR

ERIC SUN (my daily write)

I read the New Yorker (01/01/18) article on the bus on Monday. It was about this 

young man who worked at Facebook and played the violin. I could not

get him out of my mind so yesterday I did the google and brought up some

images of him and his beautiful wife, Karen Law, also a musician.

Fourteen months after Eric was diagnosed with brain cancer he died. His goal

was to play the extremely difficult solo opening to Fiddler on the Roof for

a production in Sunnyvale. He was 33. I watched him rehearse and then

play the opening number. He was dressed for the part in a  “Jewish” cap and vest.

I cried.

Two things impressed me in the article. One, Mark Zuckerberg who donates

billions to medical research and is very human about these awful events.

Then the party when Eric knew he was dying soon and asked each friend

how he could make this easier for them. 

He died in his wife’s arms and I cried some more. 

meanwhile, back East

let's be calm today

A little dose of Dorf and Josie (thanks Blogmaid!) will help us this
morning. We watched just a bit of the many memorial services
yesterday, and now I want to go to NYC and see Ground Zero for
myself. I'm glad our government went all out on the Ten Year
Anniversary. Pomp has its place.

Don't miss the fantastic short story Town of Cats on page 63 of
the Sept. 5th New Yorker. The author is Haruki Murakami and
although he can sometimes be mystifying to me, this piece
borders on perfection.

We are meeting Ginger for a walk at 9am at Crissy Field. Will
there be sunshine? See this space tomorrow for that and even
more answers and profound thoughts. If possible...

it reads like GREAT fiction

This is an incredible article on the planning and execution of bin
Laden, amazingly well written and detailed. Nicholas Schmidle is
the reporter and you'll find it in the August 8th New Yorker. It
even includes a dog named Cairo. Here is the link ~ can't wait
for the movie!