My mom’s birthday was March 25th, and I didn’t notice … she died in 2012, so while I’m sure she didn’t notice either it’s an odd feeling  that the day passed for me as nothing more than another ordinary Sunday.  I thought about it, and her, today when I read a wonderful piece in the New York Times titled, “Smells Like Home”.  Maybe more impactful than the article itself were the multiple comments from folks who contributed their little bits of themselves and what they remembered; what prompted their emotional reactions and why.  Really wonderful stuff overall, and more than worth a Sunday read.

There's also The Spider's House in Fez and Paul Bowles' amazing Collected Stories 1939-1976, but nice to have all the translations of local Tangiers writers.

And then there's music from Jajouka....

We had a tough winter in the Great White North!

This winter began October 23, 2017 with a blizzard that never really went away.

In 2016 the winter began on November 18th with the same type of blizzard.

I woke up this morning at 3.00 AM CST.

It was below zero.

It’s the evening of December 31, 2017.  ‘Round these parts it’s currently nine degrees below zero outside, but it’s toasty warm in the kitchen now that the bread’s done.  Smells heavenly … a good loaf.  Must admit to the addition of pineapple juice, butter, ginger and brown sugar to the proofed yeast and flour that gives it an official Hawaiian bent, but it’s a loaf just the same.  The man in the house says dinner is around the bend now that I’ve told him the kitchen is his; he makes a mean cast-iron steak and mushroom gravy.  We’re going fancy with the asparagus, but it goes with what we w

Twelve hours of sun

And then twelve hours of dark

Equal Equinox

But it rains all day

So its gray or dark all day

Unfair Equinox

I can take half bad

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jackie_Brown

I believe that I have viewed the film Jackie Brown ten times over the last two decades. Usually on Cable. 

Netflix just added this gem with its repertoire for the month of August.