way far from Japantown

It's a hot new Japanese Restaurant at 21st and Mission, of all
places. Last night 12 of us from work gathered to say sayonara
to a young woman who is now a waitress at Nombe. We had
such fabulous food ~ things I never would have ordered:
pork belly, butternut squash tempura, calamari, blood
orange salad, chicken wings with honey, rice cakes, salted
salmon and more. So good that I'll be taking Husbando
back one of these nights. Easy, free street parking, too.

loving the big apple

New York, I Love You is a companion film to Paris, je t'aime
which was so wonderful. Not every story is fabulous, but most
of them are so delightful that it gets the coveted RENT IT NOW
Commano approval. Included in the great cast: Julie Christie,
James Caan, Ethan Hawke, Chris Cooper and many more. My
favorite vignette featured Christina Ricci, you'll see...

visit Valparaiso with Doug and Barb!

The Great Plotniks have traveled from Santiago to Valparaiso, Chile
this past week. His blog is terrific and I love seeing things that I
wouldn't proabably ever have a chance to know about. I direct my
readers to his wonderful travel adventures now: Plotniks.

identity theft, deafness, words

I bought Talk Talk yesterday as a reward for finally getting the
H1N1 shot and because we had just read a short story by T.C.
Boyle in the New Yorker. He's a fine writer and the blurbs on
the back cover were intriguing. Plus, I'm so ready for a new read...

tear out his eyes

Oedipus el Rey at the Magic Theatre tells the son-loves-mother story
once again, but this time it takes place in the barrio, maybe just a few
blocks away in the Mission District. The Greek Chorus (coro) are four
hip hoppin' Chicanos and the main character is a young man named
Joshua Torrez from Chicago and he really IS the play. Fabulous
acting and dancing and the stage set is one of those where they do
so much with so little. Very clever. It's a 90 minute one act play and
you'll stay wide awake the entire time. Lovely guitar music too.

our newest writer

This delightful paragraph was in my yesterday's morning email
from our blogmaid:

One of the things I gave RR for Valentine's Day was a
little notebook with a kitty on the front -- from that
Japanese store I went to with Linda. She put it under
her pillow last night, along with a flashlight and pen,
and told me that when I left the room she was going to
write in it. She fell asleep before I left, so I moved
the items over to her bedside shelf, but in the
middle of the night (3 am) I heard sounds coming
from the monitor, and I went in to check on her and
she was sitting up in bed, writing in her
notebook with the flashlight. It was beyond cute.

a restaurant with many lives

Last night Bill treated me to Valentine's dinner here at Beretta on
23rd and Valencia. It's been many different restaurants over the
years, but this is an Italian theme with variations. Great food and
service, but a little noisy and we felt out of it because we weren't
checking our iPhones and texting throughout dinner. You get my
drift. He had oso bucco risotto and brussel sprouts, a salad and
thinly sliced multi-salami for me. A very nice waiter who admired
our tiny bright Fine Arts Museum flashlights that we needed in
order to read the menu. A lovely evening, too much food = not
such great sleep.

King Tut was sold out yesterday at the deYoung. It was a rough
day because we were short staffed and I rushed around covering
breaks and lunches and that was it. No tasks got done, too bad.

ever been to Nepenthe?

It's this glorious restaurant in Big Sur that overlooks the ocean,
the mountains and the world. We spent a lot of time there in the
seventies and the granddaughter of the owner wrote a memoir/
cookbook and I gave it to Husbando for Valentine's Day. The
photos are fabulous and recipes, though very basic, will certainly
be usable from time to time. But really, the memories are the
best and one picture features "our chairs" where we used to sit
and talk, eat and drink and just be. So lovely.

valentine's day 2005 & 2010

It's been five years ago today since we went to NYC, and here I thought
it was last Thursday. We had such a fabulous time despite the rain and
snow and tiny apartment with that uncomfortable bed and dicey shower.
A fabulous trip and we both loved New York even more after that. The
Central Park Christo Extravaganza was unforgettable, what a thrill!

Husbando gives me a long (for him) love note on V. Day and this one
included an invitation to dinner Monday night. He isn't up yet, but
I have decided to accept his offer. Like most women with significant
others I like Valentine's Day, but I understand how single people
think it's a crock of shit. But love in any form beats anything else
that I can think of today. Even retail.

thanks, Mr. Z

This will be Husbando's Valentine gift tomorrow. Mr. Z in Cleveland
managed to get it into print form again and I sent it to Kinko's and
now we have 2009 all wrapped up and ready for the hearts & flowers
Sunday. It's thinner than the two previous years which probably means
that I am becoming even MORE succinct, if possible.

My Round Robin writing partner this week is Chef P who is also in our
Tiapos group. We know so much about each other now and I find my
writing freer and more personal than it usually is. Today I wrote about
my mother who was born in February and died in February. From age
12 on I could never remember her birthday, and now I can't remember
her exact death date either. We punished each other, yes we did. On
the other hand, I know the exact dates of my dear father's birth and
death. Ah, something to cause me a little stress today? I think not...

did you say Argentina?

Thud. It's tomorrow that The Great Plotniks leave for a l-o-n-g
trip to Chile and Argentina. So soon they'll be gone for more
than a month. Already SF seems like a larger and lonelier
place. We expect the daily post in his blog, but if not, lots of
emails and I will post them here, there and everywhere. Have
a fabulous trip and we'll see you in March. Adios, amigos!

backing up in style

Cute as a button, no? It's my new OWC Mercury thingie and
The Total Mac man already installed it and backed up all the
very, very important stuff here on my newish computer.
I have never used the Time Machine feature, but he showed
me how and, of course, like everything Apple, it is easy as
pie. This looks big and imposing, but it's actually much smaller
than a 2-slice toaster and I'm greatly relieved that I have it.
I appreciate notthat's gentle nudge and Mistress Jane recently
wrote about how it saved her life when her computer crashed.
This hard drive cost $150.00, by the way, and I'm feeling smug.

Andrew also cleaned up msMacBook and the problem seemed
to be some silly thing that I downloaded that I do NOT need.
Things are copacetic technology-wise here at Casa Verde.

poetry in february

I used to include more poems in commano than I have lately.
Not just for "fill", but because it's wonderful when writers
can say so much in a few very well-chosen words. These are
from the Dec. 8th Panorama Book Review which I'm still
reading and enjoying.

THE CLOUDY VASE

Past time, I threw the flowers out,
washed out the cloudy vase.
How easily the old clearness
leapt, like a practiced tiger, back inside it.
-Jane Hirshfield

A ROOMLESS DOOR

I walked past a house
I walked past a house I heard weeping
I walked past my father's house I heard weeping
It sounded like a roomless door, a piano's 89th key
-Jane Hirshfield

today's animation

Waltz with Bashir is the story of director Ari Folman trying
to recapture some memories of his service in the Israeli army
back in the 80's during the Lebanese war. I thought, "well,
it's only a cartoon, it won't really bother me." Wrong again.
It is vivid and upsetting and brutal. I wish I hadn't watched
it before bed, but I'm glad I saw it.

(Msbook2 is still in hospital, but msBook1 here is doing an
adequate job, except for things like downloading, etc. I'm
buying the back-up thingie that notthat recommended and
doing so before I lock the horse out of the closet. Yeah!)

a breeding ground

It's called The Marsh because it's a breeding ground for new
performers and it's one of our favorite little theaters nearby on
Valencia and 22nd in our nabe, where a cup of coffee still costs
$1.00. Last night we missed the end of the Superbowl Game to
see Ann Randolph's LOVELAND ~ a 70 minute one woman show
about her mother, her mother's death, life and the kindness of
strangers. It's funny and sad at the same time ~ the man next to
me brought out his clean white hanky. I loved that, of course.
Imagine ~ it was sold out last night and her show has been
extended until April. Ann is one v. talented writer and actress.

sunday's round robin write

MAKE A LIST, GIVE IT A TITLE

Oh, I do love the lists. I usually don't title them. I always have one
running in the kitchen in "my basket" which also contains: one small
notebook, Ginger in Santa Barbara's address and phone number on
that silly puppy note paper, one ruler, 3 red pens and one black, a
Writing Salon postcard, some actual physical notes from people
that I need to respond to...you get the picture. It's a mess, but
it's mine, all mine.

I actually have two of those small yellow lined notepads in the basket.
I put everything on the list:
Monday - yoga
Go to post office
Call acupuncturist
Write Mollie
E-mail Sarah
Find out about insurance
Send check to Richard
Buy Valentine cards
Walgreen's for hand lotion
When I have filled the page and crossed most stuff off, I transfer it to
the clean notepad directly behind it. Like most list keepers, I revel in the
crossing off. I have been known to write something on the list that I forgot
to note and immediately cross it off because, damn it, I did it and I need
credit for my accomplishments. I have also gone into the trash to
retrieve a crumpled list and scratch out something I have done and
toss it out again. That makes perfect sense, doesn't it?

saturday's round robin write

IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT

I only woke up once and worried about msBook last night. She froze about
8pm while I was downloading some dumb program that I don't need and
will never use. But really, I just wanted to restart her. So off I will go to
The Total Mac, out on Geary. Since I'm working at the Legion of Honor
I can go there on my lunch hour. We all pray that Andrew will be open.

Currently I'm typing away on my iBook G4 (msBook #1) that I thought was
dead and gone. I have not plugged it in for almost one year, and yet,
here she is. I know I'm on limited life support here, so I feel pressured
to finish this piece and send it to Marnee and Mistress Jane.

And here I was going to get back to Ellen and have her run the red
No Left Turn sign. First I'd have to go back and find out what she's
driving, I think it's a red Smart Car like my friend Susan in
Sacramento drives. This is no way to write a mystery novel. I
should have stacks of files and then I need to get a huge bulletin
board and fill it with the main plot and many interesting sub plots.
I need to build a few characters other than Ellen and her orange
cat, Salmon. Daunting.

Even thinking about writing fiction makes me appreciate the
people who actually do it. My God, it's difficult. I could, of
course, buy yet another book on How To Write Fictioin. That'll do the trick.

welcome to the Mish!

Rosamunde Sausage Grill has a big new space on Mission Street right
next to the 24th Street BART station. The Great Plotniks introduced us
to these fabulous sausages at the tiny little kitchen on Haight Street,
so it's a delightful surprise to have their second restaurant here. It
has plenty of seating, happy wait people (ahem) and the best so far
was my Mission all beef burger with bacon. Husbando's Italian was
a little too spicy, but don't worry, we'll both be back. Great fries too.

today, tonight, Tiapos

Imagine, Jane is going to host our writing group tonight. An
amazing recovery after her mastectomy on the 27th of Jan.
Alas, I'm scheduled to work at the deYoung where we are
devoting lots of extra hours to King Tut before he prepares
to toddle off to Times Square in New York.

Our Boy King and his accessories will be here until March 28th.
I urge everyone to see the exhibit and what is amazing is how
much the children love all the pharaoh history and pomp.
It's fun. Honest. So purchase your tickets ~ the weekends are
crowded, but even then everything is timed and well-organized
and you will be impressed. Trust me.

we can't unfold our mistakes

I rushed from the Legion of Honor to meet Husbando last
night for the 7pm curtain of Animals out of Paper. Another
terrific play with Lorri Holt (whom we've "known" for 3
decades), David Deblinger and Aly Mawji. The world of
origami was the 4th main character ~ folds leave scars, the
paper must forget that it was ever flat, and lots more
interesting insights. Well worth seeing and we loved The
Great Plotnik's review last week.

food first, culture second

Yesterday we met son John down at the Embarcadero and
had way too much to eat at Perry's in the Hotel Triton. We
have a friend in St. Louis who still talks about Perry's on
Union Street, which has been there for 40 years. They serve
basic American food, but I do recommend the grilled
artichoke, thinly sliced onion rings and huge salads. The
prices are reasonable, the service friendly.

Then we went to SFMoma to check out one floor of the
75 year celebration. There is a wonderful wall of SF Views
from 1935 to 2009. Photos, drawings, etc. ~ check it out.
Lots to see, so we'll be back for another floor soon. Somehow
it seems like a REAL day off when I get downtown. Know
what I mean?

one of the best

I've always enjoyed hearing about the brave immigrants who
settle here and try to balance their new and old lives. Jhumpa
Lahiri is a fabulous writer and these stories in Unaccustomed
Earth are unforgettable. She also wrote Namesake and
Interpreter of Maladies, if you are looking for inspirational
fiction. And the title? Perfect:

Human nature will not flourish, any more than a
potato, if it be planted and replanted, for too long
a series of generations, in the same worn-out soil.
My children have had other birthplaces, and, so far
as their fortunes may be within my control, shall
strike their roots into unaccustomed earth.
-Nathaniel Hawthorne, "The Custom House"

what recession?

I ventured outside my own little world last night. After a BUSY
day at the deYoung (only 2 more months of the Sun King) I
went out to dinner at the Dragon Well with some work friends.
It's a small Chinese restaurant on Chestnut Street, in the
heart of the Marina. Good lord, every restaurant and bar and
coffee shop there was packed and the energy of all those
happy people revived me. The duck, mu shu pork and garlic
laden egg plant were all scrumptious, but it was a long day
and I didn't get home & hosed until almost 10pm. Saturday
night excitement is rare, as you may have noticed.

and the prompt is...

It feels good to start my day by writing for 10 minutes. I won't say that
in a few weeks, of course, but for now it's A-OK. The above is the first
photo prompt of this Round Robin class and here is the result from
my keyboard:

I usually walk in the Mission District on my days off. Often I will
go to the Nervous Dog for a latte, maybe to Big Lot's for a bargain
or two, and once in awhile on up to Cortland to Nevada St. and
back home. One or two hours just for me. I've been a walker for
years, before that I was a runner and I have the knees to prove it.

Everything one could want is here in our little world: shoe repair,
dry cleaners, Cole Hardware, Safeway, Walgreen's, restaurants,
coffee shops, post office and as I mentioned Big Lot's where I
recently bought 144 tea candles for $6.00. When we moved here
more than 30 years ago, the last thing we cared about was
shopping locally. We drove everywhere and even had two cars. Shameful.

Now we buy a Muni Pass every month and also take BART.
I drive Ken the Toyota to work five days a week and Bill plans
his life around that and doesn't grumble for a moment. I don't
like driving, even though it is half the time that the buses
would take. I miss being part of humanity. (I'm saying that
in a genteel manner) on the bus and some of my most
colorful writing derives from the journal I carry. I write down what I
see and hear on the bus and use it later. I do not need to enhance or
exaggerate when I write about the characters in San Francisco, they
are MORE than 3-dimensional, if that's possible.

more borrowing from friends

from Michael in Santa Barbara...

One of the few interesting useless facts I've found on the Useless Facts app on my Droid. Is it actually true - who knows?

There is more real lemon juice in Lemon Pledge furniture polish than in Country Time Lemonade.

Another useless fact.
Courtesy of Qorona

public service announcement

This was an email from my friend Patrice. At first I thought it
was one of those urban legend jokey things, but I checked the
web site and it looks legit. It wasn't her son, but a friend-
of-a-friend kind of story.

http://www.moveoveramerica.com

I wanted to let my friends know about the CA move over law.
My son got a ticket on Pleasant Hill coming back from Wal-Mart.
A police car (turned out it was 2 police cars) was on the side of
the road giving a ticket to someone else. My son slowed
down to pass but did not move into the other lane. The
second police car immediately pulled him over and gave him a ticket.
My son and I had never heard of the law. It is a fairly
new law that states if any emergency vehicle is on the side
of the road, if you are able, you are to move into the far lane.
The cost of the ticket was $754, with 3 points on your license
and a mandatory court appearance.
Please let everyone you know that drives about this new law.

Except for two states, all the other U.S. states (even
Canada ) enacted similar kind of law.

Hooray, Mistress Jane is home! I'm on my way over to
walk her dog and see if I can be of any help. The Great
Plotnik is meeting me, if he has the date and time correct...

today is Jane's day

My friend, my inspiration, and the reason I consider myself a
writer is having surgery today. Mistress Jane means the
world to me and to many others and if collective prayers
help, she surely has them. These are the times that I do not
like being an agnostic, but I'm thinking the most positive
and loving thoughts, so surely that helps.

If you need a little lift right about now, check out Jane's
blog and her to-do list before the surgery. And send a
prayer, I know you will.

reading, watching, writing

In the Loop was NOT the funniest film of the year, even if it
says it is. But it's worthwhile. A political comedy about American
and British operatives trying to stop a dash to a certain war in
the Middle East.

My Round Robin writing class started yesterday and that's a
good thing because I haven't really been writing. Three of us
are helping out in class while Mistress Jane recuperates from
her surgery tomorrow. She is in my heart and mind now, all
of the time.

More rainy weather ~ perfect for reading, napping, writing
and worrying. But back to work this morning.

overwrought indeed

At first I thought poor Phedre's dress was falling apart, but
no, this was stylish back in the days of Greek gods and monsters.
Husbando really enjoyed this one act Racine play at ACT, but
it wasn't my cup of anguish. I will say that the acting was
superb and the audience showed their appreciation at the
end. But oh my, the back-of-hand-to-forehead sorrow heaped
upon guilt and despair was too much for this woman. And
yes, there were some chuckles from the audience in
inappropriate places. Thankfully TGPlotnik had prepared
me for Phedre in his theater blog and face-to-face.

pho and files

We were uppity snobs back in the 70's and didn't have TV and we
were proud of it! Look at us now. The Flix® has all the Rockford
Files and we watched the first 3 episodes over my long weekend.
Great fun, LA without traffic, big long cars that don't explode and
very good writing, in my opinion. Dated, in a good way. I like his
relationship with his attorney girlfriend and she does not fawn
over him. Good stuff and many more episodes because I think
this ran for (like) 6 or 8 seasons.

Still cold yesterday so we tried the pho up at Le Aux Delicies on
Potrero, very near to Casa Verde. They are doing a big re-mo at
General Hospital and there are signs all over the neighboring
streets that read, "contractors and construction workers please
not to park in our neighborhood." We need those signs all over
the city. Oh yes, the pho was delicious and we'll be back.

this salmon didn't swim

We had a delightful time at our gathering last night. Friends brought
the food and there was much laughter and little work for me. Thanks
to my crew for serving/cleaning up too ~ very nice indeed. The above
Plot dish will never be forgotten, part of the Steinlore now.

Neti brought this pasta with chicken and peas. Excellent.

Here is the table before.

And after.

this is a foodie post

On Wednesday Plot and Duck treated us to lunch at the Hard Knox
Cafe. Bill loves the fried chicken here and my burger was excellent.
We ate too much and had a splendid time. Friends are the BEST!
"Anyplace he wants to go," our friend Ginger said yesterday and
Husbando selected Sotto del Mere on Green Street. She had the sand
dabs and we both had pasta: mine with clams, his with everything
under the ocean. We each had a big cup of chowder to start. Yum.
It was raining (of course) and we parked at a meter across the street
and fed it quarters. This is Big News! Great food, a wonderful time.

It seems we like restaurants with lots of stuff on the walls that
wasn't put there by a highly paid decorator. We do, but mostly
we just love being in SF with our generous friends ~ rain or shine.

sex after sixty

Last night we went to see A Round-Heeled Woman at the Z Space on
Florida Street, a few blocks from Casa Verde. That's Sharon Gless
playing Jane Juska, the 66 y.o. woman who advertised for sex in the
NYTimes Book Review. A few adventures, some disappointment,
but all pleasant and positive in the end. We both enjoyed the play
and do recommend it to you, even the young-uns in the audience
seemed to appreciate the humor.

brightness in the gloom

A friend sent us orchids for our anniversary and so far we have not
destroyed them. It's still raining, but since I don't have to worry
about work, I'm feeling cheerful and almost mellow. True mellow
usually starts on Day #3. (By the way, that is the flash reflection
above, not some amazing moon or sun apparition.)

Today we are having lunch with The Great Plotniks and tonight
we hit the theater. In between ~ library, banks, errands, etc. Oh,
maybe a nap. Just maybe...

a true rain storm

With loud thunder, bright lightening and lots of rain. Floods today,
that's for sure. This is my last work day of the week and then I'm
taking 4 (four, IV, 3 plus one) off for some catch-up me-time and to
celebrate the b.day of Husbando. I'm in that tired-of-work stage and
felt short-tempered and snappish with customers and fellow workers
yesterday. I'm paid to inspire others, not to snap at them. We had
technical cash register problems in the morning at the DY and that's
no way to work retail, trust me on this one. "No, I'm sorry you can't
use your credit card right now, do you have cash or can you write
a check?" Hmmmmm, I don't think so.

Take care with this weather if you are on the road. I'm planning on
an hour to go from Bernal Heights to the Legion of Honor this
morning. Easy does it.

well, that was fun...

Bless Ricky Gervais and his humor, especially when he threw such a low
flying insult at Mel Gibson. I couldn't have enjoyed it more. Of course
it means that we probably should go out and put on those 3-D glasses
to see Avatar and now I really need to rearrange the Flix® list in
order to guarantee that we see some of these Golden Globe winners
before 2020.

My day off was sooooooooo relaxing and I'm ready for work today.
And maybe even tomorrow, we'll see about that.

not your usual love story

Ever since 3rd Rock we've been fans of Joseph Gordon-Levitt
and he's been making us proud again. (500) Days of Summer
is all about young love, but not in that icky-sweet cloying way.
It's frothy, but pleasant for a cool winter's night.

Today is a Sunday off for me! Hoooooray. I'll start with yoga
and we'll take it from there.

ooooooh, another mystery!

Garnethill is a suburb of Glasgow and a young woman awakes
to find her lover in her living room. Alas, he has been tied up
and his throat has been slit. So messy. Did she do this in a
blackout? No, she is way too lovable (to me), so we are all
trying to find the killer. Garnethill is a loan from a friend at
the deYoung and a new and glorious author for me. Hoooooray.

kid catch-up

Santa brought RR a scooter (and a few other gifts, actually)

Ben and Sam (or vice versa) ~ Neti and Frank's grandchildren

Dancing Jen's 8 month old nephew, Kingston. Oh, those eyes.

getting my priorities straight

It's hard to feel sorry for myself because I can't seem to get a
ticket for Wicked for under $200 on my rare next Sunday off.
Oh, poor me.

Instead, we both sent checks for Haiti to:
American Red Cross
Bay Area Chapter
85 Second St.
SF 94105
www.redcrossbayarea.org.

Or Unicef, Save the Children, your choice...

who killed Miles?

We are certainly enjoying our BIG television and last night we
watched The Maltese Falcon. It's been a few decades since
last we chuckled along with Sidney Greenstreet and Peter
Loirre. I was hoping for more scenes of SF in the old days,
but most of it was filmed indoors, alas. Of course we know
that the Falcon is in a glass case up on the second floor of
John's Grill on Ellis Street. Fun stuff.

time for the important things of life

Baseball. Last night we watched Sugar and I do recommend it,
even for people who don't follow the only sport worth watching.
It's a story (probably true) about a pitcher recruited from the
Dominican Republic to play in the minor leagues. He ends
up in the midwest and that can be a culture shock for many
of us. Excellent film ~ 5 spoons (or cups). Rent it!

coffee, candle, flame

How's this for a delightful 6am start to my day off? My goal was to
do some writing, but I seem to be experiencing some sort of writer's
block currently. In any event, after 3 in a row non-burn days, I
desperately needed to stare at the fireplace while I read emails and
played around on MsBook. I will take a long solo walk this afternoon
and maybe have a latte before a lavish shopping experience at
Big Lot's.

OK, the coffee mug. It was a gift from Ginger when she lived in
Kansas and reads, "Nothing Runs Like a Deere" ~ I only use it for
days off. Of course.

no, this is the poem!

Mingus at the Showplace

By William Matthews

I was miserable, of course, for I was seventeen,
and so I swung into action and wrote a poem,

and it was miserable, for that was how I thought
poetry worked: you digested experience and shat

literature. It was 1960 at The Showplace, long since
defunct, on West 4th St., and I sat at the bar,

casting beer money from a thin reel of ones,
the kid in the city, big ears like a puppy.

And I knew Mingus was a genius. I knew two
other things, but they were wrong, as it happened.

So I made him look at the poem.
“There’s a lot of that going around,” he said,

and Sweet Baby Jesus he was right. He laughed
amiably. He didn’t look as if he thought

bad poems were dangerous, the way some poets do.
If they were baseball executives they’d plot

to destroy sandlots everywhere so that the game
could be saved from children. Of course later

that night he fired his pianist in mid-number
and flurried him from the stand.

“We’ve suffered a diminuendo in personnel,”
he explained, and the band played on.

is this the poem?

Last Thursday night our Tiapos friend Will said that a specific poem influenced him to become a poet when he was in college. I'm enjoying the search so much that I will publish this first for you (and me) and then write to ask him. The Day Lady Died
by Frank O'Hara
It is 12:20 in New York a Friday three days after Bastille day, yes it is 1959 and I go get a shoeshine because I will get off the 4:19 in Easthampton at 7:15 and then go straight to dinner and I don't know the people who will feed me I walk up the muggy street beginning to sun and have a hamburger and a malted and buy an ugly NEW WORLD WRITING to see what the poets in Ghana are doing these days I go on to the bank and Miss Stillwagon (first name Linda I once heard) doesn't even look up my balance for once in her life and in the GOLDEN GRIFFIN I get a little Verlaine for Patsy with drawings by Bonnard although I do think of Hesiod, trans. Richmond Lattimore or Brendan Behan's new play or Le Balcon or Les Nègres of Genet, but I don't, I stick with Verlaine after practically going to sleep with quandariness and for Mike I just stroll into the PARK LANE Liquor Store and ask for a bottle of Strega and then I go back where I came from to 6th Avenue and the tobacconist in the Ziegfeld Theatre and casually ask for a carton of Gauloises and a carton of Picayunes, and a NEW YORK POST with her face on it and I am sweating a lot by now and thinking of leaning on the john door in the 5 SPOT while she whispered a song along the keyboard to Mal Waldron and everyone and I stopped breathing

it's early, but that's OK

I had a great time with my writing friends at Tiapos last night.
Humor and pathos, the usual. There were 6 of us and everyone
brought something to share. Chef P. is off to France and The
Plotniks to South America, so it was lovely that most of us could
make it last night.

This morning I open the deYoung stores at 8:15-ish. I'm trying
to order tix for A Round Heeled Woman and the computer
is acting up and I'm getting (like) irritable. That won't do
at all. I might have to use (horrors) the phone.

it's 6:10 am!

Well, I certainly solved the title dilemma, didn't I? We both
enjoyed Julie & Julia last night. Wonderful scenes of Paris and
New York, great acting by Ms. Streep (who became Julia) and
I especially appreciated the blogging side story. Mr. Z in
Cleveland is now doing the technical thing so I can send this
blog to Kinko's for the printed hard copy. That means 3 years
of writing almost every day. Well, not deep, important writing,
but it's fingers-to-keyboard and to me that's quite an accom-
plishment. So add cooking intricate recipes to a daily blog and
my god, how did she do it?

it's 5:22 pm!

Once again, the age old question. How come days off fly by at break
neck speed and the work day often tick tocks along so very slowly?
(Until it's over and then I think ~ what happened to this day?)

The fireplace is burning already and I'm wide awake after a sweet
nap. Because I started the day with yoga, I'm feeling calm and
accepting of life and all the hurtles. Husbando is fixing some
shrimp dish for dinner, we have a great Flix® awaiting us and
now I'll light some candles and think about doing some writing
for Tiapos tomorrow night. I said I'd THINK about it and we
all know that counts.

where did this come from?

Neither of us would take credit for putting this on the Flix®
list, but The Goods: Live Hard, Sell Hard was amusing and
a nice break from the heavy the-world-is-ending stuff that
is on TV lately. Jeremy Piven and crew are hired to save an auto
dealership in some small town in California. Early to bed and
now I'm ready for Free Day at the Legion of Honor.

bleak big box news

-- Publishers Weekly, 1/4/2010 8:37:00 AM

In a financial analysis prepared in late December by the law firm of Lowenstein Sandler, the challenges facing Borders are laid out in a synopsis of the report. The “highlights” of the report are the retailer’s declining revenue and profit margins; a short-term liquidity crunch; a highly leveraged capital structure; and a challenging operating environment. The report draws no conclusions on what is likely to happen to the nation’s second largest bookstore chain.

The report notes that as of October 31, 2009, Borders had $32.8 million in cash and equivalents and an available current borrowing capacity of $215.0 million under its revolving credit facility, which expires in July 2011. With $674.2 million of short-term obligations, the report says, Borders is likely to face a short-term liquidity crunch if it is not able to refinance its debt or generate sufficient cash from operations.

As the report noted, Borders’ revenue have been on the decline since fiscal 2007 and went down 14.1% in the third quarter. Operating and net margins have also been on a downtrend since fiscal 2006 and declined again in the most recent period. In addition, Borders’ capital structure is highly leveraged with total assets of $1,741.9 million and a total debt of $407.8 million. It has a debt to equity ratio of 4.1x and a total debt to asset ratio of 0.2x as of the third quarter. Peers’s average debt to equity ratio and total debt to asset ratio for the quarter was 0.2x and 0.05x, respectively.

Borders’s operating environment, “has become increasingly competitive, technology-driven and price-sensitive,” the report noted. “Rising online book sales, e-books and a growing online user population is changing the dimension of a bleak environment for the U.S. book retailers.

Today I almost bought a trade paperback for $9 at Costco,
but I can't do that. I support all bookstores including the
big boxes. Costco is not a bookstore, however they do have
really fresh fruit at great prices. So when I got home here
was my daily email from Publisher's Weekly. It makes me
very sad ~ I spent 8 years complaining about Borders when
I worked there, but we need them.

so much for sleep

I usually fall right asleep after my 2:33am wake-up when I turn
on my itty bitty radio stuffed under the pillow, so I don't disturb
Husbando. Yes, I am a Very Good Wife. (The baseball replay is
best for insomina-killing, but I'll have to wait for that.)

But I digress. Last night Ray McGovern was on KGO. He is a
retired CIA guy and for the first time the assassination of JFK
made sense in a political context. So scary. I'm not a conspiracy
theory person, but this is too logical to ignore. I'll let you read
up on him and his beliefs, but the worst thing is that there are
still Allen Dulles followers in the CIA and our Pres. is very
aware of them. Of course they controlled the former admin-
istration and we know that Blackwater is like an arm of the
CIA and sheeeeeeeeeesh. Intrigue. It would make a great
movie, but it's too awful of a plot. Beware of Yemen. Argh...

giving up the ghost

I put down Her Fearful Symmetry because it was really a silly
ghost story. The plot would have been fine without this one
overwhelming ghost who became a major character. Life is
mysterious enough without inventing otherworldly folk. But
hey, that's just my opinion.

So today I'll start Spooner by Pete Dexter. Of course you will
remember his masterpiece Paris Trout and I also liked The
Paperboy. Let's hope for something rich and filling here.

indulge thyselves

A rare treat!

Standing rib roast & garlic mashed potatoes...

First, happy birthday to our blogmaid today! You add so much to
our lives. I will send you my morning email when I finish here...

Somewhere along the way, Husbando and I decided to treat ourselves
to wonderful (expensive) roast beef on New Year's Eve. Of course we
don't eat much red meat these days, so you can imagine how very
special this is. I didn't photograph the salad, but we did get some
greens, so don't be all tsk-tsk. We were in bed by 10pm and I was
awake at 5am and our neighbors are still up. I can hear the
thump-thump of their background music and that tell tale a little
too loud and precise conversational sound of too many drinks.
No problem, we have always been lucky with our city neighbors.
I turned on our back deck lights to help them celebrate.

And I wrote a couple of thank you notes. I like writing 01/01/10,
so I'll do a few more. Happy, happy New Year and thanks for
reading my blog.

Today I work at the deYoung ~ I haven't been there for a long
time, it seems, due to the Cartier gig at the Legion of Honor.